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' How sweet to the heart are the scenes of my childhood'
-Samuel Wordsworth ( 1785 -1842 )
FEW CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
As kid enjoyed with cousins-siblings
So many remembrances to collide.
Play-fun-games! Spent childhood caring, sharing.
Being first child, my feelings not to hide.
Till sis not born, walked holding hand of Mom.
When love of Mom was not to divide.
Stealing pickles to irritate Grand Mom
As consequence came up funny events,
though she was liberal to give at random.
Remembered those memorable moments:
Plucked fragrant flowers of sweet aroma
to offer on photos of Great Grand Parents.
So many myths narrated by Grandma!
We siblings to float in illusive mood.
As if all of us to watch cinema.
How sweet to heart are scenes of my childhood.
Loving memory tuned in interlude.
11/23/20
Third Place
'Terza-Rima' Contest by Constance La France
'All Yours (April 2)
The Voice of the People
The morning is excellent and calm
I try to write about the feeling I have inside me,
But can only come up with a feeling
of boredom, that comes when looking out of the window
too often and see that nothing has changed.
I don't want to live here anymore, but I'm fearful
of the unknown – being outside my comfort zone-
Even if it is tedious, I find the world scary,
a cacophony of a vulgar scream
That comes with unbridled democracy, everyone
They have the right to be loud when they should be quiet
or speak in a sotto voce
When they can only produce banalities
Thinking has to be approved by the masses, and
Those who call themselves liberal
Chaos
A forbidding word rises to our surface
life as turbulent shatters the calm
and the calm may now in back glance
appear as imprisoning..
Surprise and reversals traverse the land
and resistance finds futility..
Seemingly our choices are already made..
We are called to ride the storm
to shape as each might..in each unique way
each momentary outline of
our own creation..underway...
~CC
"In many ways the last election represents this adolescent breaking through of hidden unspoken forces through a locked and repressive exterior form. The gridlock was not just in Congress, but in the whole bankrupt almost oligarchical political process that had served its time, and the way all of us have been sustaining the lock though our self-referencing communities of mutual agreement. The representative who has ridden the wave of those forces to the presidency may exhibit many of the characteristics of an adolescent himself, but the forces and necessary conversations his emergence represents are no less real and are something any mature mind should consider. His emergence points toward a chaotic turbulence followed by a new order, an order we need to be extremely vigilant in helping to shape no matter whether we have called our selves liberal or conservative or something in between. One thing is certain, those who elected him will be just as disappointed and sometimes horrified as those who now oppose him, while those who voted against him will be surprised and sometimes a little disorientated by the dismantling of previous imprisoning norms they are glad to see gone."
~~David Whyte
Newspapers
I read a few people read the newspaper anymore
I have in the shed the English written publication going back
twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian
which no longer sell their broadsheet abroad.
Regarding the local newspaper that first was run by a Canadian
It was fun to read they even printed my eccentric views
but it has – the paper- gone down it
is aimed at the affluent
and those who play golf and the little they have of news
is invariable right winged and that is sad, and I think of any more
good dammed self-satisfied than the English community here
but the paper has its use some supermarkets give it away
for free and it is an excellent way to lit the fire in the winter.
But I lament the passing of the Guardian as broadsheet it was
more liberal than it is now and it wasn`t Russia-phobic
I read the Guardian in line every day as it is their politics
and their harping harridans aside a good newspaper.
But I`m getting off the point which is that what is written
on papers endures what’s on internet Internet disappears in a cloud.
Does it always feel good to be King?
Or Queen?
Diva?
PolyPathic Genius?
PolyPhonic Perfect Pitched Prophet?
White fragility,
like loneliness,
is the psychic
and economic
and disempowering risk we take
Each time and place
we consciously impress
subconsciously oppress
unconsciously suppress
anti-consciously repress
uneven
over-invested white male privileged opportunities
To recognize history as polycultural systems
and climates as polypathic networks,
sometimes health and wealth balanced polynomials
and sometimes more monochromatically problematic,
Played out
in win/lose economic capital advantages
and egocentric/anthrocentric
competing political game environments
habitats
eco-centers
assumed to be ZeroSum
by left-brain dominant win/lose energy conservationists
and also NonZero-Sum
co-arising dipolar 4-season revolutionary
by right-sacredmind win/win emergent progressivists,
change agents vulnerably fragile
and transparently eco-feminist privileged.
