Long Literacy Poems
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In my early 70s (not THE early 70s) I discovered, without having had the benefit of being properly schooled for old age planning, that "long-term lifetime goals" have become "longish term waistline objectives" over maybe the next decade or so.
The retiring, too quickly transpiring, nature of these hoped for outcomes has also triaged down to a more responsible mature adult scale of peace-making literacy:
good health plans for resilient physical dexterity,
(used to be sexual athleticism)
good humored anticipation of resonant mental acuity,
(used to be world-famous genius)
and good faith passion for integrity
(used to be making a living by doing something not hopelessly toxic to everyone, everything, everywhere, all the time).
Big surprise in the gerontology department, lesser quantity of life, but healthier qualities of love.
A Taoist's pronoia version of fair trade.
(used to mean not-fair-trade paranoia about getting ripped off by suspiciously threatening Others, God, Aliens, Big Brother, Artificial Intelligence, Big Pharma, Big Government, Big Bullies, too much over-capitalized, and weaponized, Bigness, etc.)
Now I practice compassion-engaging faith and humor and health by responding to systemic TrumPublican trauma with music and movement therapy, and writing sexual politics poetry, for which there is not a large commercial market, and practicing good liturgical song and dance.
Now in my 70s, I've also noticed that good sacred music, like good humor, and good health, is not just about commitment to the stretching movement, but also to the silent rest.
Even though bent neck on the book
gives a better and worthy outlook
knowledge without virtues and principles
Is a knife used constantly against humanity and life.
School itself gives mentally sound stability
but to overcome challenges, social molding gives the ability.
It’s beyond the bigotry of classrooms
rather, a system which opens an inventory of exposures.
Mental development has no gender
the blouse of civility and trouser of productivity it renders
to a society where tolerance is secretary
and good reasoning its lifestyle and a human notary.
Instincts may tell to give stupidity its medicine,
openness on the other hand is its ultimate vaccine.
Development and improved living, literacy’s only fixtures
giving the diseased skin of humanity a final smooth texture.
Brother. O Brother.
O when when we were callow
In days young Shakers of the movement before
gray & silver turned our locks we held in idol
Spree even damned were we
Lessen a very score ’til callous became un-sore
away had you myth into the far-off seeking a northern star
Thus did dim of you re-turn filled
privileged besiege ferrying scripted jots of the novel are
deluged in assure
Brother. O Brother.
Dont forthwith tell to me nor else what I do not
forth I have continued a militant pace
Dont mid uncommon lot tell to me nor else
demur girding resistance rebellious plot
If you must speak a hair tell
of owned stead mid factional fight In the absence
tell of owned gallant march for quality rights
If adapt if no longer a sworn knight
tell of owned rationalism of moralism the plagiarism of
Quisling plight ill-gots Are you not at will zealot
Brother. O Brother.
Here in the brawling depth the course bowl clear
onward the struggle un-stop
You we in pledge had warrant to our brethren aged
to carry the pillars in lift
O out furthest yon you hither re-turn elope dystopia sum utmost grift
—whitewashed literacy alien pensive — these snares gate
earnest mental width so readily turncoat gift
in errand of handmade suits and seasoned goose
be too un-loathed the dandy one who tend the noose
Steady are the angered us of sternly force
undue toil seizing liberty under conquer
Brother. O Brother.
If for reasons untold at sun’s godly will alms’ shine
shalt fetch flicker of brotherly chime
O the left-behind aggrandizing autocrat-kneeler sprawl
as liken wayward owl
cant find luminous in eyes of kinship kind — formed
across absolutist allured far-off whereat darken desert loom
Muse this Steely-dusk rise leap desert’s sandy sweep
to the heavens it seeps to hand the moon its imposing greet
if for reasons untold
Why do I write?
These words rise from an invisible force.
Where the mind is taut and released in drips.
Cherry-picked random phrases find their way
To a virgin page
It spins, a lottery of love and hate
Of calm and rage
That fills each line to engage
A soul that yearns
A fire that burns
to release a creative age
Why these words and what do they mean?
If not picked, would they be seen?
Floating endlessly without a place
To fill what was then an empty space
For decades passed without a sign
That one day those words were mine
A miracle or meant to be
A million thoughts that came to me
Now, each day with more set free
All for the sake of literacy
I stretch my chains and try to see
Will this be my destiny?
Forming late in aged mind
Are the poems I am trying to find
That will dance and resonate
To feed my soul, to satiate
That crying voice,
Have I a choice?
Will this thing that I have become
Make me strong or leave me numb
Only time will tell that tale
Will I win or will I fail?
Poetry, the coupling rhyme
A lyrical piece to last all time
Has come to me in infancy
To find this poetry that lives in me
Now years have passed, my road's been long
Finding out if I belong
Amongst my peers, I stand beside
No longer need to sit and hide
Standing tall, recite my thought
Grateful for the lessons taught
This small gift was bestowed on me
Will this be my legacy?
Andrew Mears
The dictionary,what an instrument!
Human beings spoke without its need
To gather up our words , define and count
Literacy, slow in its intent,
Began to spread and offer its rewards
The dictionary, what a fine event.
Yet there are obstacles we must confront
As words begin to rule and to divide.
So watch your words , define and always count
Sadly language turns malevolent
When those in power use sentences to lie.
This dictionary,what a grave event.
And more when it is used with ill intent
Orders sent to murder the despised;
Gathering Europe’s Jews for death’s torments.
