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China, my secret love-hate yin-yang mistress
Not the tea cup and platter kind
But the expansive yellow blob on the map
Taking up half of Asia kind.
In other words, the actual
Flesh and blood kind,
The kind that stretches back millennia
Before Christ’s birth,
Originator of perhaps the oldest continuous
If not always best civilization
Rich in arts and culture, natural history
And sheer grandeur of such vastness.
But also at the very same time
A land of horror and terror, conquering hordes
Concentration camps and The Great Leap Forward
Organ harvesting, election interference, Covid 19
Birthright citizenship tourism, data hacking,
And the great corrosive flood of Fentanyl.
How can such a place that is so wonderful
Filled with a billion wonderful souls
Be such a horror, a sucking black hole
On a fixed smiling face of death and deceit,
Saving face as they say
For what? The hope of peace and change?
When in reality what’s needed is a complete cut.
Let it collapse under it’s own hubris,
Let it go, let it sink, let it rot in hell
And at least, at last, in memoriam,
Remember and exalt what it once was,
And not get fooled again.
(7/27/26)
INDIAN ROCK - AND HOW IT WAS TAKEN
They came to the hills with intent,
Offering worship and praise as they went.
The rock with two hands
On my grandparent’s lands
Held a mystical song, most reverent.
One year the museum man came
From a place with a big, fancy name;
He ordered the stone
To find a new home,
So east went the rock with acclaim.
My Grandma, both worried and stirred;
To the people, she couldn’t send word.
In the spring they appeared
Holding gifts as they neared,
‘Imminent Domain’ a term they’d never heard.
That summer, when she heard their soft knock,
She told them how she tried to block,
But the men most insistent,
And oh, most persistent
Served papers to take charge of the rock.
Now the rock sits away from the sun;
Children gaze at the hands, but no one
Kneels before it in praise
Feeling summer’s full rays,
Giving thanks for all that God’s done.
[This is a true story. In the early 1970’s, a rock of pink granite, with two carved hands facing
the rising sun, was removed from my grandparent’s pasture by people from the Museum of
Natural History. It was to be part of an exhibit on Indian Culture. And yes, they had papers.
Grandma cried the following summer when the people appeared on the day before summer
solstice. She cried when she told them of the rock’s removal. They did not cry. They held
out gifts, insisting Grandma accept. Then they left. They did not return again.]
When Yang-strong Egos
like a great FirstWorld nation,
or an ecologically robust multiculturing community,
or a theologically resilient
good faith
polypathic sacred communion,
or a democratically healthy
cooperatively owned
and polyculturally managed corporation,
regenerately restore DNA-structured 8-fold universes
transubstantiating fertile infinity
slowly becomes resonantly wealthy,
Then Earth's nutritional YinFlow stage-theories
reiterate polypathic cognitive integrity
of original paradigmatic ZeroZone reweaving
for regenerating healthy blood within as wealthy words without,
yin as robustly effluent yang
RightSoul as LeftNature
convexly re-associating secular investments re-invite sacred natural history
inducting teachers and preachers, yet often deductively homeless
bicameral Right, lonely, seeing inter-relating ZeroSouls
concavely sacred eco-powering Ego's potential belonging
among reweaving ancient childhood companions,
cognitive re-creating co-operating bilateral images
re-connecting thoughts with WiseElder animistic voices
composed of memory's healthy v pathological
trusted v violating
homeless ZeroZone feelings
emerging from long lost, graciously laughing
singing
dancing
being
doing WiseElder choices
ReLearning non-sectarian life
as resilient journey
reconnecting sacred love's non-violent bottom-line standards
inviting eternal homeless fluid moments
infinite ultra-nonviolet
in-between Ego's self-conscious TaoTime
co-arising lonely co-incident identities
co-empathic
co-present
Yet mutually blind without emotive belonging,
post-millennial WinWin experience
inside/outside
sacred v secular bilaterally lonely
divine nurture v human nature, voiceless faith
in EarthTribe's not not thriving grace.
Little crystals fallen angel tears smooching ground;
Instills cooling touch among grasses, buds and trees;
Facets rolling ambiguity ~ mystery;
Twirls then twines closely rush on branches bounds;
Inches white eerie cloud rhymes hang rest at key;
Nailing anyone to see natural history;
Garden fog silence~ conceals even tricks;
Tinge golden yellow linear streaks thread through
Hovering to break fogs' gloomy cold mood
Enchantment subsides, enlightening arise!
