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There once was a land
so fiercely beautiful and diverse
I recall exquisite creatures
and plants that would seem to burst
into the most peculiarly pretty shapes
With colours as bright and spectatuclar as flames
And all that this land embraced
when seen from its glorious sky
what a masterpeice did it create
Even iron lungs would become breathless
it was a view worthy of only the greatest gods gaze
I would give up the gift of sight
to see this land once more
but you see it suffered a terrible plight
its natives gave suffering instead of support
as they broke, buried and burnt it alive
I watched its land turn grey and coarse
All of the earths glory lost to greed
I have wondered so deeply within
how do you ignore whats under your feet
all that you see and all that you eat
to express my disgust I cant even begin
All I Can say is, destroying nature is
the most potent of sins
It's early, as I enjoy my coffee this morning
Birds are chirping, as I hear a blue jays warning
I look outside and see a young red breasted robin
He's Jumping and dancing, his head’s busy bobbin
Goldfinches appear in their bright spring yellow
Chirping, singing their songs sweet and mellow
A pair of red cardinals land and take the show
They’re always together no matter where they go
I decide to take my coffee and go outside
Watching all the songbirds soon scatter and hide
I relax in my chair, smelling sweet lilac blooms
One of my favorite scented spring perfumes
A Baltimore oriole appears on the fence
His black and orange feathers are still and tense
A blue Jay swoops down and lands on the ground
He looks at me, then peculiarly looks around
He takes off quickly, lands in a nearby tree
The oriole is now feeding, chirping with glee
I need to go in now, and get ready for my day
I enjoyed my morning watching spring birds play
4/25/2020
Contest: Spring Rhyme Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
(Syllables checked on Howmanysyllables.com and rhymes checked with rhymezone)
Akin twin invisible presence coaxing...paranormal
Action across ouija board
herald Faustian bargain
as fingers of left hand appear to move
planchette of their own accord...
inexplicably, silently, and verily
along a barely traceable minuscule chord
dance, with some spatial force
from outer limits, perhaps dimension unexplored
twilight zone, (where spirit of Rod Serling dwells)
horizontally, linearly, and peculiarly unmoored
hashtagging, kickstarting, and zigzagging
while just barely hoovering
with maybe a hair breath of space to afford
between alien world and terrestrial
plain playing field, when oh my lord...
(this premature ejeculation from an atheist sword
like cross my heart and hope
to die a martyrs death), thee paranormal
shenanigans witness movement toward,
and away from death still participants mouths agape
with bated breath until last letter scored
which message... uh...ah...cannot be revealed
yeah...yeah...yeah...due to HIPAA laws...
...Without explanation,
there gets heard clangorous din
along with whooshes of ice cold air
brushing against my chin
analogous to some unseen
genie i.e. and/or jinn freed
from the lantern by Aladdin,
then,...how odd...
a deathlike stillness one could hear a pin
drop pervades painfully quiet
as if sound got vacuumed in
to a void of parallel universe...
...Though I don't dabble in black magic,
nor nothing linkedin with the occult,
yours truly titled poem
to "grab" attention fast as Usain Bolt,
he dashes off runners block
blinding earth shattering jolt
faster than speeding bullet,
a praiseworthy athlete
with no win tent to insult,
but merely chose his name out of thin air
(in accordance with abracadabra)
and flimsy rhyme that did result...
But, aye beg (bribe
with wealth of Midas)...please
believe me you, this rather cheese
zee poetic endeavor got
wrought eyes wide shut
(for all intents and purposes eyes closed),
where gentle force did cease
phalanges asthma southern paw
of righteous honest to dog
gone guy with pennywise
and pound foolish sixth cents sees
dead people as like miniature floaters
(in my eyes with ease)
poised and struck unbeknownst to me
computer laptop black keys!
You may think I am peculiar…you may think me a little odd
when I still say I am not religious but I do believe in God.
So let me share with you for a moment…a few qualities I’ve compiled
Of my god…the one I’ve been praying to…since I was but a child.
My God is not prejudiced…not bigoted…my God does not discriminate
My God is a God of Love and sharing…my God will never not hate.
My God sees the differences in all of us…and these difference my God lauds
My God even gets along…with all the other Gods.
My God is a God of hope and faith…not a God of doom
My God instills that hope in every seedling…and has faith that every flower will bloom.
My God believes in charity, he knows the key for people to live
Is not in how much they take in life...but how much they give.
My God believes in love…knowing love shall light the way
My God cares not if I am straight, or Bi, or lesbian or gay.
My God knows no war is holy and like me prays for them to cease
My God believes in kindness…my God believes in peace.
My God has given me the ability to decide what is right and what is wrong
My God knows I’ll make mistakes for he knows my journey’s long.
My God only asks that I show kindness and treat everyone the same
so when I die people will smile at the mere mention of my name.
