Long Plantings Poems

I was nervous about my newest client.
Not every Permaculture Designer gets a contract
with the WhiteHouse.
But, when the President called,
or twittered,
for an intake interview,
I guess it felt like an obligation
to at least show up,
although perhaps about...

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There once was a species
with one sacred EarthTribe Vocation
provoking polyphonic yearnings,
polypathic necessities
responsibilities
authority spaces

There once was a NewTribe health plan
divinely humane for ecodancing,
ego listening cooperative well-said choreography
to sing GoodNews wondrous anthems
of global theological geography
to worship politically...

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I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.

Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least...

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Our first learning experience
of Earth as home
is in our perfectly uniting warm womb,
specifically designed for growing Constitutional Welfare,
healthy development care receiving,
then giving back,
paying forward,
co-investing 
in future sacred wombed learning experiences.

After birth from this matriarchal-bonded and...

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We started slow and old-growth
yet steady.

The Senior Democrats
and Republicans
and Libertarians
and Independents
hosted a Community Integrity budgeting party.

Party favors were ballots
with options for small,
medium,
large,
and extra large service sectors
beginning with agriculture and permaculture support
and ending with zoning and...

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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...

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I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.

Why do you want to wonder 
about something as curious as that,
dear?

Oh, I don't recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a...

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"The forest is a sanctuary where you can grow to be you," ... by the Poet.

The passing of a torch, when Spring was announced, 
was noted in the melting quarter of winter memories, as a...

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Geraniums have always been my favorite flowering plant,
with their vibrant burst of colors with warm spicy fragrant scents.
Nostalgic memories of going to my Grandmother’s house in Spring.
Sitting on her sunny porch, her smile as bright...

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As I age 
I hope to become increasingly difficult 

to extract from flow of Presence
apprehending EarthMother focus 
through holistic reflections
within Now

Without targeting Others 
over There
lacking CoPresence.

I hope ego-awareness shrinks 
within aging 
cranial carrying 
mindbodies

To swell...

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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...

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My plantings of bleeding hearts are finally in bloom
There's a hint of sweet scent in their delicate perfume
On multiple stems of fragile heart-shaped flowers
they are thriving in the shade of my arbors and bowers
Gently, they...

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My list of domestic chores
vocations
avocations
I no longer wish to know and do
grows longer with each advancing year.

And, because I live with no one
capable and willing to work with me,
side by side,
or even in alternating shifts
and...

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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...

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I stopped in front of a decaying house
That takes up some space on a busy road
I stepped up on the porch - it's not my house
It was not my house - never my abode

Those are...

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The blizzards are over, the seasons winds no longer frigid    
           My lips are chapped hands ache even with these mittens on
...

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The necter of Gods garden
is the essence of our love
 
come let us inhale deeply
                    ...

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Riotous warblings of a very vivacious swan is often evenly placed in a bread basket. Behaviour of classical clams can be seen to be barbaric and dotting a chair is not patented. Ok. Interested in...

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ODE’ Mind Presentations Mind Limitations 

by James Edward Lee Sr.

I

So am I here standing in mine presentence;
Promenaded engaging in mid-life stream
Never-ending yet moving in standing premise;
Evaporate, I’m jest a mist,

Cold heart ache I am predestine;
Ruminate...

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By the time it's officially Summer,
Without a doubt, they will be arresting me.
Presently, they are budding under the crape myrtle, which also will be stunning by summer.
Most assuredly, all of our plantings will be most...

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Evening sun dipping beneath yonder horizon
Casts surreal pirouetting hazy shadows across my face,
My mind wandering trancelike into an ethereal
Vision, escaping time and unreal space while I dozed
Dreamlike into an imaginary world where I saw
Exquisite gardens...

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The Cost of a Human Life

I sat as an observer
in a state’s superior court.
First-degree murder was the charge.
Cold blooded calculated murder was the act.
One teen on a sleepover was beaten to death
from behind with an...

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households lurch
creak unmoored
  hulls rocking

the twang of whip lashed rigging
as electric wires stretch
pull up clods
  yards of plantings

where once roots clutched
bricked-up aluminum
long jacked-up boards
  swirl and bloat

bed-springs shiver off
   ...

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AT LAST

On my veranda I watch beads of sweat 
slide down the glass of ale I use to get over 
something I’m not sure of, perhaps just an 
absence of idea or thought, a quiet...

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How long must the hostility and bitterness continue
The clear majority has made its preference known,
The higher courts of the land have verified what is true.

How much evil and vindictiveness are together sown
Like springtime plantings of...

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