Fog succumbs ~ gradually disappears from view
Orchards' quiet green scenery renewed
Greets my cheeks breezy soft so prize...
(c)Olive Eloisa
6:29pm
July 06,2014
CONTEST NAME: 1 in 4 CHOOSE YOUR ACROSTIC TITLE
SPONSOR: ANDREA DIETRICH
8th place, to God be the glory..:)
"At Skullduggery our aim is to make this fossil history available to everyone"
said the curator of a very prestigious wax museum, built in nineteen forty one
all of our replicas are cast from original pieces obtained from other museums
such as the Paris crystal skull, which is hidden in Paris behind the mausoleum
it was used in the action movie " Indiana Jones Kingdom of the Crystal skull"
I thought of my live Uncle Harrison Ford who is now seventy nine years old
how he dug for diamonds, dug for treasures and he always dug for gold
"the skull here as you can see, is a veritable nerdgasm, a craniophile beauty"
said the curator, as I thought of Georges Cuvier curator at Natural History
he studied Egyptian human skulls, owned a cabinet of skulls of aging glory
Some museums contain hominid skulls, replicas of apes and extinct ancestors
some own dry rattle bones from a distant era belonging to ancient dinosaurs
We at skulldugery aim to reproduce some of the finest looking skulls around
He took me into an old dusty cavern "shush" he whispers "don't make a sound"
"they are very sensitive to noise and they always know, when we're around .
October 14, 2021
Contest Name: Pick-A-Title, Vol 26 ( chose #2) Skullduggery
Sponsor Name: Edward Ibeh
We got there when it opened
And we raced right up to 4.
The dinosaurs were waiting;
Some excitement was in store.
We stopped at every case and looked
As Henry posed in front.
From room to room we wandered
On a dino-fossil hunt.
Attention started flagging
So we found our way instead
To the hall of dioramas
With their animals (all dead).
Just one more thing, we pleaded.
There’s a giant big blue whale
But the patience of a 6 year old,
It seemed, would like prevail.
We zipped our coats and headed out
Before it all turned sour.
Maybe next time, we will stay
A bit more than an hour!
Born in Lyme Regis Dorset
a palaeontologist fossil collector
in the English Channel marine bed cliffs
and a coprolites (faeces) detector
who at only twelve years old
found the first two skeletons plesiosaur
and outside Germany
that of a pterosaur
yet as a woman who did not
always receive full credit
for her scientific contributions
and ineligible to join to their discredit
the Geological Society of London
while struggling financially
for her it was no shell game
to make ends meet as circumstantially
when selling shells by the seashore
the seashore shells she sold
were her start of the first shell company
by the Natural History Museum in London I was told
You can spend nine years in Chicago and not see everything.
I know this because I spent nine years in Chicago, I doubt if I saw half of it.
Do not miss the Navy Pier, the Magnificent Mile, the Baja Temple in Wilmette.
If you go to Illinois, head straight to Chicago. That is my advice.
The Field of Natural History is my favorite museum in the world.
Not that I have been to all of them, but I have been to quite a few.
Try to spend a week or two inside the Field; you will not be sorry.
I was thrilled every single time I arrived, and I never wanted to leave.
The Lincoln Park Zoo is a gorgeous park and a zoo.
Do not miss it. The Shedd Aquarium is lovely also.
If you are sports minded, head toward Wrigley Field,
Home of the Chicago Cubs; be sure and wear red, white and blue.
Chicagoans will help you by giving you directions.
They will be curt but accurate. Not embracing you, but kind.
Every one of them knows where the Magnificent Mile is.
That is where the shopping rivals Rodeo Drive shopping.
There is so much to see, and there are so many restaurants!
If the food is not fabulous, the restaurant will not last a month.
If you want insulted, go to Ed Debevic’s; they are known for that.
Lou Malnat’s Pizza cannot be experienced anywhere else.
Go Cubs!
Welcome to Chicago!
Where women march like soldiers
in their tennis shoes, wearing their stuffy suits
Welcome to the windy city.
The women dare not wear full skirts.
Their high heels are in their desk drawer
Welcome to the Magnificent Mile
These women’s children are in the suburbs
With babysitters who do not love them.
Welcome to Chicago!
Tired women march out of the train station
holding a handbag or a lunch box, maybe both
Welcome to the Field Museum of Natural History
A place they could bring their children on weekends
But do not want to, because they do not want to come back.