Long Lecturing Poems
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1. Have a satisfied, contented Mind. Know that certain things.....most things and events are beyond your control. Understand and fully appreciate that life is sunshine an drain, pain and happy feelings, wins and losses. Regularly/Constantly be thankful (show gratitude) for small mercies/blessings/luck whatever you so want to call it.
2. Listen to your favorite music in your spare time.
3 Meditate a little now and then. Spend quiet time with yourself sometimes, enjoying the breeze and the soungs/music of Nature.
4. Admit when you are wrong. Be willing to apologise when wrong. Do not be like my grandma used to say wrong and strong.
5. Do not descriminate other people, or feel you are better than or superior to ohers. Accept that we all are equal-Simple, gullible at times, mortals.
6. Be willing to listen toothers. We cannot do all the talking or lecturing. Admit that there is SOO SOO MUCH we do not know. Be willing to learn. We Learn so much every day.
7. Have manners to others-to all, Be willing to be polite. Remember the importance of Excuse Me, Please, and Thank You.
8. Spend time appreciating Nature.
9. I may be wrong with this one-just my opinion. Have a pet or more. Get One or more.
10. Try to avoid stressful people and stressful situations.
11. Sleep well. at least 8 hours has been recommended. But here's the kicker, Oversleeping is also a big big problem.
12. Practice great health ghabits generally. Whenever your body signals thirst ensure you get enough water. The famous Dr Schultz yardsticks good health by a person getting proper fruits and fruit juices and vegetables and going off or defaecating at least once, sometimes twice, or thrice per day. And the Great r Sebi insists that you have an alkali lean in your body. Drink a lot of natural Ginger Beer. Avoid smoking, drugs and alcohol.
13. Be willing to help others and animals including your pets without seeking anything in return. Everytime you do this you automatically fell a surge of Happiness, an yu do get blessings as a result too. Remember also that life is often like a mirror. Show love and you get back love, show hatred an the same is returned.
Who am I talking to
as I rehearse my memory stories,
shadow voices,
echoes,
and my own heroic victim analysis?
How snugly language fits
within karma's great chain of becoming
Earth's prophetic saintly sage
lecturing Othered parasitic peers
Living off malnourished Mother's
ambivalently valued,
too often ego-possessed
yet slavishly steadfast
bicameral creative mind
and reconnecting heart
and communing bilateral root
System seeking just right peaceful race
amusing pace
sage sacred place
Bicameral lungs
seeking midway co-gravitating energies
of Yang's grace face of Yin-squared win
bilateral neural processor
Ego-voicing within egocenter
Id-choicing within anthrocenter
SuperEco-dancing YinMind/YangBody Earthcenter,
polypathic
multisystemic
0-souled chi
1-identity...
My owned HereNow listening
incarnating SpaceTime-self unfolding
Triumvirate Tiered post-Freudian sacred stages
Sacred musing
EarthTribe's perennial ringing
singing
dancing EarthTree of Life
Rooting down into Dark TreeCore Vortex
Death promising integrity's ReBirth
without aversive grasping,
no warring against life's composting light,
when wrestling with death's night vision,
balancing Left with Right...
How do my pre-languaged
Universally Intelligent and Informating
natural systemic cells and organs,
embodied skin embrace of chi-center soul,
speak my Left-brain semantic thoughts
of past revisited
with future hoped for
and feared
belong to
longed for
since all past Elder enculturing regenerations
stepped into this HereNow
embyronic enbrightenment
to light past's future Nature/Spirited memories?
If any sage outside
listens to internal musing questions,
revolving hypothetical inclusive
resonant win/win resolutions,
these prayers for self-healing co-redemption
re-seed Earth's exegetical ecotherapy
absorbing my own Ego's dissonant pathology.
A wonderful fellow was Lance
Always acting with utmost vigilance
By day drove an ambulance
By night stayed home to water his plants
Never expressing much exuberance
Or given to any extravagance
Then one day by the oddest of circumstance
Lance attended a workshop on the topic of finance
Him that is, with two dozen other participants
Who wanted to learn more about grants
The speaker was lecturing with much arrogance
And the topic seemed to lack much relevance
But there she was at the entrance
She had the loveliest stance
And her voice had the warmest resonance
For Lance it was love at first glance
Without hesitation he made his advance
He discovered her name was France
And that they both loved to dance
Instantly they developed a steamy romance
It was only later that Lance learned by chance
All along that meeting was concocted by his two aunts
Both gifted with the power of clairvoyance
Now all are happy Lance has ants in his pants
And his nights no longer lack luster and radiance
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2020
Lucinda Brown was only seventeen
when you youth came to a dreadful end,
that was the night her home was invaded
by three vicious and horny young men.
