Long Literacy Poems

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Premium Member Planning Graceful Oldishness

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.


Premium Member Literacy Beyond the Bigotry of Classrooms

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.

Convene from Keepers Rebellious Gallery

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
Form: Rhyme

My Words

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
© Andy Mears  Create an image from this poem.

The Dictionary

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


Feeling Bookish

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
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member For a Lady Friend

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.
Form: Rhyme

Desparate

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.
Form: Rhyme

The Trade

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?
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Hand in Hand - Let Minds Ignite and Children Sing

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.
Form: Narrative

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