For nothing in this world would bring a broader smile to my God’s face
than knowing everyone my God created would leave this world a better place.
As you may surmise from this list of qualities I’ve compiled
The God whom I still pray to…is the God I prayed to as a child.
If you think that makes me peculiar
If you think that makes me odd
know I am oddly, peculiarly happy
In the comfort of my God.
Do you ever wonder why you are aware of,
Notice and remember some things but not others?
How some moments stick with you
For a lifetime, but others are forgotten
Almost instantly without a care?
These vivid moments are the same
In waking life or dream time,
Giving us an experience
Of gestalt involving our whole being,
Where we are in the moment
A sensual being, alert
In physical, emotional, mental completeness
And yet also somehow simultaneously outside it,
Experiencing it afresh and vivid
Truly for the first time
With the clear, calm, wondrous
Eyes of the soul.
It’s easy and tempting to explain it all
Through a physical cause and effect process,
A triggered reaction of neural transmitters
In the control center of our brain.
But although this is observably the case
It doesn’t explain
Why such a reaction is triggered
Why such neural networks
And transmitting chemicals
Even exist in the first place, and
Why and how the moment then remains
Fresh and vivid and memorable our whole lives.
Those are questions of mystery
And mystery by definition
Holds itself within a veil of questions
Something glimpsed, felt deep
In our bones, or there at the tip of our tongue
Beyond reach yet somehow known,
But not always remembered.
A mystery which resists our grasping
Which morphs and expands when we think
We have it,
And yet never really goes away
Always dancing right there
Clearly within sight in those vivid moments
Or just hinted at in our peripheral vision,
Or somewhere in orbit way out far beyond
Possible apprehension and comprehension,
Depending on what we have the connection,
Attention and interest, to notice
Experience and remember.
But through it all
The mystery remains
Dancing there,
Or should I say
Right here,
Engaging us in a life
That is both peculiarly ours
And still universally theirs
Knowing in our bones
The two, while not the same,
Are really no different,
The ultimate beauty being
This connection
Can never be lost or changed
Whether we know it or not.
(10/31/25)
Fears of Abandonment
I feel you need
and want me less
than I need
and want you,
and like you,
or how about exclusively
peculiarly
curiously love you?
adult with mature adult,
embracing EarthTribe perennial invitation
into nutritious co-habitation.
And yet I fear
we both would rather invest ourselves
in most any distraction,
entertainment,
idle gossip,
idol worship,
other than this sacramental relationship
of me with
and for you,
and you
with and for me.
Not despite all our decades
of competing foolishness,
but learning together through all our beat down
hidden longings
to feel safe daily respite;
to feed sacred partnered
sanctuary feelings,
covenanted thoughts
Of epic everyday co-investors
with no sacred or secular,
divine or profane assets
held in dualistic
disassociated reserve,
just in case life doesn't work out safely together
better than unsafely apart.
When sacred love conquers all defensive fears
and transparent invitation
redeems secular competitions in anger
overwhelming economies of needy greed
and selfish politics of envy,
When daily co-passion rules
not just left-brain corporate commodity identities
but also pervades our cooperative right-brain sanctuary
of primal relationship feelings,
deep learning connection,
robust attachment,
Then our mutual root system
and garden,
our forest of emotions,
our home plate defensive motions,
our core incorporations
for not abandoning compassionate Earth
as we know and love
all Her multiculturing incarnations
of co-empathic relations
further refine Golden Rules and Ratios,
Health-passion, slow-grown
co-arising emergent ecstasies,
co-gravity emoting climax,
epic wonder,
awesome win/win integrity.
Feeling cooperatively needed
wanted
heard
appreciated
through natural nurturing ego/ecosystems,
mutually-held and responsive invitations
to love all EarthTribes,
life forms
as EarthMother has win/win loved you
and me,
All Souls of regenerations past,
present,
future.
Your index is still in grip than your appendix.
Your words are still in repulsion of mirror, consciously.
It does kill, I think, both ways. indecision as a pill cutter and anti-cutter
Three subjects wide ruled lines, even though
the very first one did not melt, so far.
Yet, these days, they do come again, as long-lost sun lights.
Once a study table with a glass top, used to believe that.
there was a student.
sweating to study,
harder and harder in watching lives, passing by, finetuning and fines and dues.
and tuning in the farthest try than in nearer sigh,
happening democracy in the pressing opposite
cramming the fine paper space in an obscure awkward offset
Where words fall short to heed or hide
or make a duo in understanding altogether.
Looking inwardly, I am too
Or else, it is better to let go
Truly it is far better to let go
than to hold back a strenuous good bye
That should end at least half an hour ago
Peculiarly, blossoming at the doorstep, once again!
