Long Liabilities Poems
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Picnic
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My friends laugh elsewhere on the beach
while I sit here, alone, counting the waves,
writing and rewriting your name in the sand ...
Confession
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Your image overwhelmed my vision.
As the long nights passed, I became obsessed with your visage.
Then came the moment when I quietly placed my lips to your picture ...
***
Rain
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Why shiver alone in the rain, maiden?
Embrace the one in whose warming love your body and mind would be drenched!
There are no rains higher than the rains of Love,
after which the bright rainbows of separation will glow with the mysteries of hues.
My Body's Moods
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I long for the day when you'll be obsessed with me,
when, forgetting the world, you'll miss me with a passion
and stop complaining about my reticence!
Then I may forget all other transactions and liabilities
to realize my world in your arms,
letting my body's moods guide me.
In that moment beyond boundaries and limitations
as we defy the conventions of veil and turban,
let's try our luck and steal a taste of the forbidden fruit!
***
Moon
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
All of us passengers,
we share the same fate.
And yet I'm alone here on earth,
and she alone there in the sky!
***
Vanity
by Parveen Shakir
loose translation by Michael R. Burch
His world is so simple, so very different from mine.
So distinct—his dreams and desires.
He speaks rarely.
This morning he wrote: "I saw some lovely flowers and thought of you."
Ha! I know my aging face is no orchid ...
but how I wish I could believe whatever he says, however momentarily!
One day I decided to aggregate what I own
Realizing soon enough I couldn't count it all,
Though I never thought I had all that much
What I had was oddly beyond simple math.
Determined I was to know what I'm worth
And I knew the formula for how that works
So I added all assets and deducted liabilities
Yet, never could I derive the right answer.
My assets were tangible, so easy to add up
But when I thought of lives I had touched
And receipt of generosity they bestowed,
I could not appraise the value of their love.
Swiftly I subtracted what I owed to others
Feeling proud of self for I didn't owe much
Till I took account of much that was given
Not expecting from me anything in return.
When I finally accepted futility of my effort
My worth resembled faces of my loved ones,
Not susceptible to any numeric computation
Well beyond the bounds of ordinary cognition.
January 3, 2019
Placed 2nd in Food for thought poetry contest by Silent One
This cannot be the end,
There must be more in store,
I cannot believe
My life is complete,
I’m still hungry for more.
Merely Seventeen today,
Can’t believe I feel this way.
Life was once so bright to me,
Not it just fades away…
My dreams become fantasy,
Mere liabilities,
Get a job and earn the rent,
Passion dies with paychecks spent.
Thirty-five years old next week,
I should be proud when I speak,
But I just don’t feel that way
Despite my wife and kids.
I know I love them dear,
They comfort me when near,
But I see ever day ahead of me
A churning, burning monotony.
Fifty-five and I can play,
Rock has always been my way.
Critics once looked up to me,
Now I’m ‘too old’ they say.
But the notes still comes and flow,
In rhythmic rock and roll.
But they try and show me the door,
Saying I’m a dinosaur.
Ninety-five years old,
Bones are feeling cold,
In my mind things aren’t as sharp
As they used to be.
The memories grow dim,
The passing days more grim.
This all can’t be as it seems,
I still pray it’s a bad dream.
This cannot be the end,
There must be more in store,
I cannot believe
My life is complete.
I’m still hungry for more.
Understandably, war is addition
In military parlance, war is number
To face the enemy of 180,000
You should have at least 200,000 to defeat them.
To God, war is subtraction
He does not look on the number.
He does not look on the physical aspects.
He look at every heart of man.
Gideon has 30,000 men in battle,
Against the Midianites of 180,000.
God told Gideon that they're too many.
God instructed Gideon to the throng.
For those who have personal interest in life,
Who love their business, wants to marry,
Who love their family, friends and company,
Instructed them to go to the left side.
Almost 20,000 where declassified.
They sent home and 10,000 remain.
Forward they go, walk and march
They're so tired and rest for a while.
Then, God said, "Gideon, you're still too many".
God instructed Gideon to let them drink on the river.
Hurriedly, the 10,000 drink into the river bank
God instructed Gideon to mark every soldier,
Who disarmed their weapons and drink like a dog.
Almost 9,700 where declassified,
And put them on the left side and sent home.
They are mark as the unbelieving, the fence-sitter,
The half-hearted, the belly-button people,
The unfocused, and the fearful.
In the face of battle, they will run,
Look for food when hungry.
They will only become a liabilities after all.
In spiritual warfare, God looks at the heart
From 30,000, it reduced to 300 gallant warriors
Whose heart is fixed and mind is made up.
In the end, Gideon defeated the enemy
Of 180,000 Midianites by confusion and desperation.
