Long Platitudes Poems

What words do we choose for maximizing our ultimate accomplishments,
achieving our healthiest goals,
measuring our 100% successful therapeutic outcome projections?

Why do these words, 
and our feelings about these choices 
wave in and out of optimal happiness...

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Mentors with the BeeTrees

From NorthWinds
come darkening winter
as newborn discontent
waiting to spring forth.

From SouthWinds
come summer's diastasis
climax of full-born wisdom,
contentment for and from all four directions
spread across sleeping hearts
of each nighttime regeneration.

From normalizing WestWind toward East colonializing
patriarchal...

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Aunt Mary was a small and wiry mother
of six;
four by birth
and two by informal adoption.

She sang in a small querulous voice
yet spoke boldly
filled with loving EarthMother
indigenous wisdom choices.

Aunt Mary was a serenely quiet mentor
and suspiciously...

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Platitudes of Exactitude

Platitudes of exactitude redefining my whole attitude 
Don’t want to seem rude but I can’t help but conclude 
That the truth will protrude 
From a form that just wants to be misconstrued 

Everything...

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The words are dark, sharp,vicious, viscous.
The images like bubbling, darkest jam,
With bubble like grim faces riding to the surface
Then bursting.
I am thirsting.Alternately with blood and bile,black.
I am a sad sack,
A pillow filled with rotten meat
For...

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Roaring Twenties

Nostalgia and age like bacon and eggs,
With buttered toast and jam on the side for breakfast;
And coffee, and a glass of orange juice to drink,
And a memory in-between to rethink.

The day begins with boring...

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I loved you.

Quite simply put, I loved you.

If you were blind to the weight and need of it,
that simply put, was your willingness 
to ignore the inconvenient.

You were honest in your expectations,
as honest to yourself
as...

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I'm musing with Jill Lepore,
historian (Harvard feminist, but definitely within brackets of general interest),
through eight hundred pages of These Truths
telling an other U.S. herstory.

She starkly says,
"Slavery is political"
while I had been thinking more of addictive...

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Fifty stars
and
thirteen stripes
Wavy patriotic mathematician
do the math ... 
Subtraction or addition,
what will the numbers be,
37 or 63?
Slavery took away my parents’ human rights,
and their children’s dignity
I got 59 stripes to show 
	what was done to...

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They say I need too much
to keep a positive
young-yang attitude,

More
and deeper soul,
higher sacred grace 
of gifted gratitude.

So do I often feel,
except privileged they feel too little
to let go
of supremely negative yin karma,
bad win/lose memories
with empty...

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The Hypocrite


The Doubter hides behind religious guise,
Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies.
His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile,
Espousing, “Darkness must be exposed by light”, all the while.
Release the...

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Thank you Stathi,

I thought we were going to be 
about Learning to Accept

degenerating ancient bodies
losing soulful minds;

A cosmic loss
of indigenously NatureYang
is Spirit Yintegrally wise EarthTribe
for bilaterally becoming 
organic EcoSystemic 
MultiReligious PolyCultures:
 
PanenTheistic  
StraightWhiteMale Universal-West...

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A Hallmark card would have sounded sweeter than that 
My shiny badge of defusion and falsely sworn merit 
I’m the worst this town’s ever seen!
But I want justice for this
I keep retriggering your created catastrophes...

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Have you ever pondered
shadows are made of 
softness, they are not 
hard surfaced like 
those of us existing 
outside of the white noise

unable to grasp -

the invisible, 
that speak meaning to us, 
whispering their sagacious...

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FIRST LADY OF HOTITUDE

You walk into a bar, all eyes lock on you,			
The fashions which you flaunt reveal quite a view,		
There’s something special ‘bout the way you move,			
You carry yourself with your own kind of...

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You hear people thinking that they
can break reality with thought,
that thinking it must make it so,
I think we all have seen their lot.
The kids that think that they are cats,
and demand litter in their schools,
the...

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I took you for your final walk
On that crisp and sunny day
The blanket round your 
shoulders
To keep the chill at bay

We didn't talk the way we 
should
I filled the gaps with platitudes
Those precious moments lost
To...

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...“While I march for justice in our neighborhood,
you were out here running ’round in the woods.
While I protested to bring about change,
you sold out to whitey, just to get paid!

“I stand by our people, our...

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Children,
and the occasional healthy adult,
wonder why we say
Love grows more powerful than hate,
And why ecologists say
Multicultural ecosystems grow more resiliently
than post-climaxed monocultures
degeneratively fragmenting,

And yet we have these LeftBrain dominant either-or attitudes,
zero-sum evolutionary platitudes,
that differences in...

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My past,
part of this present,
yet not desperately all
or I live too mortally
in our past;
still breathing
heart beating
but no other present signs 
of hopeful life.

Just so,
this present
part of our future,
yet not all,
Or we have already died
without our...

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Alone these thoughts like annoying buzz,
zealously trample across minds agenda,
beguile what plans I had planned to play.
Yearning for release from ancient scab,
can I not sheath their crashing climax?
Xenon prayers list low and anaemic,
downtrodden by shoe-tied...

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Fertile Crescent
and Vestigial Conscience

The sun overshadowing my morality
my self- righteousness eclipsed

Where early mans' dawn is, 
Our sun over my left *should* threaten to tinge me if
I pontificate platitudes that fail to connect us to
full stomachs...

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No wisdom more canny than the folksome pantun’s peasant proverbials
            Wake! Monde Malais! Wake and note no Sultan whirls as a Sufi
  ...

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Watch then the battlefield, from the comfort of your chair
And push the button carelessly, when you can’t stomach any more.
Tell us of the sights you’ve seen, from your bought and paid for seat,
Boast of bombs...

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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
        enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
        the...

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