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Where the Left
supports cooperative
respectful
deeply integral
yet widely multicultural health care
The Right
conserves against future changes
in hierarchical wealth structures,
thereby augmenting competitive
ineffective
unhealthy class warfare
Rather than universal classroom welfare
where everybody can Left and Right bicamerally learn
healthy cognitive/affective resonant acknowledgement
of cooperative needs
and healthy wants
While the educational systems
we shape
and democratize
relearn the primal role
of cooperatively aligned positive opportunity
and competitively maligned negative, risky feelings
Trust/mistrust
that we are/are not
a species to empower all EarthTribe's healthy gifts
and safe personal opportunity needs
and ecopolitical green-safer
unfriendly climate risk reduction
More than business as unenlightened usual
capital competitive comparative mistrusters
whose main faith is that we are
and must be
divinely ordained
StraightWhiteWesternCorporateMale monotheistic God's gift
to a sinful
unlistening
ungifted
uncaring
unhealthy
unsafe
mostly idiotic
former organic green garden
of now fallen sacrilegious AntiEden
selfishness and greed.
CoEmpathy
seeks internal absolution
from my own anthrosupremacist sins
Growing healthier polycultural experience
I want to pass through
my own monoculturing elitism,
too tolerably comfortable with natural is not spiritual
monotheistic monopolistic apartheid
means not panentheistic win/win co-passion
for great anthro-loneliness,
narcissistically elite despair
about inevitable win/lose zero-sum genocide
and Earth's Great Degenerative Transition
quickening EarthTribe mortal ecocide.
Full multicultural health care giving
receiving
conserving
preserving
remembers gifts of trust
in EarthTribe's polyculturing wealthy welfare
regenerative past through revolutionary winHealth
winWealth
future
WholeEarth supported
by sacred gifts of sunlight,
divinely breathable air,
purely potable water
fertile empowering soil
health and safety rules
for managing domesticated fire
and renewable fuel
Original CoPassionate Sky/Earth
light/power
enlightenment/empowerment
health and safety co-governing
bilateral resources
of co-empathic consciousness.
AnthroCentrism
grows from globally rabid nihilism.
As cynicism
grows from anthropocentric roots
As narcissism
grows from cynical Lose/Lose
trampling our Win/Win EarthTribe opportunities
in over-marching,
uneconomically smart
unecologically naive
anti-ego/ecosystemic,
stomping bully boots.
What the USSR Military-Terrorist Party
learned the hard way,
their Russian mafia metamorphosis
has learned a simpler
continuing kleptocratic way:
When plundering and raping your own people
and Earth's international climate of active nutritional hope,
it is easier
and less transparent
to not have the unfortunate responsibilities
of actual
factual RealTalk
and RealWalk governing service provision
Like developing robust health and climate care systems
and building safe railroads and bike paths
and viable water and sewer systems
and healthy soil
and potable water supplies
and breathable air
and not quite so yang-fired up
win/lose competitive capital hoarding
among just-us AnthroCentric plutocrats.
Would that Apprentice Donald
had stayed private mafia likewise
rather than fiddling and twittering
extracting and walling
making America grungy again.
We eat factory made, ready to eat food
Full of preservatives, for health not good
We eat food stuffs many months old
As not expired, the package told
Eating in hotels, road side stalls
Without thinking about its pitfalls
Tasty food entices our mind
To our stomach we're unkind
We neither exercise nor walk
About them we only talk
Using gadgets for every job
All physical activity we rob
Glued to mobile all day long
For little rest our eyes long
We have time for everything
Except cooking and eating
Nature, the lungs of our life
We destroy adding to our strife
Potable water, used for drinking
Its quantum, rapidly dwindling
Happy mind our biggest wealth
Also a cause for good health
With negatives, we ruin our days
It is high time we change our ways
Let's make health and happiness our aim
If neglected others we cannot blame
Good health bestows everything
Without it we are reduced to nothing
If we alter the way we live our day
We'll be healthy, I can surely say
Creature of myths and legends
most deny that you ever exist
yet time after time you reappear
history the world wide names you
Depicts you with spiral single horn
gleaming white starry coat
its said only in a virgin you trust
when you will lay your head
In her lap as she tames
your ferocity and wildness
only then can you be caught
yet should we capture you?
Is it not best to leave you free?
some things are best left alone
never to be proved as fact
I know I believe you to be real
Yet a wondrous creature living hidden
that forever free and wild should be
allowed to roam in our minds and hearts
bringing hope and joy to future generations
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for PD's contest written 06/11/2013
The unicorn is a legendary animal from European folklore that resembles a white horse with a large, pointed, spiralling horn projecting from its forehead, and cloven hooves. First mentioned by the ancient Greeks, it became the most important imaginary animal of the Middle Ages and Renaissance when it was commonly described as an extremely wild woodland creature, a symbol of purity and grace, which could only be captured by a virgin. In the encyclopedias its horn was said to have the power to render poisoned water potable and to heal sickness.
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I suppose the musings that I shall immortalize upon this page,
Will make it somewhat easy for folks to estimate my age.
