Long Newyear Poems
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"Misconception has loan the world into probation"
1)My mother is the same,
So is my father the same:
Tall,shapy and all of that,
Graced with natural arts.
The lazy chick are lazy still,
Insect still on the leaf feed.
The atmosphere looks yet innocently,
And the harmattan beating us mercilessly.
2)Many calls it a new year.
But it's same here,how's it there?
Look!
The politicians are yet crook.
Immoralities still sit on our pitch,
Variant disasters yet are on nature unleashed.
Pompous sickness still lurks in those mansion,
The sun still doubt if he'll perform his actions.
Joy still comes and go,
While sadness in her pride still flow.
3)I saw trump on many trump,
Eating all delicacies like junks.
The rich oppress yet the poor,
And destruction grows yet tall.
The loyal folk will not bid adieu.
And the so called newyear will not change the moon:
(Even if it'll,the moon will fight,
And he'll flee before him in fright.)
"A new baby cannot be a sage",
It's just an old year with a new name.
18:01:01:10:55
Form:
EarthTribe dancing divas
still indulge emphatic circling
meditations
Dogmatically embodying
mindful medications
Producing peaceful pleasures
spiraling passions
against war's relentless anti-paradise
Dancing resiliently within
organic drama
while resonantly without
systemic trauma
Right hand
and foot
open out
in front of
future win/win
mindfully embodied
penetrations
in behind Left past
win/lose shady
mean predations
Right hand gratefully open
virtuous praising circles
inviting LeftBrain
viscous
vicarious healing
vicious marches
in ancient patristic
hierarchical lines
Resolving EarthDivas
now prancing in space-timed spirals
extending boundaries
to soon embrace love's immortal
body-mindful warm regard
Together circling
Earth's silent empowering
dormant winter solstice
starlit witnessing Adventure
Enlightening
dancing Gaia-With-Us
inside win/win
newborn presence Presents
Divinely humane
returning RightHand up
and LeftFoot forward
round wombed joy
Voiced
and love choiced
again
Indigenous divas
dancing EarthMother's
ancient wisdom
passion
light
power.
Every year since she was ten
She dreamed of the day
She’d be old enough
To count down to ten
And share a kiss into the new year.
Her first time away from family
And hope is a warmth in her chest.
Will this finally be the day
She goes into the new year
With her dream fulfilled?
On the couch with credits rolling,
The clock has struck 12
And her heart is tense.
Her chest sinks in discomfort.
No countdown into the new year.
She answers the family video call
Where all scream happy new year.
He mouths happy new year
And leaves her to them.
Soft disappointment is met
At the missed opportunity
Of a shared kiss
With the one man she thought
Was the answer to everything.
Another year without that moment.
Once again, her dream is unmet.
How long will she wait
For it to be met?
How long until she kisses someone at midnight,
Their lips meeting into the new year...
Stepping into a new year,
especially one calling for 20/20 revision
reform
not retribution for anger's past
but restoration of WinLeft/WinRight bicameral sanctuary,
Stepping into a new ZeroZone Asylum,
positive deviance from leftbrain competitions
deductive,
predicting reductive,
business as usual.
Positive left/right harmonic deviance
invites cooperative resistance
against a shared predative,
light-skinned,
patriarchal,
hopelessly heterosexual privileged enemy
of all non-elite people
emerging from leftbrain dominant climates
of EarthTribe colonization,
extraction of life,
enslaving monopolization of egobody-power,
abuse,
disembodied neglect,
Shared asylum against negative lose/lose nihilism,
fake-elite monotheistic Rapture,
Against positive win-natural/win-spiritual passion,
compassionate communication,
ego/eco left/right yang/yin bicameral therapy.
Stepping into this NewYear ZeroZone
can be yet another
in an undistinguished
degenerative lose/lose series,
Lacking 20/20 sensory-neural
bilateral
binomial
polypathic/polyphonic
co-passioning
revolutionary revision,
restoring peace
Earth Climate Justice
inside as outside,
inspiration as exhalation
enlightening as empowering
not-not yin as positive intersectional yang
exponential 0 as polyculturing 1
incoming wealth herstory as outgoing multiculturing health
Ecofeminist 2020
predicting trimtab strategic
global health possibility
of a robust 2121
compassionate
cooperative wealth-climaxing
EarthSanctuary.
May this win/win celebration game
begin not win/lose degenerating all over again,
but, instead, grab hold of regenerative becoming
NewGreen MultiCultural Asylum.
Multituduos hands hold my legs,
Some pulling here and some there.
'Come,work for us' the former said.
While other chewed 'We'll pay you here well'.
Hither to hence i know not,
For i'm almost cracked like a nut.
Whenever the festivals are here:
Well,for those that care:
(Even the large mas and newyear),
They always want me there.
For some to serve many,
While other to please any.
Some use me for any style,
While some press me till i'm dried.
Even adamic calls me different name,
'Jollof','Fried' conveying my fame.
Yet i'm my real self,
Shuffling variant shelves.
If i sent my absence on any of their celebration,
Then the festival is but omission.
'Soy Popular' than i think,
Yet my fame never shrink.
I travel without stress,
On them did i rest.
I live a joyful life,
But being with them is strife.
'Fame is good but makes many rude'.
Though i'm yet myself,
Barging many shelves.