Elder indigenous RightBrain
peak resonant experience
is eco-synergetic,
so not ego-centric
Because interdependent organic systems
are EarthTribally animistic
not monopolized by mono-anthro
LeftBrain monotheistic dominance.
RightBrain prominent ecstasy
fulfills win/win co-invested play
of ecologically interdependent
cooperatively sacred
polycultural wu-wei
Democratic energy neuro-systems
secular health Left
embracing sacred wealth integrity
reforming bicameral elder Right
polytheistic polyvagal
ancient communication networks
Commonly held by organic life and death
multi-regenerational reiterations
of EarthTribal pantheistic
inside/outside views
of inter-religious gospel news
Ego-inside spiritually introverted subjects
feeling
also Eco-Other natural co-empathic objects
touching
with physical felt choice perception
and/or voice touched reception
Objectives
of Right/Left bicameral
peak win/win experiences
not autonomously egocentric
because EarthTribal identities
are not peculiarly anthropocentric
as is monotheistic
monopolistic
monoculturing win/lose LeftBrain dominance
Worshiping anthro-exceptional world views
like Straight White Corporate AlphaMale
historical privilege
as compared to cooperative
co-empathic
co-invested
sacred polycultural ecofeminists
Engaging peak natural/spiritual
nondualistic grace
of bicamerally balanced
touching vocations
feeling blissful vacations
in integral joy
absorbing dismal tragedy
Advocating total co-investment
in nonviolent co-passion communication
for restoring peak unconditional regard
of EarthPeace, empowered right
resonant redistributions
for EarthTribal Justice, enlightened left
restorying resilient restorations.
Most of life plays out somewhere
somehow
sometime
in-between resplendent deification of MotherEarth
and rabid defiance of EarthMother
wisdom
Is a peculiarly Republican challenge,
confusing unchanging
uniform
divinely dogmatically inspired
Tradition
As if such Tradition were against
healing
unitarian economic political flow
of Earth-conserving sacred grace
slow-growing
co-invested capital resources.
In this confusion,
sometimes
somehow
somewhere
lies an undemocratic patriarchal challenge
lacking divinely inspired liberal love commitment
to multicultural Creation health values
Such as active compassion,
faithful kindness,
hope-filled planetary organic co-investments
in green empowerment
Full-spectral
ongoing long-term health systems
in-between fractal/seasonal transition boundaries
extending humane/divine octaves filling-in
multicoloring metaphors
For health wealthy
enlightening regenerative structures
systems
cycles
spirals of GreenPeace Revolution
Neither defying past sins
of all AnthroTribe omissions
to care for EarthMother
indigenous wisdom
Nor deifying future wins
of HeavenFather co-commissions
co-investments
co-empathic somehow
somewhere
sometime in-between revolutions,
Great Green transitions
transubstantiations
naturally spirited traditions.
National Panic Wednesday March 9th, 2022 actually... every day
Founded by Tom and Ruth Roy
solely to acknowledge hardship
of A. R. Harris
and her husband M.S. Harris,
who cope poorly
(even courtesy medication)
with anxiety attacks, especially when
violated, probed, interrogated courtesy
Highland Manor inquisition,
which traumatizing event happened
on aforementioned date
included with poem title.
J. G. and P. F.
constitute management team
under jurisdiction of Quoss
(pronounced chhath tt) and Grade,
who espouse principle laissez faire
but whose exhibited heavy handedness
pertaining to the married couple
named in the third line of this poem.
Either one or the other gals
who attend these premises
here at the Schwenksville location
(I won't mention
the state as penile solitude)
alluded to a peculiarly nasty odor
emanating from unit B44,
our man/woman cave.
We received a twenty four hour deadline
to get into shipshape the disarray
messiness even Pigpen
would find abominable,
yet upon receiving both
oral and written admonition,
me and the missus
buckled down and kickstarted
frenzied whirlwind one bedroom
apartment cleaning spree
zoned out like zombies of Sugar Hill
when the clock struck bewitching hour,
more specifically that alluded time
synonymous with midnight.
No matter we felt dead tired
whereat neither option
to acquire additional time,
nor desist existed,
and yet nearly impossible mission
to continue, but appealing
to temptation of sandman
out of the question.
Deep sleep for the weary
appeared oh so heavenly,
on par with plate
of powder milk biscuits,
our mandate (analogous to pilgrims
adults and children -
forced to fight in crusades)
forbid cessation, thus to plod
and plow onward
despite overwhelming urge to plotz,
(not the slang definition)
found yours truly
blissfully in dreamland
when me noggin hit the pillow,
Not for a minute
could yours truly
sit down and take a breather,
despite severe lower
(rightside) back pain.
Said dull throbbing ache
diagnosed as tight muscles
by Doctor (physical therapist)
John R. Mishock,
he would not countenance
(approve, comply, honor...)
I popped one Ibuprofen.