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with one arm i draw you near, entwine
and on your lips tenderly i place mine
i hold you tight
i kiss you light
i tie you in prepare you for the ride
i kiss you deep and slowly glide inside
swallow your doubts
engage our mouths
use our tongues, a clean slate
i kiss you all, like a life long mate
we circle over and over the hemisphere. visit the ancient gardens of babylon
here. refresh our bodies under a canadian waterfall. view the coral reefs in the
pink waters of belize submerged and all.
we monopolize the star covered night. spread our towels out of sight. sink into
the mink sifted warmth each of a white sand beach.
still our lips glued
our passions ruled
happily lost and unthinking
content to let the bell ring
dwell together in this abyss
relish this ongoing kiss.
still two stranger's grips
willing to share naked lips
though we know when we leave this terrain
that will be it never to see each other again
with nothing to object
convinced this kiss perfect.
O quatrain, if I would, could you?
Aren't we fancy-free?
Bolt, shock through! O baby blue!
Firewalk with me!
Ravine behind, seen in dream?
Houses of the old.
Tend thy garden on the beam!
Terror, strike them cold.
Fateful fire, thy fury.
Scurrying rat, mad mink.
Blizzard, spent in flurries?
Dragon, firebake. Bad brink.
Fates Three, Muses Nine, pain. Pine?
Dark fire, black thy shine.
Glisten, wound in back. Boil, brine.
Vampire, on death dine.
Torments of the damned? Hail, home.
Let out on the loam.
Thunder, roll above the dome.
Black bound bell and tome.
Doom, loom over. Sibyl, sense.
Golem, got sixpence?
Death-flame, burning. Manse, incense.
Recoil, confidence.
Monopolize, monologue.
Metropolis, maim.
Prick, my nerves. Human race, cog?
Downpour to disclaim.
Wren, wind. Weathervane, point. Seek.
Glow, O gibbous moon.
Plaque o'er door of boneyard, speak.
Float, O my balloon...
You think they are snooty to you, she said. Here is a story for you.
She is my friend, but I call her One-Up-You-Beth in my head.
Because no matter what story you have
She will one-up it.
I had worked at a place for fourteen years, she told me.
Fourteen years!
She always says things twice.
Not sure why.
I saw they have a regular time to meet for coffee.
So I went.
I wonder where she saw it, but don’t interrupt.
For it I do, it will be a longer story.
I found it on Facebook, she adds.
Apparently reading my mind.
Fourteen F……ing years I worked with these people!” she says.
Adding this word early makes me a bit more curious.
I get there and I put my stuff down and the lady next to me says
“You can’t sit there. That place is taken.”
I say “NO she didn’t!”
“Don’t interrupt,” one-up Beth says.
So I move to a different place, all right?
I am wisely silent.
So at this second place I put my stuff and a lady says “That seat is taken.”
I begin to giggle.
“I am SERIOUS!” she says. “Deadly serious!”
So I move to third place and guess what?”
“No way!” I say.
But, yes, according to one-up Beth a third woman says
"That seat is taken!"
“So you left,” I guess.
“Of course I did!” she says.
“I would have too.”
I do not mention her tendency to monopolize conversations and one-up people.
We meet as a committee
The same four people monopolize it
They are the loudest, but not the most intelligent
I have no idea why the other five of us are here
I try to speak a few times but the four speak over me
They are dividing us, more than uniting us
Which is hilarious
When the agenda is how to unite our workers
I want to say something but there is no lull.
There are no pauses.
No way to get in a word let alone a sentence.
I am rolling my eyes, withdrawing now.
We could accomplish so much
If others were willing to listen to others.
Since they are not, we stay sadly divided.
It is as annoying as it is nonproductive.
My feelings are mosaic,
scattered and multi-colored.
There is no set pattern in the artwork
and no meaning in each separate pane.
Only the whole surface memorable.
Each shard of broken mirror
reflects a parse of the whole.
When pieced together the total vision,
though tattered, comes into clearer focus.
Reflection, a study of the conscious.
Moments of time tell no tale.
Vignettes of a larger tome
monopolize space that holds no fullness,
no revelations of intensity,
dramatism, lyricism, poeticism.
I demand everywhereness,
unbound illimitedness.
Totality of my essentialism
wherein I exist in absoluteness.
my assemblage as a full complement.
Quanta on quanta. Wholeness.
Unequivocally me.
Silver and Gold seems to be one of the best ways to save. Russia and China are trying to monopolize (especially these two commodities) these two markets, in order to take the USA out of the game. For an individual, I would suggest taking a serious look at these two markets of saving. This is an 'Abundant Harvest' time and you and I must take charge of our individual harvest. I personally believe that God wants you and me to prosper and be in health, even as our souls prosper. Don't leave it for others to prosper you; Let God's wisdom, knowledge, and understanding lead and guide you so that you may be in a position to help others that He has allowed to come across your path. That way, the phantoms in your life will not last, it will truly past.
