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A difference between compassion and sympathy,
between co-empathic passion
and unilateral YangPatriarchal-empathic,
ego-empowering intent,
Compassion matures passion FOR
into shared passion WITH.
This same emergent fluidity
cannot be said of sympathy
for suffering of Other,
who remains another dissociated Other
Exempted from democratic inclusion
in further considerations
of constitutionally appropriate applications
of Golden Rules
to those who remain
in darker xenophobic shadows
more appropriate for retributive reaction
than restoration to peaceful justice response.
This same contrast and compare
may also apply to political empowerment
and more of the same
competitive economic investment,
to global enlightenment
and more localized, and often nationalized, pockets
of self-enrichment,
to recreative cooperative love
and to recreational competitive lust
Now that some of us
revolutionaries and evangelists
of the ecological 1960s
have been given this great green gift
of old age wisdom,
what on Earth
shall we choose to do with
such awesomely sacred/secular
private/public sectoral
nonpartisan WisdomCircle responsibility?
Settle for fading sympathy,
gradual depressive loss of sensory health awareness,
of physical consciousness?
Or, Reconsider ways to optimize active compassion,
compassionately lively communication,
fragrantTrue and savoredBeauty,
bicamerally touched
and binomially felt Pos/Neg/InBetween
1/0 double-binary positive polyvagal neurological
systemic health structure
[Wow! That was a lot to dispassionately ask. Sorry.]
non-violently heard
and green revolutionary 20/20 revisioned,
Co-passionate DNA/RNA EarthTribes
currently in living residential relationships
growing hotly combative climates
of anthro-privileged salvific empathy,
Seeking more cool green Wisdom Circles
of democratic sacred energy discernment
within and among consensual multicultures
of ecosystemic health-sensory consciousness.
How is universal EarthWealth
compassion
different
yet often felt the same
as unilateral LeftBrain EitherEgo/OrEcoSystemic Health and Safety
RightBrain Truth and Beauty
in sacredly holonic
CoPassion
with great transition gratitude
for this Old WisdomCircle
healthy democratic gift
of revolutionary evangelicals
in cooperative multiculturing redevelopment.
Faint stillness of the night falls swiftly down
and masked raccoons now pillage darkest night.
Fluffed owls with sparkling eyes are flying free
and rabbits, gently moving, sniff the air...
The hounds - from hunter lost - do bay and whine!
Marked deer with spots or racks go pawing trails
and bear cubs ramble near a sparkling stream.
Uncommon moths blink near the lights outside
and possums scramble up the hillside earth.
Soft light of moon obscures the beauty there
and adds romance to this nocturnal scene.
Amid the forest’s trees of pine and oak,
these charms display the gift of God’s design!
Faint STILL-ness OF the NIGHT falls SWIFT-ly DOWN
and MASKED rac-COONS now PIL-lage DARK-est NIGHT
Fluffed OWLS with SPARK-ling EYES are FLY-ing FREE
and RAB-bits, GEN-tly MOV-ing, SNIFF the AIR
The HOUNDS, from HUN-ter LOST, do BAY and WHINE
Marked DEER with SPOTS or RACKS go PAW-ing TRAILS
and BEAR cubs RAM-ble NEAR a SPARK-ling STREAM
Un-COM-mon MOTHS blink NEAR the LIGHTS out-SIDE
and POS-sums SCRAM-bles UP the HILL-side EARTH
Soft LIGHT of MOON ob-SCURES the BEAU-ty THERE
And ADDS ro-MANCE to THIS noc-TURN-al SCENE
a-MID the FOR-est’s TREES of PINE and OAK
these CHARMS dis-PLAY the GIFT of GOD’S de-SIGN
©by Regina Riddle
Written on July 29, 2014
Re-written for contest on July 30, 2014
Re-written twice for contest on July 31, 2014 – with LOTS of help from
sponsor and much thanks to Roy Jerden
For: For Newer Poets: An Exercise in Iambic Pentameter - Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Roy Jerden
I deliver newspapers at night on a rural route and see all of these nocturnal
creatures along my journey… the origins of the poem.
after the sky drops.
The walking corpses come out
the veil of night masks
the decay
the rot
of humanity
Plague of the earth.
