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What we believe
is our neurological humane nature,
growing up
and cooperatively out
from LoserMe+LoserWe caste depressions
about our survivalist selves
failing past multiculturally dynamic environments,
defending WinMe v LoseWe capitalistic patriarchalism,
while spiritually transitioning toward WinMe+WinWe
nurturing co-passionate communication
Feels natural,
teleologically indigenous,
red-blooded spiritual
flowing up
and cooperatively out
ecological green/blue energy
growing away from retributive injustice,
harmful guilt and shame
And growing toward WinEgo+WinEco absorbing compassion,
ego+eco-political restorative peace
sacred EarthSentient
matriarchal nurturing
healthy nature of wealthy spirituality
What I believe
is our positive v negative multi-regenerational
neuropsychological
internal nature
Has grown from
our ecological prime EarthMother Attachment,
flowing out divine individuating energy
growing from discontinuous
detached
ultimately disempowering WinMe v LoseWe
post-partum rabidity
toward Win+Win democratically healthy
green indigenous nondualistic relationships
for humane internal+external
natural consciousness
Of wealthy holistic healing
multicultural health
multigenerational
multi-pathic
polyphonic
polyamorous caste transformation
meta-euphoric experience
Of universal love
without anthropocentric conditions.
As Pharoah thought
Deep thoughts on Thoth,
He became serious
And thought of Osiris.
What of Seth?
What do Anubis and Horus sayeth?
Of Amun and Mut,
And panoplied Nut?
It may take me forever
Mused the Pharoah -
To invent the Alphabet
To honour me and the rest.
So he hit upon a plan
From the carved likeness of man
In relief on a cliff.
Hey, hello - was born the Hieroglyph!
So excited was the Pharaoh
That row upon row
Of ideograms were made
For then and beyond- never to fade.
Way back in Antiquity
Was the hieroglyph's nativity,
From civilization's start
Great works of art.
After five millennia or more
At a light and sound show
The Hieroglyphs stand out
In splendor and shout:
Look on and wonder
On our days of thunder;
When great kings ruled the land
Where you wonder and stand.
Great things we'd tell you
If only you knew
To read papyrus and stone
Like your own Champollion!
Be that as it may
Setting aside our dismay
We venture to now and here
And our version of the ancient fear -
Athazagoraphobic
Is a form of being sick
Where you fear you'll be forgotten
As your memory gets rotten.
To overcome this fear
Modern science was here.
Came our Dennis Gabor
With the fruit of his labor.
- Hologram-
Now you can see light effects
Both form and the texts
With science of the day
Having had it's great say.
But think all over again-
Isn't it plain
Holograms in chips
Are but chipped hieroglyphs?
That some day in future
A post-apocalyptic preacher
Would try to decipher
The hologrammatic cipher?
A Rosetta Stone of old
A better story told
Than this obsolescent chip
Of a "modern" Athazagoraphobic.
Let me wind up this ditty
Of trying to be witty
Holograms and Hieroglyphs
Are both alliterative scripts!
~11 April 2016~
Contest Judged : 29 May 2016
Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper
Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly,
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,
yours truly swimmingly
begot during the heat
of parents being passionately fruitful
courtesy diploid erogenous frisson
between my then searingly
robust virile father and fecund mother
~ late March/early April 1958
ushered seminal moment
post ova fertilization realization
courtesy male gamete
penetrating zona pellucida
a glycoprotein layer surrounding the oocyte
triggering cell bait multiplication
subsequently yielding male
gendered offspring and sole son
hashtagged as uber twittering, snapchatting,
shutterflying super duper
cute little boy with short strawberry blond hair,
whose solitudinarian nature
became quite evident when he displayed
acute social withdrawal
upon off fish shill commencement
getting schooled as a grouper
by mister Hooper,
who made his debut
appearance on Sesame Street
November 10, 1969
as storied and staple long time resident
on above named television show
until March 18, 1983,
beloved by adults and children alike
within make believe community
(a conglomerate of real and imaginary locales)
peopled with proprietary named characters
for any of a number of humorously grotesque
glove or rod puppets and marionettes,
chiefly representing animals,
first popularized, idolized,
dramatized, capitalized, and actualized
by the children's television programme
Sesame Street (1969-) and more recently
in The Muppet Show (1976-80).
Also: a toy made to resemble one of these
ingenious brainchild of Jim Maury Henson
an American puppeteer, animator, actor,
and filmmaker who achieved worldwide
notability as the creator of the Muppets
which series originated as two pilot episodes
produced by Henson for ABC in 1974 and 1975.
Henson's shocking, sudden death occurred on May 16, 1990 of organ failure resulting from streptococcal toxic shock syndrome. An emotional memorial service was held five days later at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City.