Even presidents adore me,
For i'm always a meal.
This is who i am,
Well,for those who care,I'm RICE.
17:31:12:19:41
Form:
Now the Festive Season is over,
That false bonhomie game,
It’s on to the NewYear and
More of just the same.
The Pandemic continues,
Life restricted as it before
(How would this population
Have reacted to five years war)
For the Why Me Generation
In this age of No Win No Fee
Everybody else is to blame
Everybody, that is, except me.
The workers will still work
Exploited by their bosses,
For some sector has to pay
For the Pandemic’s losses.
Global warming effects
Many a far foreign land
While most of the population
Hide their heads in the sand.
So Happy New Year one and all,
May all prosper and thrive
The likely prospect being many
Will barely be able to survive.
2 years old, but still just as relevant
Wishing all my Soup friends a very Happy and Peaceful 2021!
Happy New Year to all my Soup friends,
And my loved ones far and near.
Prayers to you from bottom of my heart for
Peace, happiness and good health throughout as
Yet another dawn sprinkles fresh colours of hope.
Never let the radiance of your inner strength fade,
Every moment's peace be painted with strokes of poise,
When endless waves of despair ends your serenity.
You, with mettle and grit, have thrived many such
Eclipse like moments of dark in the past,
As brightness boldly basks in his own beam,
Rising up from the dark umbra of havoc.
The phrase, "New Year, New Me," doesn't have a single inventor.
Yet we're so desperately influenced, to become a temporary ascender.
Ancient resolutions of personal reflection and commitment gave meaning that lives.
Today's marketing hook sells superficial products and services that take more than gives.
Once we pledged ourselves with honor, quiet and true.
Now we chase a "New Year, New Me," because YOU simply won't do.
The promise that once guided, gentle and wise.
Has turned to a glare of impossible skies.
Ancient vows gave hope, patient and free.
Modern slogans demand a "new you" instantly.
We used to resolve with patience, not fear.
Now "New Year, New Me" whispers, you're not enough here.
Notice when you are aware.
And not just to change the skin you wear.
To name your moods and track your days.
To act with values, not just praise.
The small steps reveal the self-inside.
Where strengths and growth quietly reside.
This year I wish for a heart that's awake.
To feed my soul with choices I make.
To grow in strength, in mind, and in grace.
To honor myself in every space.
To see the shine and filters spun.
And know true worth is never done.
To build my life with steady hands.
Beyond the pull of marketing lands.
Burnout
is what can come of inspiration,
if you're not careful.
Gish Jen
Degeneration
is what can follow manic fast-growth regeneration,
if you're not well-seasoned.
War and terror
can come from tribal competitions,
peace and freedom fighting and squabbling
for healthy food and water and fuel,
if you're not co-empathic enough,
double-bound Win-Win equivalently bilateral
secure,
conservational,
restorative co-messiahs,
bodhisattvas,
eco-yogis
noticing and stretching
designing and cooperatively networking,
dancing and singing.
Hate and anger and fear
are what can come from love and faith and hope,
if we're not health care receivers enough,
and cooperative givers-forward,
co-investors of and for HealthCare,
filling toward CareFull with Humble Gratitude,
both Ego-Eco Logists
Logos of health systemic trends,
as contrasted against
social and ecopolitical and personal Loser NonElite pathologies.
Zealous fundamentalism
is what can come from counter-cultural radicalism,
if you're not listening to karmic grace
multiculturally enough.
Fascism
is what can come from NonElite exclusionary democracy
if you're not grateful for WinWin creolizing therapies
and humble about past retributive colonizing traumas
enough.
Jihad terrorism
is what can come from too-divinely supremacist inspired
retributive injustice
if we are not HealthCare ecologically inclusive enough.
Holocaust
is what can come from Paradise Lost
if we are not listening cooperatively enough
to both internal landscapes
and external climates for ecological health.
LeftBrain Burnout
is what can come of SacredElder RightBrain inspired
NewYear EcoLogical Resolutions,
if you're not careful.
War is not my wintry answer
when summer's serene peace
remains a cherished question.
Late autumn's year end Advent
sadly anticipates late winter's
grey unrelenting Lent
As Christmas traumatically
commercially prophesies
black Good Friday
before Easter mortality
Painful future passion story losses,
hopefully temporary,
yet now recently felt
with post-bimillennial stressors.
A global sensory climate of anxiety
and not anticipation,
of unease
and not health
across the nation
Of crumbling democratic energy
fading public sensing health
and bumbling good synergy
reflecting dark governance
lack of wealth,
Lost in dogmatic
even fascist partisanship,
abandonment of healthy democracy
bicameral bipartisanship
Sacred Left
and secular BusinessAsUsual Right
religiously held monoculturing privileges
held tightly all night
overwhelming divinely humane
co-passionate polycultural serenity,
Unitarian integrity
of universal NewYear EarthTribe health
Yintegrity resonantly promising
profound Yangish resilient wealth.
How will this EarthTribe sacred solstice
harmonically resound
healthy democratic energy?
Spaciously serene peace
for wealthy therapeutic Earth
justice.
Consumer wars
are not my LeftBrain answer
when RightMind healthy peace
remains my economically enlightened
and politically empowered
sacred
trusted
integrity-potentiated
question.