Deadlines, responsibilities
Cubicles, liabilities
Dour adulthood, I did attain
Alas, to be a child again
It was once easy to have fun
Racing on grass under the sun
We would find ways to entertain
Alas, to be a child again
Our moms said, "put your raincoats on"
Embracing water like a swan
And singing songs out in the rain
Alas, to be a child again
Imagination gave us wings
We became princesses and kings
And precious fantasy would reign
Alas, to be a child again
Kicking stones to school every day
I knew each flower on the way
To linger on that country lane
Alas, to be a child again
Glancing shyly, her long blonde braids,
A memory that never fades,
To only see my smiling Jane,
Alas, to be a child again
Now, bones don't move so well. They ache.
Falling apart, too much to take
Soon, I'll be walking with a cane
Alas, to be a child again
The everlasting search for truth,
And that cagey fountain of youth -
Why must it always be in vain?
Alas, to be a child again
I have been fortunate indeed
Into my dotage, I recede
I can't but think, as life does wane
Alas, to be a child again
Being Young
What is "young"......do what you want
regardless of what others think .....
Young....."wise", inexperienced and a lot to learn
Not sure or absolutely certain
No duties and no considerations to take,
just think of the day
Free as a bird, spread their wings and fly where you want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
Spending the day with good friends, sleeping under the stars
Not sure or absolutely certain
Today`s young people are not so simple,
there are liabilities - they have to go to schools
to keep up with modern society
School, work, homework and have time to social gatherings
They are not free as a birds, they can not fly where they want
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
For those who are young at age
Being young, young in body and soul
It`s never too late.....Fly Where You Want.....Fly...
Have a wonderful day
Flower Power
Make Love Not War
Peace & Love
24. June 2012
A-L Andresen :)
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In this body
in which I healthy live
And, in this economic class
in which I study comparative social investments,
some more belligerently competitive,
others reassuringly warm culture cooperative,
We use these health v pathology discernment tools,
experiences,
memories,
images,
predictions,
investment histories,
to understand how we are publicly
and privately committed
to our nutrition nurturing environments
within sacred Earth,
how we secularly are with ecological relationships
violently and non-violently communicated,
competitively ZeroSum debated
and cooperatively NonZeroSum,
plus emergent ecosystemic health multipliers, discussed,
commissioned by alien transcendent, yet fragile, Divinities
communioned by and through EarthMother's
recycling strings of recombinant DNA.
In this ecologically relational
and economic health body
in which I live,
I cannot hear your communications
as irrelevant to my racial characteristics,
my financial value history
as commodified
in U.S. currency,
In liquid
and frozen
and over-heated assets
and environmental liabilities,
because these are germane to our power assessment
of me as an individual,
within a non-extended monocultural Republic,
And an extended polycultural Species,
Sharing this sacred ecological network
of interdependent organic systems
often green and brown and black
and red and blue
shades of light and shadow
multicultural sanctuary felt
and octave hues and tones remembered
as MotherEarthCentric warm moist memories,
Iconic Source
of all wombed health,
EarthMother resonant wealth
In this body
in which I live
and sometime die.
It seems you could never stay out of a casino.
As soon as you got paid, that is where you would go.
Your life became dependent on the roll of the dice.
Each crap table visited was as cold as ice.
Your financial ability was shrouded with doubt.
The money evaporated with each seven out.
With meeting your obligations, you didn't give a damn.
You got yourself in quite a financial jam.
Bill collections, repossessions, and foreclosures clouded your life.
Gambling was cutting you up like a knife.
Each day was an experience with monetary strife.
Those episodes are what decent people dread.
You must not be feeling pain now that you're dead.
All you have left are unpaid debts and liabilities.
I am forced to scatter you cremated ashes to the breeze.
I am all confused about income tax credits
Now you ask about something called debits?
This is really driving me insane with a pain.
Do I get interest at all for capital gains?
What can I tell you about common stocks?
Now liabilities and stockholder’s lock box,
Is this really a case of stretching my brain?
All this taxes take our money with no gain.
Balance sheet increase, this just sounds crazy
Income statement and loss, this is so hazy!
It feels like my eyes are just filled with grain.
Thank you the day is done and it was no fun
Look at this accounting spreadsheet again?
Help me lord, now I know I’m going insane!
Comments: This is a free verse narrative poem. I had intended to make it a
sonnet on taxation. It was written during an income tax accounting class. Input
was received from several students. Some thought it was really funny, and
others thought it was very serious. It was read by the professor the week before
finals and was very motivational.
Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.
Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.
Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive
adolescent-curious
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations
and liabilities
of competitive adolescent behaviors
too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow
and steadier
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.