Caring for Earth
includes caring for oneself,
and caring for those we have grown to care for.
Co-piloting Spaceship Earth
includes piloting humane landscapes of EgoLeft-EcoRight Identity.
Spaceship Earth evolves collective global
LeftBrain ethotic light
and RightBrain erotic power
to co-manage with Earth
what we ecologically own together.
The cooperatively owned
WinEthos/WinEros polyamorous
Gaia hypothesis,
Lovelock and Margulis,
presents Earth and Her Tribes
as anthro-ego/bio-eco EarthTribe
sacred/organic sentient beings.
CoMentoring Systems merge now in this Great Transitional moment,
critical crisis of rapacious risk and coital opportunity,
to reverse disaffecting fundamental life-support systems
of both eco-climate and ego-landscapes.
EarthCare revolutions/devolutions
follow both Western fatherland
patriarchal nationalistic competing histories,
and matriarchal-cooperative ethical MotherEarth
restraint and respect enculturation,
and sometimes even active fear
of not-so-motherly rejection and annihilation,
darkness,
rather than c-squared
Yin-squared flowing fractal
nurturing light.
CareGiving BothCrown/AndRoot Light
can self-extinguish
through too much monoculturing competitive EitherSage/OrMuse
deductive-only dominance,
evaporating capital-nutritional trickle down and out from above,
where swelling CareReceivers monopolize totalitarian
Don't Lose short-term
and Don't worry about future generation long-term Losers
devolving outcomes
of Anti-Caring anthropocentrism.
Think of CareReceiving EgoEthos
as also CareGiving EarthEros
extending out toward polyamory
recycling in spirals
of dipolar co-arising full-spectral lights
CareGiving and Receiving and Giving and...
As writers, our life is a book of how seductive our image can assuredly be.
It chronicles how effortless it is, to emerge as seduced off of any significant episode because of the behavior our society is nowadays.
Should we display a mimicry of that novel chapter?
A spiritual crisis will monopolize every hypothesis of our scripted lives.
It will transpose it to be fabricated and that all there ever were, was genuine emptiness.
We will then seize a conclusion in our lives wherever conviction accepts its governance on us.
We shall endure through all that, unearthing ourselves in a crudely lit enclosure, convening at a desk with the spotlight on...
...a blank piece of paper.
2019 November 25
THE SQUIRREL EPISODE
First off…I don’t hate squirrels…they have a kind of rodent charm…
although they monopolize the bird feeder…I do not wish them any harm.
Squirrels and I we are all creatures on this planet…in our yard they are free to roam
but that is where our relationship ends…we don’t invite them into our home.
Deborah and I were enjoying a lovely, lazy, slow afternoon when suddenly we both jumped
after hearing from inside our chimney…a crash…a bang…a thump.
“It can’t be Santa Claus.” I said. “It’s August…much too soon.”
“I think it might be an animal…a squirrel…or a raccoon.”
The damper was closed so we waited a moment until I heard Deborah shout,
“He’s scratching…there’s an animal inside our chimney and he’s trying to get out!”
I thought this word was used only in cartoons but I heard my self yelling EEK!
before running over to the chimney so I could take a peek.
“I think it’s probably a squirrel.” I said
knowing in a battle of wits with a squirrel…I could not match him
still I ran around the house looking for something anything…any way to catch him.
I came back with a butterfly net…in hindsight I probably should have taken the broom,
Because when I returned Deborah was screaming…
“He’s out…and he’s running around the room!”
He ran into the French doors…then against a window…I took this as a plus…
It seemed as surprised as we were to see him…he was just as surprised to see us.
With butterfly net in hand I felt my courage soar…
as that squirrel was trying to get out a closed window…I opened the French door.
That squirrel took one look at me with my raised butterfly net
and Deborah clapping her hands yelling “Shoo…shoo…shoo.”
then seeing the open French door…knew exactly what to do.
I believe if he had a hat he would have tipped it…before scooting out the door…
In all my years of squirrel watching…I’d never seen one laugh before.
With the crisis over we got back to enjoying our life…
lovely, lazy and slow….
but I’m keeping that butterfly net close at hand…
because…
you never know.
They invade the cafe at first light
Then with latte and laptop held tight
They seize tables for four
To let go nevermore
So all others drink coffee upright
With a bored intellectual stare
That one hankers to be Molière
If he's writing a play
For a hit on Broadway
Then its plot must involve Solitaire
One's quite the scientific young chap
For which typing is no handicap
He must write his thesis
By psychokinesis
Cause the keyboard gets hardly a tap
That one with the big apple fritter
Is researching a mental transmitter
He's receiving the thoughts
Of strange cosmonauts
Transferred through Facebook and Twitter
Perhaps you will think I'm pretentious
And more than a little contentious
But it's just a disgrace
To monopolize space
And I think that's the general consensus