Elsewhere on our earth more genocides
Scapegoats suffer,live our suicide
The dictionary, what it represents:
Scholarship to murder or disturb
Sad to see so many books
for want of being read
dying on the library shelf
some look as tho' they're already dead
and to think I could devour them all is fiction
I would be fooling myself instead
I've consumed all the classics Shakespeare complete
but science and mathematics have me completely beat
with all the thought authors put in hate to see it go to waste
can't put a good book down once I've had a taste
the silence of the written word
drink in the view something on which to chew
speaks volumes there's so much to tell
literacy is as the Trojan Horse inside my heart the citadel
don't want to see them fall by the wayside
thrown in the weeds on the seedy side of town
not wanted around
dropped in the dump out of sight out of mind
take a look there's so many books check them out
and oh so little time
The destiny pulled me
Away from a matrimony,
Luckily, our friendship survived.
Thousand girls passed by my life,
Left thousand dreams flourished
In the garden of melancholy
To craft the broken heart poetry:
My love is like a fruit tree.
Your shape, your smile,
And your friendly eyes
Revived on thousand wallpapers;
Induced my ink as the endless river;
Sweet words floated on the rainy days
And lemony lyrics on dried.
Our love story made my pen cried
In the torrent of days and nights.
On my fluky walkway
The love flowers never decay.
The perfume poetry spread along,
You helped me to put pretty songs,
From a humble, honest heart,
To delight world’s feast days.
Your sweet voice ever stays
In my artistry bouquet.
Like roses encircled by bees
Ever though your figure adhered me.
Lonely at night, I admire the sky,
The flashing stars of your smiles,
Encouraged my dreaming
On the long road of the literacy,
You shared a favor authority
By letting your mind escorted me.
Our hearts united gratefully,
Forever in our souls remain friendly.
You’re the lady, who changed my life,
The profound power of my mind.
Refilled my pen with your soul-ink,
The multicolored ink for artistry:
The outpouring in my poetry.
You signed your name for eternity.
It takes the deepest desire
to describe
what all has been growing through
in this youthful mind who have
put away the lifeless ashes
of wisdom aside.
It just really wants...
the soft touch of her that
makes burn all his egoistic literacy.
The calming ever smiling lotus face
is enough for him to
conquer the worldly.
It longs for the most gentled taut hug ,
that comes in his dreams,
where the chest
meets the breasts,
where arms of one
immerses the other completely,
making forget their own smell
while discovering the other guilelessly.
Lingers in it
the taste of the sweet fruitful lips.
That are calling him
with a honeyed melody
And urging him to do the kiss,
A state of infinite bliss,
In which one's warm face
gets cooled by the breeze
of other's breath.
It would love to visit
the place where there isn't else any
no thee, no me
no superiority of 'knowing it all'.
rather a consensual blend of purely
innocent souls.
In his words,
he needs it each and entire,
as it is his utter most desire,
but dwells within him
the only ache
to wait for the wine to age,
for the time to come.
Till he prepares the expanse
of wide peacock wings of his own
alluring to show dominance
for the heart's salient want.
The trade
Production
Needs
Communication
The international
The channel
Transportation
All causing
The environment pollution
So much for the industrial
The revolution
Parameters
Of buisness
Regulation
Nature of buisness
Taxes
Registration
To law obstruction
What presents
This dam
Computer Science
Figures
The system
Paths of the products
Sources to the ocean
And purpose
Of existence
May determined be
For value in the schemes
Of integral
For real values
Of mankind this
For me
The legacy
The layers of tectonics
The weird lists of goods
Commodities
And most
The lack of proper logic
Judging statements
The loss of literacy
Sense and point is lost
The capability
To building proper
Sentence
The strings that have some slightly
Longer lengths
Persuading shall them be
Some kind of incentive
Or government producing shall be
Regulation acts
Manipulations of the market share prices
Secret agendas of concealed the gains
The psychopathic the so called the power
And their trade talks
The thunder
Lightning
Brief the pause
And then it rains
What if it's neither
The democracy
Nor the republic
Bipolar the society
That always polarized in two the parts
And choices
And decisions
Might be implications
I am mostly kinda into the world of arts
So much for artificial intelligence
That cannot build the proper causal sense
In favor of the tactic addresation
Oh isn't it some sorts of revelation
Some irony
Perhaps
Satirical depictive illustration
Yes, sir
In order to achieve the what
Where lost we real point of preservation
And had we won if we would say
We fought
We fought the bot?
Or had we fought the app
It's either or
The entropy of many unrequited
The system isn't transformational
It's bore
New phenotypes of humans
Aren't attractive
For species theirs the development
For me
I am waiting for the when we start applying real judgement
And automatic generations drop
In favor of limit
Limits of learning thus
Pursue shall the some kinda purpose
The giro of the floating point shall exist
I am sorry I was out for a second
What have I missed?
With ink and mind, a future bright,
In education's noble fight.
For every child, a chance to soar,
Equity's flame, forevermore.
The curriculum, a vibrant stream,
With skills for life, a modern dream.
Assessment's lens, a wider view,
Beyond the test, a world anew.
From home to school, a hand to hold,
Engage the young, their stories told.
Empowering teachers, hearts ablaze,
With knowledge shared, in countless ways.
Early seeds of literacy sown,
A love of reading, fully grown.
Mentorship's bridge, a helping hand,
Connecting minds across the land.
After the bell, the learning thrives,
With extra help where knowledge strives.
Reading's joy, a treasure sought,
In cozy corners, battles are fought.
Bridging the gap, a digital quest,
For all to learn, and put it to the test.
Data's compass, a guiding light,
To shape the future, ever bright.
Together strong, hand in hand,
With partners joined across the land.
The public voice, a chorus raised,
For education's cause, forever praised.
Let minds ignite, let voices ring,
In Literacy's Land, the children sing.