When her father tried to confront them
they shot the poor man right in the spine,
found Lucinda and her scared mother,
it was obvious what they had in mind.
Lucinda won’t talk about what happened,
it’s hard enough having it in her head,
she and he mother woke up the next day,
they were battered, and bruised…and naked.
The police came and did what they had to,
took statements and samples of DNA,
but it matched no one in the system
so the bastard rapists got away.
Both Lucinda and her mom were shattered,
she wouldn’t leave her room for near a month,
started to think how defenseless she’d been,
started thinking of buying a gun.
Her mother took a much different approach,
she went around lecturing about ‘hate,’
became a hero amongst certain crowds
for saying,”We must teach men not to rape!”
Now this didn’t make much sense to Lucy,
everyone knew that rape was a crime,
this wasn’t a question of ignorance,
was a question of sick and twisted minds.
Fighting the wrong problem did no damn good,
it was an effort entirely in vain,
and what sense to did it make spending every day
reliving the greatest of your pains?
Three months later, upon a rare day
when he mother had come home for diner,
Lucinda mentioned a concealed carry class,
told her mom there was still a slot for her.
Lucinda had thought she would be onboard,
to take command and protect their own lives,
instead her mother got red in the face,
screamed,”Have you learned nothing from that night?
“Did you not see what guns did to you dad?
What those guns let them do to us both?
You’d sink to their level, pick up their tools,
I cannot say which though offends me most:
“That my daughter would be so simple-minded,
or that my little girl thinks she should kill.”
Said Lucy,”If it means I won’t be raped,
then I’m telling you right now, I will.”
The next three months until graduation
were difficult, their relationship cold,
when Lucy moved out, the first thing she did
was buy a thirty caliber pistol...
CONCLUDES IN PART II.
Perspective
We scream up at the heavens, lecturing God on what is fair
When our lives took us one way, when we wanted to be there.
We often look to our surroundings, comparing what we have
When most of those just out of sight, most have less than half
This fight was someone else’s, the pain should have been too
How would we all answer, if not you, then who?
Would we see it any differently if he came down from above?
And showed us all his power and never-ending love
Our eyes can only see so much, our senses much the same
So much is learned in darkness but it’s not the endgame
Take that box of pieces, shake them really well
Scattered individually, the pictures impossible to tell
But like our life experience, as two turn into four
As we are connected, those fragments grow to more.
Each piece has its own purpose its all part of a plan
What exactly I don’t know, I’m also just a man
This I know for certain, most of our limits are lies
Ahead my look like a brick wall, but its paper thin from the skies
Our feelings are our downfall, we believe them to be true
Depression, lies and bitterness are meant only to anchor you
Raise your eyes up just a little, start with just one rung
As you climb a little higher, you’ll see the full reach of the sun
To speak a truthful opinion correctly dressed
attacked by false faces clearly visible hate
trying to shut down facts crying victim's
Judgemental liars falsely claiming right's
let's look into your heart and see who pulls the strings
Firstly you support human sacrifice
from there on in everything uttered is cornered
becoming a lost cause when it boils down to lecturing
shape shifting words that overturn
the righteousness of our cause and beliefs
Worthless views push agendas overshadowing the truth
then with branding irons enslaving good values
biting with venom hook line and sinker
taking a back seat as you begin war cursing honesty
This battlefield lawless in its behavioural patterns
accuses those caring virtues of being on the opposite side of the coin tossed here where wisdom holds ground
when clearly they are spinning out of control
condemning those of us trying to save them
This split in the tongue clearly is trapped morally corrupted
begging your forgiveness under blindness
take a long hard look in the mirror reflection bitterness
we are all sinners at the end of the day
a firm purpose of amendment brings you closer to the light
We cannot listen
or learn easily
when we do not feel safe,
said the environmental science students
to their corporate sponsored teachers.