Found from the ashes
My phoenix we bled
Has she ever
thought love between
us, inside
her, filled up an empty bed.
No longer bereft,
somnolence
and love drowns my head.
Convalescent
Bemire emotion
I wash and rinse
what is left,
asking what we are
if no longer
dead?
Gold from lead.
The lifting sky
Our connubial affair.
The truths, I face,
we share,
She Said.
"when will it die?"
closing empty space
A diffident devotion
Within her embrace
a softly recited
poem unread
berceuse
tantric lullaby
healing the blighted
fading destiny to refuse
to claim or to lose.
An onus I malinger..
to choose.
Execration
of an inner fatalist
hopeless abuse.
Quantum entanglement
schismatic resentment
prepossessed
inspiring muse
of the alchemists
A bibulous creation
intimate turpitude.
sovereignty
asunder this hell
her orbit with abaddon.
Dissolution
her need to dispel
incertitude.
Inordinate.
Gravity well
collapsing in on itself
eternal
infinite
end
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Dead by Morning
By morning, that's all the time I got, shot
dead in the head by a master on the microphone
jamming out the jams for all my homes.
Like tik, tok, tickity tok, rock
the clock before I drop
dead from run'n from the cop.
What's my crime to tell the time, from time to time, rhyme
a joke at the state line, runin
back to X makes me a felon for yell'n.
Dude gotta cough... it must be the virus, dis the masses,
running in panic, through the isle nocking down goods
and breaking glasses.
People dy'n, children cryin', cause I was ly'n, rhymn'
a joke, hoax
can't take a joke
Now I just wanna get home, but the police are chasing me,
They think a plague is festering me.
infecting everyone passing me,
And they won't stop chasing me.
Home!
Home at last,
it's 6 AM and time to crash.
Halt!
Halt right there,
it's 6 po pos, put your hands in the air.
Bang! I'm gone.
Don't fear the virus.
by Martin Braun
3/13/20
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3/25/2020
A New Jersey man arrested and charged with terrorism for coughing in a grocery store, and more.
https://www.fox5ny.com/news/man-faces-terror-charges-after-coughing-on-grocery-store-worker
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3/15/2020
A CORONAVIRUS patient in Kentucky has been placed under 24/7 armed guard after refusing to self-isolate.
https://www.the-sun.com/news/539494/coronavirus-kentucky-patient-self-isolate-armed-guard/
Na im one day i carry my car commot for
house,
As i dey go na im i see one man dey shout.
'Stop there,stop there',he dey tell me,
Wetin concern me; i don go!
Na im wen i come dey come back
Na im kasala kon burst.
For morning,na only one man,
But now,you go think sey they import them.
Dey don block the road,
You go think sey na boko enter.
'MUS-317DM,stop!'; the same man shout,
'What's this?',for my mind i dey blow
grammer.
Na im the same man,show face.
Face wey be like prayer point.
You know how you dey pray for money na,
Na so the man dey shine face for me.
For my mind,'Allahu','Oh God',na
Im i dey talk.
Before i no am,the man don shadow me,
With kumo* before my glass.
'Ko ju ma ri bi gbogbo ara lo gun ee'
Na im i jejeli slow down for them.
'Where is your particular',the man dey shout,
As if sey,particular go do am.
I give im paritcular but he no gree,
Na then i no say 'to be a man is nor
enough'.
Na im i come start to beg,
The guy no gree oo,like sey we get beef.
Na later i come know wetin he want,
But seriously,i know get kpanyi for wallet.
My guy no believe oo,he even
Tell sey make i bring my A.T.M card,
If i no get cash for hand.
'Eeh!',na then i no sey the matter don red.
Wetin we dey talk?,he commot POS
From him pocket.
But,as omo agabandi,
I commot money give my 'padi padi'
Chai diaris God ooo.
c.2017
It's written in Nigerian Pidgin English.
Watching the news with a
Certain sense of urgency
All this misinformation
And repetitive monotony
Are they just the
Manifestations
Of your depravity
As your social life
Drifts on past
It’s firewood
Do you really believe you’re
Just misunderstood ?
It’s a pretty odd situation
You’ve gotten yourself into
Did you think we wouldn’t see through ?