The teaching
Is not in the preaching
But in following the way
How you are each day
It is in how you live
How much of you are you willing to give
The kindness you show
To help others to grow
It is about compassion
Not the latest fashion
Lending a helping hand
Being the one that can understand
No room for hate
Do not let that be our fate
Never to late
To let love lead our way
Starting today
Does not matter if your rich or poor
Love is an open door
To a better tomorrow
Beyond our sorrow
We are all of the human race
Of hate there should be no trace
No disgrace
To show the love you feel
To help others heal
Be a guide post showing the way
Towards a new day
I'm sorry was you not expecting a reaction
What was I supposed act like the didn't happen
And I prayed for an angel to save me
But when Mama came to rescue her baby
You called it kidnapping
You thru my hero in jail
And sent me back to hell
For the devil to finish his "kid-napping"
I was told to tell you I fell
as it starts to sting and swell
You called it attention deficit disorder
I call it being ignored
So tell me was it something I said
Or was it something I did
That gave you the right to do what you did
Did it make you feel big
Raping your own kid
And this life will be the death of me
As you see there's nothing left of me
And I got to live with what's left of me
And if I make it through this life alive
Well kill me
I hope I live long enough to die
And my destiny is not to live but to die
I won't be silenced
And my revenge is violent
But never will I cater to your lies
You are everything that I despise
What you done to me cannot be disguised
I don't even care of the hell you put me through
Never will I ever be like you
And now I'm feeding my dopeaphnes
Mithafedsamnes
Im letting you get to me
Deprived as I'll ever be
But this is not me
Life ain't what it needs to be
Trying to live life's expectancy
Even though there's nothing left of me
You still expect from me
Well I hope you seen what you came to see
Cuz that's all the f##k you're getting from me
courtesy sharp pointed objects
(that string of words
doth hoop fully connive fist
(cuffed) around handles of knife
discounting divorce (from wife)
i.e. remaining uncoupled
mandated eventually note hissed
unbridled love and apology
toward thee missus and progeny
who forever did blacklist
das scribe, how objectionable
now, he profusely kissed
mouth of other voluptuous
(zoftig) older women
(consensually, flatteringly, indiscriminately)
and amazingly enough spouse did insist
to forgive, boot never forget.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
thus very little paternal (filial) love expressed
and she chose to live yonder
Oakland, California her temporary dwelling
no matter, her papa blatantly confessed
YES, more'n his eye did wonder.
At present petty coated junction irreparable schism
doth rank as horrendous on par me adopting fascism
forever sullied image ("daddy's girl")
who once thought the world of me
selfish misdeeds buzzfeeding swelling egoism
no more how enlightened I became
ex post facto, pure unconditional acceptance
refracted light risque behavior thru prism
where primary parental accountability
not satisfactorily explained away courtesy
Darwinism (to seed genes), nor chauvinism,
whereby ever since time immemorial
men disregarded and hardened libido
against marital covenant.
I just keep seeing them, the hooves pounding those old rain-soaked cobblestones, somewhere in the back of my mind. I feel the creeping fog against someone else’s skin, not mine.
An old iron lamp post and that old lamplighter, impressions are burned into my third eye. I knew him in another lifetime. I’ve traversed so much time, so many centuries in brief seconds.
All of my senses succumb to the lamp’s flame as it burns the oil and the scent of that old pipe that he smokes, this lamplighter.
Who is the woman in lace whose body, in which I am? From whose eyes do I look out over this emerald landscape from bluestone walls? She does not know the lamplighter in that other place. She lived four centuries before him, yet she is inside my head...my body.
Past lives reside in the soul’s backpack. We carry them through numerous incarnations and occasionally a memory escapes to speak, when we need it the most.
2-20-2023
Deja vu Poetry Contest
Unseeking Seeker
In every corner of my floor and everywhere are toys,
the floor is littered- even with some that make noise.
There is a huge floor scratcher shaped like a boat,
and dangly things that I must for kitty daily float.
There is a tall scratch post that is very tattered,
'cause kitty is determined that it must be battered.
There are blankets thrown out of her soft fluffy bed,
and it seems her squeaky mouse have also fled.
There are catnip pouch shapes for endless fun,
and kitty will run with them till she is tired- done.
But, I do not mind the clutter and stuff on my floor,
'cause each day kitty and me bond more and more.
Let’s be brutally honest with each other
AI poems are being posted on soup
Can be seen on a daily basis
Keep seeing the same names produce it
I don’t bother alerting admin as
Nothing gets done, so instead I
Go and seek genuine poems… HOWEVER
I USED to read a poem and comment
Now I often copy and paste them
To check for AI, and sadly I
Even search for plagiarism and
Get infuriated when I find it. I’d
Really love an explanation how a dead poet
Is able to post THEIR poem here on the site
The time has come to clean up the soup bowl
Yes let’s rid the site of cheaters and fakers!
1. Apollo's Radiance
Find me not in the hollow
A dream is a dream is a dream
Find me among the trees and follow
In the sunlight I follow the gleam
Reality is difficult to swallow
So I found peace with Apollo
2. Discovery
It was a discovery to discover me
My soul was lost in the art of words
I found my heart in the golden sea
Dancing with the lovely birds
To discover me is to set me free
And love was the only key
3. Wisdom And Wit
I amuse myself with wisdom and wit
Do not tarry or dance around the truth
My intelligence could a king befit
Built from the struggles of a troubled youth
But you'll see I'm not without merit
I've survived worse with egregious grit
4. Magic Everywhere
Imagine a world with magic
Where dreams came true
That it is only a dream is truly tragic
But I found magic in my muse
A bevy of colors create a fabric
And a lovely world of magic
5, Courage In Fear
It is not weakness to feel fear
Only a fool fights instinct
In the gloom we despair what we hear
That which is indistinct
And when it draws near
It's okay to feel fear
6. True Persona
Long have I shunned who really I am
Out of fear I will bring them shame
But who I display is just a sham
Nothing will ever be the same
When I show who I really am
They'll probably tell me to scram
7. Mr. Obama
Sometimes I really miss Mr. Obama
Those eight years went by fast
I'm tired of the fear mongering and drama
And those who ignore the past
With courage I will fight this trauma
And fight Trump in honor of my mama
8. Workplace Woes
These days I deal with workplace woes
By sharing memes and rhymes
I could count every woe on my toes
In these increasingly uncertain times
And I've dealt with the highs and lows
It clearly shows in my prose
Note: I wrote these thinking they were Cinquains only to realize I was doing it wrong. Anyway I figured I'd just post them all here as one collection!