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Life can be a different nightmare
when philo-sophias self-righteously
uprightly leave us behind
so long in search of success
measured in wealth of commodified acquisitions
rather than health of natural/spiritual capitalization
of virtuously co-managed left/right
co-balancing cooperative structures
for co-investing future resilience,
Like a thirsty hummingbird
living in a too-red environment,
Like dissonant notes
hiding in a too-rich symphony,
Community, communion investing in health
not as ordered by MotherEarth
as demonic TaskMaster of perpetual raw-spot punishment
in perpetually vicious win/lose competitions
against past and future disgraced generations,
rather than wealthy sacred interdependent venerations.
Philosophers and politicians
preachers and prophets
parents and their prey
might instead invest in Earth rights and lefts
as our dance and play Mother
embracing more cooperative win/win choreography,
ecological theologies of color
and scale,
More of a sweet spot multigenerational tango
searching out climatic self-governing unity
rather than a righteous raw spot monocultural war
of nightmartish lose/lose uniformity
unto climate collapsing apocalypse,
Mortality of life
giving way to ecocentric wise dancing regenerations
of local through global multicultural Earth,
enjoying nature more cooperatively-managed,
never competitively-owned in spiritualized theories
of universal Yang Domination
with too complexly uniform marching into fragmented war orders
over-ruling uniting invitations
into win/win multigenerational YinDance,
Now wiser about distinguishing
between individualistic capitalism,
supporting business as usual
monoculturally colonizing patriarchy
And Earth's cooperative capitalization,
actively inviting natural/spiritual
sweet spot win/win dialogue
more than raw spot,
Who is the biggest Loser of vanishing success?
academic debates
Confusing wealth requirements
with healthy response to
What is winning?
Since before liberating philosophers
severed natural nutritional eco-healthy balance
from spiritually robust wealthy ego-investment.
Life in and on Earth's resonant ecosystems
can be a different nightmare
when philo-sophias self-righteously
upright leave us behind
so long in search
of health's wealthiest eco-political success.
Really cool engine with velocity voluptuousity
Antique like me, bronze teeth, with grill reflections
Car goes round and round doing eternal lefts
Egos and racers can't go right I guess
Call it strange when you drink and drive in circles
An old jalopy goes too slow when cops approach
Remember not to speak out loud when spinning out
Bars you visit frequently should serve booze for two
Earl is what you named your car and it gets thirsty too
Hide Beers from police when moving fast in traffic
If stopped, blame Earl for speeding
No other excuse will do
Don't look confused in headlights either
Bad things happen when you defile your old car
And turn it in to the local police for drinking
Racing in public is against the law and so is peeing
Shift to low gear before you take your car to jail
Created this Acrostic poem on 6/13/16 for “Rusted And Busted” Poetry Contest sponsored by: Casarah Nance
for no reason
whatsoever.
All the little ways
and threads aligned
because I paid attention
to the ups and downs,
the lefts and rights
of the here
(a hot day in April)
and the now
(laughter on the trampoline)
while I write this
on my bed
and smile quietly
to myself
with gratitude
for a life that was gifted
to me.
I see me in the mirror
of my Toyota Corola
and my reflection
comforts me.
My middle-aged eyes
and unbrushed lose hair
look free and unfettered
by trying society.
A homeless man
crosses the road
on his bike, many bags
tied to it.
That could be me.
It might be, tomorrow.
I don't read magazines
or read the news.
All of that is already old
before it is new.
I am going to watch
the trees that will be here
before my life is done,
hopefully.
This was all theirs
before it was ever mine
anyway.
Do I politically understand you
YHWH
enough
to predict you enjoy your unpersonified ego
as partly successful predator-light
racing against mortality shared by all living species
because we are not yet godly resilient enough?
To meet your supreme judgmental win/lose zero-sum standards
of natural/spiritual dual/dark degeneration.
Have you deliberately,
with full intent,
designed living systems
to fall apart
beyond our internal capacity
to perpetually regenerate?
To fragment, eventually
degrade beyond autonomous recognition,
Like an autumn leaf
leaving ego's immortal goddess tree of life behind
to fertilize future god-souled roots
of nutritional RNA
healthy DNA
fertility of EarthMother's'
self-perpetuating regenerativity;
yet still squabbling,
on co-empathic occasion,
in-between whether the apostrophe
goes lefts or rights
of our original EarthSouls's.
Do I understand you
YHWH
regeneratively win/win inclusive enough?
For godly-humane compassion,
resilient interdependent yang-yin communication,
to live within hypothetical hyphen's'
spiraling temporal health and happiness roots
ZeroZen
nutritional multi-regenerational imagination.
I worry for the future
disappointed in these power games
those in charge play yet never suture.
They seem to act maliciously
for the populace but for themselves
they alone are all that matter ambitiously.
What of the common man or woman
the average Jane, Jose, Mark and Malik
who struggle everyday just to be citizen most human?