Our lungs cannot breathe easily
or our hearts beat steadily
when we are not sure we can trust
the anthrosupremacist resource
currently lecturing
preaching
pontificating
If not explicitly,
then in some implied
win/win, too optimistic sin,
win/lose, realistically right
more than left sacred,
lose/lose, nihilistic blaming Earth
for our economies of immoral
EarthTribe scarcity,
scary complicity
Toxic inside learning anxieties
anticipating outside cooperative
therapeutic
organic incorporations
like cooperatively owned forests and meadows,
mountains and river valleys,
Contextually embraced
by RightOne practical survivalists
and Left ZeroZone
outside classroom thrivalists
learning inside civil manners
from MotherTrees
and their sacred mountained forests
and lakes,
green and blue
and cloud covered too
Studying vast lands
of win/lose uncertainty
taught verbally
for capital-embedded ears to hear,
repeat,
memorize
And patriarchally reteach
reparent
ignoring our indigenous ecofeminist
deep green sacred
customary way of learning co-passionately felt
dialogical bioformation systems
Inviting conversations
between thoughts and feelings
as they inevitably
dipolar co-arise
When we are listening
deeply learning
easily curiously active
when we feel safe
and healthy
and sure we can trust
our cooperatively owned
sacred outdoor classroom gifts.
I am, indeed, not a worshiper of heroes,
It's because no beings I consider zeroes;
Yet, thinking of some there, within, rings an alarm,
One such human is A. P. J Abdul Kalam...!
An Air-Space Scientist; India's Missile Man,
Who made me to trust in me; say always: I can;
Loved as Peoples President; by nature humble;
From his stern path of truth never did he tumble...!
Silence he loved; sparkling smile he did always shed,
Utilized challenges as stepping-stones; went ahead;
Inner strength should be shield he said; shine like the sun;
Hardest of hardships in existence never shun...!
Children he loved; Inspired them to ignite their minds;
To no child's question on existence he stayed blind;
Fly like birds of the air he said; do not just crawl;
Be in touch with self; give heed to your inner call...!
His words of realization he truly lived,
His biography says, in life, none he deceived;
He was not handsome; yet he lent his hands to some;
To no threat from any, he never did succumb...!
Awarded with Padma Bhushan and Bharat Ratna,
His dedicated life ended like a drama;
A perfect lecturer; While lecturing he died;
Eternity, within her tide, his soul did hide...!
21 July 2022
To Honor My Hero Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Did you tire of one President's lecturing and preaching?
Do you cringe at another's tweets, his lechery and "leechering?"
Then as George W Bush Jr's term fades from the annals of recency
Let us recall the stirring words of this man of abiding decency
"Junior" as the USA's President was a bit of an anomaly
As he observed: "I know how hard it is to put food on your family." (Jan, 2000)
It was rather hard to take his Presidency all too seriously
After this: "I know the human being and fish can coexist." (Sept., 2000)
For education, he and Laura shared a passion, a yearning
To wit: "Rarely is the question asked: Is our children learning?" (Jan, 2000)
Of course, Bush could also be sharp as a tack, downright uncanny
Like the time he bragged, "They misunderestimated me!" (Nov, 2000)
And after eight years in office, "W" had become quite the orator
As seen in this reflection: "I think I was unprepared for war, --er." (Dec, 2008)
So there you have it, a smattering of evidence
~ That speaking the King's English is not required of a President
Talented in closing every door
and drawer left open by my spouse.
Those beastly eyes from childhood;
doors and drawers under the bed, too.
Talented in tripping and spilling,
splashing and controlling (only
the remote control - what wife doesn’t
like to watch her favorite show?)
Talented at staying indoors with piles
of books on either side of this couch potato.
Nah…I’m not that bad; but I am that good ;)
I get outdoors when I know I should.
Talented at rolling eyes - well, that is a dated
talent, I’ve disguised as a wizened smile,
a wink, a walk-away, a sigh, a blink.
I don’t oft need eyes in the back of my head either,
as I’ve used up most of my early childhood skills.
Now I look to see if I’ve encouraged the talents
for the ongoing generations - let’s see:
Lecturing, check; swift kick in the butt, check.
Will I be talented in old age, like using a cane
to trip those whippersnappers or racing
a wheelchair in traffic. How about removing
my teeth when I put my foot in my mouth?
Talented, am I? Am I as talented as Jack?
He’ll be the judge of that. Support me Jack
from the onslaught of attacks, jumping jacks,
or other nonsensical topsy-turvy lumberjacks.
5/5/2023