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May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
I've been watching these two groups lately,
Left and right & all those between.
Where resolutions appear adrift or absent,
And legislation became downright mean.
The battling and the bickering, seems to be
Creating fear all along to blame.
While moderation and discourse through debate,
Has fallen painfully, only to face shame.
As this nationalism is bantered about,
Extolling the revered, capitalistic way
Only to 'trash talk' anything socialistic,
As if the demonic would come out to play.
And forget anything of a brave new world,
As globalization is fought and ignored.
Because that one world government might
Loom closer to some, & we know how that's deplored.
Yet we have also witnessed a dismal harvest,
When seeds of distrust finally bore their fruit.
While some felt it added to our greatness,
More saw only failure that was absolute.
Since our greatness isn't defined by the irrational,
Its definition lies with opportunity & equal chance.
So as we feed on our roots of diversity & fairness,
Our growth will be the fuel to romance.
They call me the poetic master
a genius storyteller
writing poetry
channels the inner Frankenstein in me
with a simple press of a key
in each rhyme and stanza:
I can craft a lucid love story
into a dynamic Romeo and Juliet tale!
I can craft a smooth nature poem
into an oil painting of figurative language!
I can craft a facile poem of Bahamian nationalism
into a rejuvenated national anthem!
I can craft a plain tribute to persons I admire
like producing life like clones from rented samples of their DNA !
I can even craft a vague comedic poem
into a skit on Saturday Night Live !
"The ways in which we apply these [empathic] abilities
to controlling the excesses of growth and expansion
[by nurturing multicultural synergetic balance]
over the next century
will be the greatest test
of our evolutionary [democratic Win/Win]
sophistication." D Holmgren, Permaculture, p. 73
Sophistication is not
jingoism
nor tokenism
nor nationalism
nor sexism.
Democratic evolutionary sophistication
requires developing holistic integrity,
invites and nurtures polypathic
health of interdependent pleasure
and wealth of intersectoral compassion.
Until our League of Women Voters
becomes a Legion of EcoFeminist Speakers and Listeners,
leaders and co-operative
co-invested followers.
Until our democratic national party
becomes an everyday
InterNational InterDependent PolyCultural Health Party.
Until our republican nationalistic party
becomes a cooperatively-managed
EcoTherapeutic Wealth Development Project.
Until each educational and religious system
becomes a polyamorous paradise
for mentoring Restorative Peace,
a remedial safe space
for battered and neglected
abused and exploited
miseducated and disempowered
Republican girls and women.
Until each Town Meeting
becomes a bipartisan win/win part
of EarthMother's CoPassionate Discernment Network.
Until each political campaign
becomes a NonViolent Communication progression
reinforcing our EcoPolitical CoOperative Health Trust
of and for Earth's Peace Wealth.
Until Type A caste supremacist planning
to extend competing Win v Lose Yang
reweaves equivalently
with processing Type B
nurturing Win/Win
caste-abolishing Yin.
Until Left deductive dominance
panentheistically religions again
with Right inductive
mind-passion/body-pleasure.
Until masculine strength with endurance
also means feminist flow with nurturance
through mutual Left/Right bicameral
cooperativity.
Until day
becomes not so much nightmare.
Until "unsophisticated women"
becomes an oxymoron,
a population of zero,
empty vacuous imaaginary population
now singing more resonant harmonies
dancing more resilient memories.
A beautiful box in the golden morning when you are watering plants
At midday a workshop where you are providing me with the ladder
In the evening a walled closet to transform the personality and gravity
At night you first gather the stars, pour them on my body, which then
Enters my system defeating the platelets
Finally they get me to pieces that go above and twinkle and beckon me
Perhaps someday I will have some dream
All enclosed by the same four walls, day in and day out, -- with no sprout.
Or, --an entwining infatuation where you are led into barriers, failures,
and frustration on the absolute four walls enclosed and encumbered
By more fight, hospital, tears, stench, begging, than smile and pleasure
But nevertheless are fated to come back to the same ruthless four walls
Regardless of they will hold you or unhold, for the simple reason that
the four walls are an enchanted garden to you. Nay, the very life is so.
Whether stand or fall, you are always and always back to the four walls.
Perhaps the truth strangest of all.
At the moment, here, the four walls are the well known animal farm.
We are being packed into asking us not to unfold our wings up or down
For the sky and ocean which are doors to precarious disintegration
“Clip them for the walls. Stand or fall, stay at the walls”. The dictum.
Religion, Nationalism, Caste, Class, Faith, Institutions, all very tall walls
We hate inclusivity; the walls are programmed to warn us in the room.
For poets of the soup, however, four walls are four pleasant horizons
Ever expanding and contracting as if a cosmic inhalation leading to
happy exhalation in an unending rhythm of life pulsating the heart and
sustaining the ever greening poetry. The world pauses to salute them.
Walls with windows let in million footfalls. Back at the wall, but eyes
and ears unhindered at the air and sky. Joying to live till the day they die.