The power mongers say quite bold and loudly
they feel the heartbeat of the masses
while satisfying their wants unashamed and proudly.
Nothing changes
or if it does it has miniscule effect
evaporating in the non-contritional rhetoric.
Republican or Democrat policies assume
they are truly donkeys and elephants
in the senate and congressional rooms.
Alt rights or alt lefts and conservative liberals
lay in the backgrounds shouting and screaming
foul play as if they were pseudo embedded federals.
All the while these decision makers
grow wealthier hiding their greed
and displaying egos as the sole givers and takers.
I have lost faith's blade
in every word each repetitiously and gratuitously speak
and see the coming years as promise lost to the lathe.
I worry for the futures yet to come
the generations left with this foolishness to expunge
how will history record the age of America undone?
Just when I least expect it
One too many plates
An extra knife and fork
It utterly destroys me.
A bag in a bathroom youll never use
Just here under the sink
Whats in it, I can't throw away
Maybe one day? Maybe, one day..
The things done are burnt in
A glance with a grin as you step
Now simple things I can't unsee
Replay, rewind, they're on repeat
Hold your hand up on a drive
You check your lefts and rights
We're right to go to the left here, right? Right.
Each as innocent as the last
You dont get these moments
Locked them out along with us
Never exist in your head
In your mind I'm dead, so I'm dead
I'm dead.
I don't care anymore it's too far
Lied to us, of love and care
It's clear you didn't by the way you left
I asked you not to do it this way
One of these days it'll catch you
im not one to receive it, old friend
In winters cold gaze with a fire alight
I'll wait for the moment
It'll hit you like it's inside, insight
Incite the past you run from my dear
I tried to tell you, to sit, and to grieve
Begging you please, not to run away and leave
One thing that hurt and probably the most
You didn't look back at us
Not once not ever.
A ghost..
Car Trouble
The car started slow to go as cars go
Silent on the ride it motioned down the road
Leaves could be counted on the trees as I passed by
I counted every one just for fun
The pace picked up and time stood still
There was nothing to be done
It seemed a little odd at first
When the car traveled in reverse
And headed off the cliff into the universe
Falling off I screamed and cursed
Maybe the brakes gave out
Way beyond our system solar making many lefts
And when the auto made a sharp turn right
Exceeding light speed passing planets
I realized there were no street signs or people or roads
Everything was calm and normal in the void
A pleasant voyage but I had to wonder why
The Earth removed itself from sight
From my rear view mirror speeding out
I only paid five dollars’ worth of gas
Screaming past the universe unfolding
Collapsing there in front of me and dads jalopy
It seemed curious indeed
Will I make it home for dinner
Will I be late to the dance this evening
And will my parents be angry at me
The air condition stopped working hours ago
There are only foreign stations on the radio
Space ships pulled up next to me
Orange beings questioned why I drive so slow
Creatures with five eyes laughed at me as they rolled by
Silver androids stopped me for conversation
Space police pulled me over for speeding in wrong directions
For going ten thousand miles per second
In a three thousand speeding zone
They issued tickets for space ship violations
For speaking in a foreign tongue
And chewing gum without a license
And for being an alien without alien registration
Also for Improper lights in a speed of light designated zone
They sent me home with just a warning this time
I told them time had stopped
They wrote me up again for that and driving backwards
As I arrived back in time
Mom and pop stopped me on the spot
I forgot to take the trash out so I’m grounded
No more car or dancing with the stars
Presidential Debating
By Franklin Price
9/2/2016
Presidential debating
Will be a little strange
Only two to listen to
Not many to arrange
Just Hillary and Donald
Throwing lefts and rights
The only ones left standing
After the preliminary fights
We the people will be lucky
If we hear some substance there
In politics as love and war
All and everything is fair
One's a liar, one's a fool
Neither one of them's correct
Too bad we can't recall them
For unrepairable defect
Hope I'm wrong about all this
Hope one can rise above the fray
Hope one of them will be worthwhile
Hope we don't have to rue the day
We had gathered 'round the radio, to listen to the fight
A dispute ensued, punches thrown, a bloody fight
Cigarette butts strewn across the floor, some stained in lipstick- red
A broken ashtray by the door where some blood was shed.
By an old typewriter something shiny lay
A gold earring, lost in the fray
It was a helluva fight,
Max throwing lefts
Joe countering with rights
Not to mention our own lefts and rights
But it was Max who wore the crown that night.
Two years later I bought an airline ticket
To see the much anticipated rematch
I thought Schmeling would retain the crown
But my hopes were dashed when Louis ended it in one
A few years later the world was at war
I found myself on a distant shore, fighting the Nazis ......
Blood and gore, horrors of war...
Dead bodies strewn across the fields, stained in crimson red
Broken dreams lay in gutters, where their blood was shed
I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth's regenerative history.
For some,
less fortunate re-imagining,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother's
redundant DNA nurturing womb.
But, for a few,
a time of peace
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative tension.
These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption
For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wounds and reweavings
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.