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A Miserable Night
Locked the door, Locked the mouth,
I am crawling across the floor to hide,
My lungs pulling the air as much as possible,
As it is the last breaths of my life.
The drop of sweat is moving on my forehead,
My tongue is dry, eyes are wet.
I freeze under the bed,
I can’t move, nor speak,
This static scene seems like a portrait.
They screaming like an Sylvan Wolf.
Oh God! Oh God! they came, like a premature death,
They are not knocking the door,
They are piercing my heart,
I am only a sacrifice goat,
My face became white as snow,
They became successful in their intention,
They stand in my room, in my life.
A man has caught my neck like a butcher grabs a goat,
I saw three devils, not three men,
He aims on me, I can feel myself half dead,
They are howling on me, they are going to kill me,
Presumably unfortunately this is my destiny,
A Gun fired three times, not on me,
Now the devils are lying on the floor,
A Soldier, A God, A Life savior, He saved me.
Soldiers came but it’s too late,
Many lives, many emotions, many possessions are burnt,
This night is as dark as coal,
This holy ground is as red as blood,
This pain is as miserable as wild cold wind,
After few clock ago, this village was heaven,
Now this village is burning like hell.
:- Shubham Pandey
Yang: What is the difference between a theist and an atheist?
Yin: A bicamerally balancing ego/eco-teleologist.
Yang: Well, so what's that; a teleologist?
Yin: You, if you believe the Earth is your co-gravitational
(0)-double-binding mind-spirit/body-nature center
epi-center
of wealthy egonomic
and healthy ecopolitical values,
each with equi-valent
ego/ecological
transgenerational health-care
deep wealth meaning merit.
Yang: So, who wouldn't believe that?
Yin: Probably no one.
Yang: So, why, exactly, is this an issue I need to look at right now?
Yin: Because, if you are an ecological panentheist,
then you are also a (0)-interest
co-invested bodhisattva peace warrior
poli-economist,
presumably.
Yang: Wow, I really did not see that climax coming at all!
Yintegrity: Yes, well, I get that all mind/body bipartisan time.
YangBright: Hmmm.... I can see purpose Now i
n sort of a 4D WinWin Cooperative Here
Ego/EcoOccupyers
Rejoining RNA Tribal Purpose
unfolding dialectical
exponential
deep fractal meaning
kinda' organic sacred WuWays.
YinPower: Don't rush, reframe our collateral flow issues,
in alpha(0)mega double-binding poli-economic
nondual crown/rooted
mind-dawn/body-dark
respirating EarthNature's
dipolar teleological appositions.
YangLight: You flow on too darkly rooted much
for optimally repurposed fire-power.
YinPower: Invest less in competing economic partial-trusts
and politically disharmonic insufficiency
of loving sacred beauty.
Instead,
invest in repurposing
every co-engaging
meaning-full
experiential expedition
only where your economic health flows out
our cooperative climatic inflow
of politically multicultural wealth.
YangMind: Ah, yes,
I see
our MidWay Zen
mutual reflection again,
where my Tao wealth
caressingly embraces your cooperative health
of coarising egomind/ecobody-engagement
Right purposeful proportion,
eco-dominant meaningful balance,
light's radiant fractal frequencies
of regenerative logos-dawn/mythos-dusk
Yang/yin
pregnant/absent
positive/double-binding negative,
appositional boundaries of co-balancing light
and prime co-relational powers.
YinPower: And you think I flow out too much feeling!
"say Brian"
what is your poetry creed?"
POETRY IS AN ORAL ART AT ITS BEST WHEN RECITED
it then becomes a two-way unique one-off.experience .
ok then...to the detail-
"So is traditional line capitalisation ok with you?"
In RHYME ..YES..
but NOT otherwise as it creates a natural pause (ie it stilts) & thus disrupts the flow
"presumably thats why wrap-around lines are also a no-no for you? "
YES but mainly they are not visually conducive to read digitally or otherwise!
"Ok,I see that but what have
you got against those five forms
and the like,you know
acrostic,
kyrielle
terzanelle
villanelle
&pantoum etc? "
NOT against them per se
they can be good for a learning exercise,
a bit like scales are important when learning the piano
but are too contrived & mechanical IMHO for our art form
"Yet you like shape,visuals,emagi & ekphrasis verse! "
Indeed,they reveal my weakness for art in poetry!
"So why do you appear to dislike prose poetry!"
I don't dislike them as such, the two arts just don't mix for my taste.
"Are there particular forms that appeal?"