See through
See through it
Your complacency?
You cover your face
Cover your face
Cover your face
Your face
It’s a courtesy
Your mask has become your new reality
The mask of common sense
You swore to provide for the common defense
The mask
The mask
The mask of pretense
It’s a pretense
Your only pretending
Pre tend ing
Pre tend ing
Pre tend ing to care.
When will you be aware
Of your misogyny ?
Must be part
Of your heredity
Heredity
How will you secure the blessings of
Liberty ?
For yourself and your posterity
Will you change your mind
Will you be willing to find
That perfect balance of
Protection and Projection
Projectionist
Welcome to the world of self doubt
And mental agony
Is this self destruction ?
Or just hallucination ?
Whose gonna provide the remedy ?
Remedy
Remedy
The Rem Ed y
The Mango Mussolini
Left the rest of us
To find
Need to find
Need to find
Some
Pos I tive
Energy energy.
They will see you get beat but when asked what they saw,
They won't even drop a jaw, they will say thay didn't see,
They will not say that they know your name, and they
Will run in their house unspoken and not shamed all
Because you wouldn't accept your call and chose to
Still be with the folks behind the mall. They will go
Into the house to run their mouth about how Dip
Got beat and how he was a trip to not live a good
Life with that teacher and he was a real screacher
Getting his ass smashed for being to old in the game
And the po pos had the nerve to ask us about him
We don't like that dude we glad that oh dude beat
Up his nasty ass wannabe hard attitude.
They will see you get beat but when asked what they saw,
They won't even drop a jaw, they will say thay didn't see,
They will not say that they know your name, and they
Will run in their house unspoken and not shamed all
Because you wouldn't accept your call and chose to
Still be with the folks behind the mall.
12-29-10
Sprake vs Skrywe
‘n Geskrewe woord kan nie vergaan, sal altyd sigbaar bly.
Maar hy wat nou die woord kan hoor, kan waarneem wat jy voel.
Die letter deur die oog gesien kry later eers sy doel.
Waar mondelings gesprekke vloei - sal die siel sy pasmaat kry
Want onpersoonlik koud en kul is woorde op papier:
Geen oogkontak, geen liggaamstaal, slegs twee-dimensioneel
Te maklik om dit uit te laat en te vinnig om te deel
word srywe, e-pos, SMS gesels se nuutste gier
Waar ons verbale wisselwerk die wonder laat gebeur
Groei siel-tot-siel uit mond-tot-mond; ‘n Liefde kan nou bot…
Want in die begin was daar die Woord, en Hy was self ook God
Teenwordig in ons kuiertjie kan Hy ons woord verwerp of keur
Slegs dan is dit wat binne in die siel en hart aangaan
Gelyk in tempo, en in pas, met die woorde van jou maat.
Want dialoog is almal s’n, en almal kan dit praat
Maar ‘n warm woord van jou na my – Maak dat ek jou verstaan
Form:
Ignominious consecrations - Arise.
Through tainted, synoptic eyes
With condescending erroneous lies
Despicable temptations - tease and denies
My nemesis creation,
insatiable appetites are no excuse
Rationalizations
A pernicious fight, senseless; a tightening noose
Ridiculous questions, insidious addictions
Perspectives; painful views of captive
Suicidal intentions
Dauntless drug-use & countless late nights
A senseless tightening noose
Abject & lost in the rinse
An insincere truth, a pernicious fight
Without sense, squandered youth
Enslaved without any rights.
END
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I’m a POS
I have killed I have hurt
I have felt the flames
Awaiting for me
When I die
There’s no way in saving me
For evil inside me survived
I walk the streets and people stare
They can feel the evil from me
As they point and stare
Hide every one and lock your doors
I hurt everyone that I see
I can take away your laughter and joy
I am scum I am evil
I have pushed people away
I have hurt people I love
I’m a POS
I have killed I have betrayed
The ones I love
No one wants to be near me
When I die the people will rejoice
That POS is gone burning in hell
He made that choice
I’m a POS
Only time will tell
When I will be sent to the depths of hell
I will pay for all my sins
Burning in hell
Suffering never ends
I deserve what awaits me
In the flames of Hell