Long Plantings Poems
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Our inner parts have begun to yearn,
For the blowing of the trumpet’s sound.
The plantings, for which we did mourn,
Will soon give bounty from the ground.
Filled to the full with Jerusalem’s flock,
The temple energizes with exaltation.
Satisfied with honey out of the rock,
Judea enjoys the finest wheat to satisfaction.
Paul’s stay at Ephesus had been at length,
So a trip to Jerusalem he did make up.
He had to “Sing aloud unto God our strength,
Make a joyful noise unto the God of Jacob.”*
So Paul set sail back across the sea,
For, at the City of David, his heart must be.
* ref: Ps. 81:1
The necter of Gods garden
is the essence of our love
come let us inhale deeply
of her perfume
let us cultivate together
the colors
of its bed
In unity plant its seedlings
and tend her germinations
let us extract the fragrances
and robe our lives
in the sweetness of her care
kissed with her fruits
and her bouquet
how comely are her furrows
whose plantings are of love
a balm and ointment to sooth
her place of rest for all the
weary
ambrosia is her drink
and incense is her prayer
she supplies our chalices with joy
as does a spring meadow
gather her blossoms
and decorate your halls
and banquet together
in the produce of her fields
for she brings forth richly
from the storehouses of her wealth
Come pluck her fruit
and drink of her presses
her cistern flows saps of maples
and within her the tastes are sweet
source Song of Solomon
COPYRIGHT © 2011
Look up to the majestic sight
Towering canopy of green
Wide-reaching fronds
Bold, confident, courageous.
A tale thrilling to tell
Hurricane eruptions,
Of seasonal disturbance
Bold, confident, courageous.
Morning sun-rays filter now and then
Blocks of color
Slight variations of gray
Stand bold, confident, courageous.
Baby palm look up to the majestic sight
Amongst others on sandy beaches
Aspire to tell stories of survival
Stand bold, confident, courageous.
New plantings, appearance
Vascular tissues, circular vessels
Baby palm trees grow tall
Bold, confident, courageous.
A tale waiting to tell
The next seasonal disturbance
Stand bold, confident, courageous.
The tallest palm tree
Vie survives
Studying history
tries to be objectively subjective,
at its best
when also a comparative study of Sacred Plantings and Harvests.
Not a coincidence,
unfortunately,
that when I studied Christian Church history,
we discovered a not-so-very-catholic co-arising GreatMen picture story
of historic and theological harvest,
but not necessarily ecological
because more anthropocentric objectives of Earth's history.
Yet studying historic development of SkyWoman-resourced Turtle Island
is still largely confined to specialists
in EcoFeminist EcoPolitical Ancient History Compartments
of WhoCares Sacred Plantings and Harvests,
still RightBrain Yin-nurture oppression,
suppression,
within this objective-subjective
How to best deep learn ecopolitical history
of Earth's sciences
and cultural GreatMen and SacredGoddess religions
and all things patriarchal-matriarchal enculturing
Left with Right
Yang with Yin, and not so much Yang v poor little dualdark Yin,
counter-balancing in-between
Tipping Points of Sacred Plantings and Harvest Networks,
CoOperative Investments and EarthTribe's ReInvestments
in (0)-Sum/Soul Sacred Seven ReGenerations
of MatriarchalEarth
historically studying objective-subjective
CoOperative BiCameral Tao-Networks.
In this alternative Left with Right ecofeminist universe,
it is immediately transparent
to all five co-empathic senses
why Donald Trump
would be much more GreatMen entertaining,
rather than PathologicalMan alarming,
as a Public CrossDresser,
trying to walk in his wife's stilettos,
right behind her,
neither too left nor right,
where he belongs
if he knows what's best for him
tonight.
And,
while I totally get it about not drinking alcohol,
I really do think Medical Marijuana
should be deeply and widely prescribed
within the District of Columbia
in response to our current epidemic
of Yang v Yin Oppositional Disorder.
Maybe we could at least cooperatively agree
on a health and climate care budget for
Balancing Sacred EgoPlantings with EcoHarvests.