Rhyme,alliteration,clerihew,footle&hiku*(both in the singular especially)
tanka& American cinquain-will always ring my bell.
& of course
poetry in the OPEN VERSE style
which is what Brian?
**OPEN VERSE uses spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols relies upon 'the one breath limitation' this intuitive cadence pemits the 'reader' (reciter) to respond in an interpretative - interplay unique to the ' happening
BEFORE A WORD IS ON MY TONGUE, BEHOLD, O LORD, YOU KNOW THE WHOLE OF IT PSALM 139:4
MY SPOUSE AND A FEW close friends have been known to finish my sentences
Before I do
Some could find this annoying
But I don’t
For it illustrates just how well these special people know
Understand me
It can be exhilarating to be known so well by another
But at times I find it scary too, because it can make me feel more vulnerable
If someone knows me well
Then they also know what hurts me
What causes my heart to ache
Presumably how to manipulate my emotion
We may not feel worthy of God’s attention or desire
It may seem scary, but God would never prey on our vulnerability
God Savors the persons we are
Persons formed in God’s own image and likeness
Readings
Gospel
Wisdom 1:1-7, Psalm 13:1-10
Luke 17:1-6
Form:
Opening a new 2019 calendar,
January unveils an Arctic Wildlife Refuge view
of glaciered mountains
behind a frozen river
surrounded by bedrocks
grey and bleak black
and rusty brown.
The Wilderness Society caption
claims this as our "treasured landscape
that the indigenous Gwich'in people" name,
proclaim?
"Sacred Place Where Life Begins."
Rather than
The same old frigid and barren secular place
where any decent life
could only abruptly end
in hopelessly frozen defeat.
This juxtaposition seems to capture essential compassionate v narcissistic
human destinies of choice.
Both Wildlife Refuge views
could be valid,
but the indigenous birthplace choice
to see opportunity
feels more integratively useful,
more communion sustainable,
resilient, rather than bitterly brittle.
The Dalai Lama teaches,
and presumably practices,
as have other messianic/bodhisattva re-creations,
a distinction between empathic pictures
and compassionate stories.
Empathy may associate with RightBrain feelings
of happiness and despair,
ecstasy, but also cynical disenchantment,
with some Other
past,
present,
future,
human,
animal,
plant,
planet...
Compassion is more about LeftBrain planning
what I, we, cooperatively together
walking in newborn, reborn solidarity
will do to heal wounds, minimize risks,
and more resiliently sustain sacred opportunities
for unborn/reborn future life.
Empathy opens windows,
pictures,
landscapes,
refuges,
sanctuaries toward proactive
cooperative co-passion.
Practiced,
informed,
experienced,
trained,
educated,
supported development of co-responsibility,
green integrity,
Synergetic vulnerability,
matriarchally cooperative wombs
open life to empathy,
co-empathy,
eco-empathy with wounded and therapeutic lifelines,
compassionate rebirth conquering narcissistic pre-death
In 2019,
2020 sharper revision,
and so on.
You need a smart phone to get your number.
Take a picture of the square with the code,
answer the text message, “yes I am here”.
My number D106, better take a seat.
The interracial gay couple next to me, are awfully
grabby for 8:45 am, just mind your own business.
But, why doesn’t the white guy have any shoes on,
and why just socks, that when purchased were probably white.
Now serving D100
The rather large lady to my left requires two seats.
Whats the deal with women and tights and what’s is
the largest size available, in purple?
Her perfume choice, ode to yesterday’s cigarettes.
Now serving D101
Mr, I work for the highway department, walks buy and takes a seat.
Neon yellow shirt and jeans say, we were washed four or
five days ago and worn everyday since.
Presumably his wife, who doesn’t do laundry often, sits beside him.
Now serving D102
Two Asian men enter followed by a teenager, maybe a son.
He reads the billboard and explains the process.
Both men remove their phones and follow his instructions.
Three seat together is going to be hard to find.
Now serving D103
Across the way, a family of four, teenage daughter wearing pjs.
A Halloween motif with Michael Myer’s masked face.
Since it’s only mid September, aren’t we rushing the season a bit?
Then again, given the black lipstick and nail polish, maybe not.
Now seeing D104
Now, the shoeless gay guy gets up and jumps at the ceiling.
He’s trying to remove the cobweb hanging in front of the monitor.
Nice try, but at maybe 5’5”, LeBron James he is not.
His partner urges him to return to his seat.
Now serving D105
You know they sent you a notice: Renew by mail.