Games of physical aggression
too often produce violently wounding
fragmenting
punishing
retributive justice strategies
and spiritual
metaphysical detachment
dissociation
from disempowering privileged intent
Games of metaphysical aggression
grow out from leftbrain dominant language,
patriarchal-ism word and value choices
labeling win/lose natural realism v
win/win liberal in love too optimistic v
lose/lose conservative of static entropic death
too pessimistic
too fragile
too privileged to feel
Ecologic-rooted theologies on sacred Right
and theological ego/eco-logos
for win/win feminist Left
Physical fragile metaphysicians
inhaling,
and metaphysically privileged win/win healers
exhaling.
Does it always feel good to be King?
And Queen?
And Diva?
And PolyPathic Genius?
And PolyPhonic Perfect Pitched Prophet?
Who would know
with ultra-nonviolet gratitude
this empowering East dawning side
of Gaia's BlueGreen Earth
clapping more right mindedly?
For most of my life
I’ve walked around blind
Never watching the news
Kept an open mind
One day I was informed
“You sound like a liberal”
I felt rather scorned
The subject was literal
I took a step back
And replied, “okay”
I love the blacks
And respect the gays
Perhaps the left wing
Has a vacant seat
But what shall I bring
I refuse kissing feet
So very unworthy
To judge another
When my hands are dirty
Dear sister, brother
But I’ve come to see
Accusations weren’t true
You don’t know me
As I don’t know you
Not defined by race
Class or career
We all deserve grace
Redneck or *****
I’m tired of the hate
And our pride being burned
The art of debate
Is yet to be learned
The main currents of thought
are feelings
about relationships,
positive
and negative climates,
sometimes obscured
confused
by double-binding negatives
incuriously set aside
as merely bad news
and systemic evils
Like racism
applied to oneself
as victim of prejudice
is not reverse racism,
nor multicultural intelligence,
for egos steeped
shaped
secured by StraightWhiteMale
supremely valued labeling,
Like sexism
applied to oneself as victim
is not reverse sexism,
nor vulnerability,
for patriarchally wounded souls,
Like fascism
applied to victimized losers
and lepers
and thugs
is not reverse violent fascism,
nor furthering healthy democracy
for those poor in spirit,
thirsty in nature
feminist and unmilitarized,
***** and under-capitalized.
The main stereotypes of thought
are feelings:
About positive healthy relationship,
wealthy attachments,
compassion
empowering left and enlightening right,
liberal resonance
conserving inclusive resilience;
And about negative lack thereof.
The main currents of thought
are feelings
about relationships,
positive Win/Win
and negative Lose/Lose
nodualistically attached
to climate healing,
secular left NorthWestern mountains,
branches
and sacred right SouthEastern rivers,
roots
Nurturing branches
flashing-blushing root systems
primally currenting thoughts
with empty power-full feelings.
Liberal and poetic translation of an extract from the verse portion of Lotus Sutra, Chapter 25 (Avalokitesvara Chapter).
Sentient Beings mired in myriad hardships,
Who toss and turn and buckle under
Relentless anxieties, the fog of uncertainty,
Shall find relief in the miraculous wisdom of
Avalokitesvara, whose name dissolves all difficulties!
The wondrous sound of Avalokitesvara!
So pure like serene waves, peerless in this world,
Who could afford to ignore it?
Cherishing each chant with true faith, the pure
And Sagely Avalokitesvara, the rock all may lean against
In their hour of need and day of peril.
Replete with merit, and eyes of benevolence,
Blessings boundless like the ocean, worthy of reverence!
All rights released into Public Domain
Happy National Parents Day (tomorrow, July 24) to all you Poetry Soup moms who are, ever have been, or who would like to be. And with this caveat...be careful what you tell your children. They often tend to be quite liberal with your meaning and quite literal in their interpretations.
My mama taught me manners
That serve me to this very day,
But there's one I never understood
Nor could fully quite condone.
Mama said:
"Don't slurp the soup,
And sit up straight,
And eat every bean
And pee on your plate."
I didn't question her advice…
'cause moms are never wrong…
But because of it,
Now I'll only consume legumes
When I'm alone.
So, mamas, when you give advice,
I urge you to be wary,
Lest your kid, like me,
Grows up to be
A victim of vocabulary.
It is the second night of Passover.
Biden and team, supporting Palestine?
And accusing great Israel of genocide?
Please pass me a tall, glass of cyanide!
Our strongest ally, Israel tossed to the ground.
While AOC cheers on rabid, violent protesters ?
Universities, some, only online for semesters!
American leadership is miles away from sound!
America gives aid to Iran and its friends?
The liberal news strictly dedicated to blatant lies,
Blowing deadly, thick smoke into our blnded eyes.
This is the sad day, the greatness of America ends!
4/24/2024