But o'er the years it has become very plain to me,
That some things just ain't the same as they used to be!
The times they are a-changin', that I can understand.
Many dandy contrivances have overwhelmed the land.
Most are great for the conveniences that each brings,
But the things whereof I speak are common, everyday things
The lowly hamburger for example, has lost its old-time taste.
Today, you're served a thin, frozen patty prepared with haste!
Haircuts, neck shaves and powder were usual in a barber's chair.
Now, a "hair stylist" creates a disaster with my graying hair!
The cola I savored as a lad has lost its nose-tingling fizz.
A "new and improved" potable was brewed by some college whiz.
How I relished a milkshake made in a shiny Hamilton Blender.
Now, a soft ice cream concoction is the best they can render!
We've forgotten simple phrases like "thank you" and "please."
And "excuse me" used to be proferred with such gracious ease.
Now, I'm all for real progress, I most heartily proclaim,
But, consarn it! Too many simple things just ain't the same!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired (© All Rights Reserved)
My world with full of illusion,
Feel me with a potable description,
All is a result of excitement and reaction,
It goes beyond limit of creation,
Where it undergoes a short lived oscillation,
A shift of energy with no attenuation,
All based on thoughts and its conservation.
Is it all about nature and its selection?
Should it be a place for natural habitation?
I prefer to follow the story in succession,
Never ever care about adaptation,
I willfully chose a sign of no completion,
And accepted its preconceived version,
I get a jackpot of virtual validation,
It has a cutoff duration,
But still get all outlets as per my passion,
A world of never ending fusion,
Complex thoughts and there intersection,
I want a never ending devotion,
Where I am left with confusion,
Is it a satisfaction or an everlasting addiction?
Divide and conquer debates
favor win/lose competitions
as sometimes vicious over-investment
in defeating healthy democracy
to conquer public-square power space
not particularly sublime
While compassionate discussions
favor win/win cooperation
as virtuous co-investments
in green communion
circling passionate sharing time
Becoming complexly nuanced
beyond any tolerable hot red point
of static Business As Usual stuck
redundantly building stale uniformity lists
from LeftBrain hearing preference
for strong straight white self-defense
protagonist voices
Drowning out Other
while dragging out streams
of degenerating antagonist
non-communication
Unhealthy anthro-supremacist
viciously polarizing
and repolarizing
hidden dark resentments,
perennial fears of not enough
Dissociating and ruminating dark rabbit holes
for hiding capital competing heads
while our ecocidal ideations destroy
fragile health care systems,
insuring natural defense
organic industries
food and potable water production
and historical preservation
and water-front real estate values
Further dividing
and polarizing deepest dialogue
and highest
and best debates
favoring winner survives all competitions
and vicious viral over-investment
in defeating healthy democratic trust
to conquer public-square power space
by fostering active distrust of Other,
not particularly sublime
While more regenerative discussions
favor win/win ecofeminist cooperation
as virtuous co-investment
in green communion
circling compassion's communion
through eternally sacred
EarthTribe inclusive time.
No pease porridge for me if you please
neither hot nor cold
especially not if what's in the pot
is nine days old
for when in Parma Palermo or Pisa
(no pottage slop)
I'm predisposed and have the propensity
to pour a potent potable
(pink plonk)
and prefer to partake of a piece of pepperoni pizza
with pancetta pomodoro peperoncini
porcini plus a peck of pecorino on the top
even the penchant for a piccante prosciutto panini
or pass me a plate of penne puttanesca
with the proclivity for a platter of pinoli pesto
possibly pasta with parmesan
and I'm pleased to wine and dine al fresco
I Wish to be one with Nature
I wish I were potable water alms
I could freeze in your charms
I would melt in your arms
I could flow in your palms
I wish I were a humming bird
I could flee to you ahead
I would reach your hold
I could be with you getting mould
I wish I were rain
I could reach you like a chain
I would make me sustain
I could have my love retain
I wish I were a honeybee
I could collect honey I agree
I would save my love for thee
I could feel this as honeycomb key
I wish I were a butterfly
I could fly over you in sky
I would flutter at you as I fly
I could become one with you in reply
- C L Sivaranjani
The glamour of their squalor is found
in specular highlights of crisp brown eyes
peering through mud-matted hair, crying.
Weeks of eating an abundance of whatever,
which consisted of scarcely more than bugs
fished from non-potable cesspools.
A decade seems a long time, until singularly
it accounts for one’s whole life…and yet
we won’t home them, because they are a plague.
Self-righteousness cannot bear the reminder
that “refugees” might be people…children even;
running from nightmares that persist in daylight.
Ignorance is bliss, after all…
and who chooses to come down from a high?
We have full tables, full inns, and empty hearts.
Opportunistic politicians see a platform,
borne on the backs of the starving and desperate,
they manifest feigned outrage and farcical hand-wringing.
Droves follow droves out from the gloomy dread
greeted by cool apathy or worse; outright derision…
what more is to be expected of humanity?
The squalor of our glamour is found
in hopeless disconnection to what matters, or
to the reality that we could have been them.
11/18/15