It even allowed you to do it on line, save a stamp.
But no, the picture was out of date, nearly eight years ago.
So here your sarcastic ass sits.
Now serving D106 “Thank the Lord!”
She’s behind the glass, the remnants of Covid.
Her lips are moving, but no sound is coming through.
I point to my ears and shrug. She increases her volume.
Yes, wish to renew my drivers license.
Sign the application where highlighted and $24.
Wow, 4 bucks cheaper in person, what a deal.
Picture taken, temporary printed, permanent in 30 days.
Outside finally and look down, what a horrible picture.
They were accounted for,
they were officially dead,
but the alarming fact was
that large numbers of the dead
had gone missing.
Occasionally, still pinging cellphones
were found in Hades, Purgatory, and
other Bardo states.
Olympus was drunkenly silent,
as were almost all of the seven heavens.
In nirvana,
the footwear of some of the deceased,
had been left in a pile awaiting a divine fire,
footprints were seen
as if waiting for a cooling wash
in the fountain of everlasting life.
The missing had presumably
transported themselves
to some less boneheaded ideas
of the life after, one not yet imagined
by any dogmatic priesthood.
God was accused of not packaging
the deceased properly.
However the missing were never found
having discovered their own way out
of all that doctrinal,
inconsequential madness.
The presumably creative opposite of lose/lose dying
is win/win regenerative living,
The opposite of leftbrain dominant boredom
is left/right win/win co-passionate
cooperative entertainment,
intertwinement,
interdependent re-creation,
proactive dialogue,
cooperative discernment
and choice-making.
The opposite of loneliness
is compassionate engagement,
restoring Earth green peace
and ecologically balancing justice.
So, the opposite of dying
feels like entertaining engagement,
cooperative co-investment,
multiculturally co-arising community interdependence,
copassioning communication,
active win/win therapeutic justice
seeking re-creation resilience stories
cooperatively win/win eco-politically committed
rather than disempowering
ego-patriarchal historians
writing leftbrain dominant
colonizing
competitively capitalistic
predator/prey evolutionary
eat or be eaten theories
That do not speak to
or from
actual planting
through harvesting
through composting
through winter's cold watered healing
through springtime replanting
regenerative
restoratively co-invested experience,
reconnecting ecological systemic relationships
to eco-political networks of and for
public and climate health,
community political and socially resilient
ego-capital/eco-community
sensory-neurological
cognitive need/inductively felt
win/win communication
compassionate wealth.
A little birdie came chirping to my courtyard,
vibrant its wings were,
tangerine, green and white,
a golden hue all over,
an impeccable hymn it sang.
I looked at her fervently,
her hymn and charisma had struck a chord.
Felt she was mine and had come to see me,
from a distant land of absolute freedom,
San’s shame and fear.
Where my heart pined to go!
She chirped, hopped, and fluttered her dazzling wings,
presumably she desired to show how thrilled she too was!
My heart sang aloud,
Tears flooded my eyes.
Yes, thrilled I too am to see such an enchanting beauty
and hear your mellifluous song.
Giving the woman in me a new reason to dream,
of the land,
my heart yearns to go!
Oh! enchanting little visitor you came for me I know.
And my heart says little birdie you are my even more.
Wish you lead me to that distant land,
of absolute freedom sans shame and fear!
@Chitra Arun
Isn't it annoying to hope and never be truly cherry?
Do you recognize you were the lone soldier to run away?
When I reach the risky level, I had the right to shoot away.
Is there any opportunity Fortune you may delay?"
There is one person who must oversee the beam.
There is just one success, regardless of the storm.
Are you insane to ponder I'm ill since you loved them?
We'll surely deal with the true flag in the realm.
Sent from the heavens to rescue temporal creature?
Will it even be a relief to realize the imminent failure?
Have you received a lot of inquiries? generally, clever
You remain desolate, yearning for forlorn dinner.
Anything you can set up whenever it is close to you.
You relieve the person of its stifling love asset portfolio.
Mending a broken spirit is difficult and painful too.
The leaves tend to be defoliated and unfocused, though.
True to nature, the prolific soil is all shades of dark.
Time to agree now that you have the trust of the public.
Did you believe you were doomed from the outset mark?
When you hit your molarity, occurred a false block.
Regardless, I was dissatisfied with the outcome.
Charming or presumably extending your point of claim.
There was a lot of skepticism around humanity at the time.
Did you realize your spirit was defective anytime?
Written April 14, 2021
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