And maybe think about
how our melting icecap and glacier harvesting issues
may be both related and unrelated to
planting 12 foot reptiles
hunting vulnerable prey on MainStreet Texas and Florida,
which seems not so good for national health care
or defense
or security,
or even anything resembling GreatMen global rationality.
The blizzards are over, the seasons winds no longer frigid
My lips are chapped hands ache even with these mittens on
Windy March cold is climbing furnace sounds as of a symphony
Seasonal change the colds, the snows are going their distance
The bitter temperatures of the unknown climates rages cause
The prospering horizon sights such an illumination what an a epiphany
March's winds
Blows in
Now is the windy
O' what a season
Warmer is the earth
Time now to cultivate the dirt
Temperatures rose plantings begun
Solace March 21 and It's now SPRING
3/19/18
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Good news
grows healthy outward actions
from inward integrity attractions.
Pathological propaganda,
fake news,
grows conspiracies
and black magic outside my door,
From unconscious accidents of ignorant mistrust
and deliberately mendacious distrust.
Good news plantings,
waterings,
fertilizing outcomes
harvest polycultures of healthy wisdom--
more good hope-filled news.
Fake news evermore outgrows paranoid
fake absence of historic news,
lack of weed discernment,
drought of PositivEnergy,
toxic salt and bleach
build sick subclimates,
monocultural worship
desecrating MotherEarth's healthy karmic grace
with more red Ego Outrage,
anthro-centric bad win/lose business
trending toward lose/lose
absence of secular LeftTruth
and sacred RightBeauty
gospels.
For example,
Today, in the USA,
declares FakeNews Incorporated,
Donald John saved everybody
in the whole world
from the horrors of Green EcoTherapeutic Cooperatives
restoring Health/Wealth News--
Positive organic energy
devaluing derision of evermore deflating
FakeNews competitions for market share.
Yes,
that,
AND Donald John saved no one
currently living on RealTime PlanetEarth
with contagious bliss of more Integrity
through RightBrain ego entertainments
observing adrenaline-soaked
over-heated competing subclimates
of pathological Fake Busyness
pushing nothing healthy--
merely more WinLose
trending toward LoseLose devolution,
counter-revolutionary absence of anything
PositivEnergy newsworthy.
Gospel narratives
grow healthy multicultural salvific actions
from Left with Right integrity attractions.
For my son and his kids, it’s tomatoes,
The cherry-type, planted from seed,
While my friend on the upper west side filled some pots
With more herbs than she ever will need.
A dear friend who resides near the ocean
Has her terrace with plantings a‘brim
And another has switched from her flowers
To some veggies she’ll soon have to trim.
My kid sister’s restarted her garden;
Iguanas, though, sneak in to steal
And my sister-in-law, once there’s no chance of frost,
By her plot in the yard will soon kneel.
Many lately have taken up planting
Since we’re home now with nothing but time
But I’m planted here in my apartment,
Where I tend to and nurture my rhyme.
I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth's regenerative history.
For some,
less fortunate re-imagining,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother's
redundant DNA nurturing womb.
But, for a few,
a time of peace
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative tension.
These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption
For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wounds and reweavings
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.
There used to be a sandbox
Where some plantings are in bloom.
The germaphobes today
Would never use it, I assume.
But years ago I plopped my son
With shovel, pail and truck
In that sand where he would dig
And I could read, with any luck.
The benches formed a semi-circle
So the moms would sit
And enjoy some peace and quiet,
Even if for just a bit.
Though the playground had a sandbox,
This one by the mayor’s manse
Had no slide or swing distractions –
Just the river’s smooth expanse.
I look fondly on those hours
When my child played in the sand,
Something mothers of today most likely
Wouldn’t understand.
Tourists here to visit
In their multilingual voices
Have so many things to see
Including lots of newer choices.
The High Line, great for walking,
Built on railroad tracks forsaken,
Now endowed with gorgeous plantings,
Is a route most often taken.
The Oculus, a shopping mall
And transportation center
Is an architect’s fulfillment
Of a dream we all can enter.
And the latest new addition,
Hudson Yards, with room for climbing
On its famous Vessel sculpture
Is well worth a little rhyming.
Years ago when people traveled
To New York, if they’d a listing
Of the sights to see, it wasn’t these
‘Cause they were not existing.