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23 February, 2016
From the Pearl of the Orient
A name was born without dent
A laureate in reticence
A paradigm beyond silence
Composer, poet and lyricist
Over four thousand songs on his list
Written and delivered so crisp
Offered to his countrymen without wisp
Love songs cited and laid for all
Men and women of good values enthrall
From the hearts vibrate with gentleness
Depths of melody blossom in tenderness
Christmas songs of the nation so immortal
Through the decades played and resonate with pedal
Pedals of piano, harmonica and instruments of love
Love for countless people cuddled in the breasts of dove
Sentiments of nationalism in his heart
Heart of a humble man from all hearts never depart
Simple life he lived with great philosophy in hand
Principles of equality and love for country so grand
Musician of leafs, so astounding in his wits
Talent beyond compare will never die in bits
His name is a pillar in the world of music
Forever a name so noble, anyone can sing with a lyric
A National Artist
A Filipino
Ignorant Madness
I thought initially and first my worst fear is fear of fear
that is too global though and I hold dear the fear quite near
misguided far on global planet humankind removed from sanity
with ignorance and fighting firing greed destruction vanity
This morning I woke up to UK Brexit xenophobia social exclusion
and am afraid of nationalism egotism and infused perfusion
of hatred mongering of warfare propaganda into mindless mind
when harmony and peace togetherness cohesion would be kind
Compassionate and loving sharing compromising stance solutions
on cooperation refuges disaster poverty are better contributions
to equal chances on the planet kindness love and loving kindness
rather than deluded independences of ‘us and othering’ blindness
My anxiety and fears stem from history crusading slaughter
with crosses skeletons marching fascists many poppy fields to water
On every TV screen we cannot fail to notice killing for no reason
bleeding hungry marginalized annihilation genocidal treason
I fear more wars on the horizon bloodshed fused insanity the maiming
of humans peoples nations countries dignity when inhumanity needs taming
First prize to fear of wars destroying Universe my children and what could be
so beautiful if we would feel could reason use some empathy and see…
We each and all have, I suspect,
a felt awareness
that patriotism
risks degenerating into fascism,
as loyalty
risks bullying.
Isolating nationalism
self-righteously defending weaponized caste supremacy
and patriarchal privilege of one's State
moving toward fear-mongered isolationism
supporting competitive polarization
predative politicization
of "self-made" capitalism
Rather than appreciating our solidarity
as anthropocentric nations resting and wrestling
and co-investing
on interdependent continents
articulating green/blue loyalty
to the Gaia Hypothesis of Win+Win integrity
of self+other governance
And no less self-identified sacred State
of Father Sun
or organic Tribe
of Mother Earth,
avoiding dissociative incontinence
whenever possible.
Nationalism,
like other faces of narcissism,
multicultural cynicism speaks in ways devoid of integrity,
authenticity,
global transparency,
empathy,
active power and authority of and for,
from and toward, resiliently positive energy,
compassionate wealth of health,
resonant power,
regenerative EarthPassion,
more like internationalism,
like other faces of polycultural embrace
v monoculturism's attacks
Psychological, and yet political,
neurological, and yet also macro-economic,
ecological, but holistically E-CoOperative Networked,
messianic, yet also eco-bodhisattva theocratic,
non-violent commissions
and enthusiastically non-sectarian sacred missions,
universal Yang with unitarian Yin truth with beauty principles,
LeftBrain bipolar, except within RightBrain dipolar, co-passioned,
ZeroSum secular Energy Resilience
winning by also winning ZeroZone Light/Power sacred Source
Healthy paradigmatic systems
re-engaging intuitively wealthy FlowPower,
Here co-arising not not Now, again reiterating
WinWin 4D space within ZeroSum bilateral time-range
Political and economic arts of proportion,
balance,
symmetry,
ego/eco-passion
informed by LeftBrain articulating rational sciences,
deep learning authentic nutritional values
for yang's egalitarian trust-conserving system strengths
with yin's compassionate energy/power,
liberally effluent, yet deductively efficient, resilience
Across full-color living canvases
dynamically revolutionary lyrics
indigenously positive deviant choreography,
Power and energy creation paradigms
multiculturing robust evolutionary health-flow charts
mapping effectively co-operative reverse-hierarchies,
eco-art cooperative therapies for political and economic ego sanctuary,
co-passionate expression
Left with Right,
West with East,
North with South
polypathic multicultural power/energy
feeding ego's Earth CoPassion
Communicating across resonant bilaterals
far more resiliently than mere nationalistic
ballistic narcissism's
short-term
anti-empathic
survival of the not fit-iningest diverse non-violent health strategies,
integrity policies,
non-partisan procedures,
non-sectarian passions.
I never doubted my gliding flight like a baby bird,
I have always trusted the free winds of democracy.
It offers justice for those whose freedoms are deferred.
It grants inclusiveness to those so threatened by autocracy.
I am just a poet, still believing synergy has wings,
I am just a poet trusting economic popular will,
a working-class autarky of mutual planning.
An open, creative society of affinity and skill.
This is democracy not beyond our reach,
This is wealth and power shared equally by all,
The triumphant fruition of a class-conscious breach,
To alter social relations and scale capital’s steep wall.
Yet, democracy’s constraints cannot now be ignored.
They accumulate like blisters in a third-degree burn.
Fascism is increasingly fashionable, normal, and adored.
White rage and vengeance poison politics at every turn.
We watch the canary in the coal mine die.
No new democracy is possible in this noxious air.
Under the Insurrection Act, lost freedoms multiply.
Under martial law, only the elite will be spared.
But I am just a poet, believing in what binds us,
I am just a poet convinced of a universal empathy,
A place where we welcome diversity as a plus,
A home where universal compassion is our destiny.
Published in Dissident Voice: 12/17/23