Long Privately Poems
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I stitched my Wounds in borrowed Dark —
Where comment cannot pry —
The Noise of mouths was everywhere,
Yet Silence endured I —
From serious Pain — the Chronic kind
That teaches Breath to hide —
I fled the marketplace of words
Where weary meanings died —
The Chatter spent me poor of strength,
Each syllable a tax —
I learned to leave with empty hands
And fewer looking back —
Terrified of the self that feeds
On mirrors, not on Truth —
I guard the gates of my own Pulse
With almost holy Ruth —
So quick the Tongue is now to pause —
A practiced, sacred brake —
For speech once loosed cannot return
What careful quiets make —
My Ears remain — wide-open Fields —
My Eyes — an unslept Sea —
I watch the world without a claim
That it must answer me —
And privately, the Healing grows
Like roots that work at Night —
No witness but the tender Dark,
No proof — except the Light.
the unstoppable heart pushed away,
pretended to like her anyway,
the truth in character snubbed their nose,
not seeing their own love was cold,
silence overcame her, in heart she withdrew,
seeing the true nature of what they do,
victory! they scream as she walked out the door,
the biased hearts believe they won some kind of war,
their trickery subtle, they privately mocked,
in every speech mixing love and hate to the top,
how hard to stand in the midst of all we see,
God reminds us to share his love in honesty,
so so very many who just walked away,
in tears they shared privately,,,they could not stay,
i fall to my knees, Lord why do you show this to me?,
i love them, Lord, this is my family,
i try to understand, in your love i reach out,
weighing down on my heart, i have no room for doubt,
you remind me to gather the parts is a gathering,
but to assemble the product is a whole different thing.
SOMETIMES, I AM TIRED OF HIDING MYSELF AS A MAN
IN A SOCIETY THAT THINKS A MAN’S PAIN DOES NOT EXIST…
EXHAUSTED FROM FEELING LIKE I AM NOT ALLOWED MY TEARS…
CONFUSED ABOUT WHY,
IF WITNESSED IN THE PUBLIC’S EYES,
I’M NOT SUPPOSED TO CRY.
FRUSTRATED WITH THE THOUGHT THAT, AS A MAN,
I CANNOT SHED MY EMOTIONS
ON MY PARTNER’S SHOULDER.
PRIVATELY ENRAGED AT A SOCIETY
THAT THINKS VULNERABILITY IN A MAN
IS A SIGN OF WEAKNESS.
THINKING TO MYSELF,
“HERE I GO,”
WITH ANOTHER PERFORMANCE.
ANGRY AT HOLDING ON
TO A FALSIFIED SMILE
WHEN I’M HURTING.
SO AS I WRITE THIS POEM,
IT IS WRITTEN FOR ALL MEN—
A READING FOR YOUR HEARTS TO MEND.
AND KNOW
YOU HAVE PERMISSION
TO BE ALL VERSIONS OF YOURSELF.
Integrity feeds autonomous Ego-identity
as
Diversity waters interdependent Eco-serenity,
Hope for peace
built through commitment
to economic-ecological Win/Win co-relational green
icons for Public Health
through privately nutritious wealth,
co-operatively invested.
EarthMom mentored me,
inviting me to taste
emerging EgoIdentity
co-acclimating
creolizing metamorphic womb-transubstantiation,
synergetic internal/external communion economics
with public DNA health investments
of multi-generational history
paid nutritiously forward,
My original yang/yin
external/internal shaping womb environment,
wet and warm as an overflowing yin-river
of nutritionally healthy baptism,
I am reborn of a tricky shape-shifter
doctor of ecofeminist creation theology development
ecologically supporting reforesting EarthParadise vocations
For Zero ZenZone interdependent purposes,
truths,
beauty,
passions multiculturally healthy, organic
co-operatively nutritious
Paradise Gardens by work/play day
Recovering polypathic multilaterally cooperative winning eco-politics
between YangLeft-identity
and YinRight-wildly metaphysical 4D polyphonic
bicamerally balancing nutritious WinWin night dreams
Aspirations of healthiest wealth
cooperatively experienced,
loved by Left universal yang,
and worshiped by Right unitarian yin.
Where did the quality of
life go?
We were on bicycles,
jumping rope, eating popsicles.
Who cared about dirt?
We threw our body into
pools with nary a care.
The elderly with canes, just
harrumphed and gave us
watery, cataract stares.
With nary a care, we played
hide and seek.
And rode to wealthier places
to just take a peek.
Radio was all that we had.
Great stories we listened too!
And guess what, youngins?
We were grateful and glad.
No flashing blue screens, no
food was delivered.
Mom cooked it all so well.
Why, we drooled and had
shivers!
Stores were tiny and owned
privately by hard working owners
that knew your name?
Big, unfriendly stores now to me,
are as cold as a wintry rain!
Some of us remember, when
Church was a must.
When nuns in long, black gowns
were people who had our trust!
No child swore, or if they did
got a spanking.
Today? They go to a school
psychologist for a ranking.
Few go to church, as back in the day!
They are online playing the
Internet game of the day.
God's crucifix is no longer on display?
Great,,,we can break now a commandments
loot, burn and kill?
Life is more fun that way?
A fine life highway we have set for boys
and our girls.
But then sexes are outlawed,
puts me in a total whirl.
I am so glad to not be in love
with the Internet Nation.
It started off well...but is no
longer a sane creation.
People cannot move one inch
without their iPhone dear?
The sites on the Internet show
far more than a derrière!
I hope we get close,as humans
once be!
And stop the madness of
FaceTime replacing reality.
Sure, many will disagree and
think I am a jerk
That's fine, be on your way
and just twerk!
7-5-2021
Shed A Tear
Within debilitating heartache you shed a tear
The loss of a loved one that you hold so dear
Gone is the that one love you once held so near
Memories overcome you as you shed a tear
Seeking inner strength that no longer is clear
Overcome by all these emotions that appear
Consumed by the sorrow and pain so severe
Suddenly overcome by grief you shed a tear
Praying for inner strength to adhere
Hoping that time will heal and endear
Fearfully your near future is so unclear
You quietly and solemnly shed a tear
Releasing all inner sorrow as you shed a tear
Letting go of the uncertainty causing you fear
Becoming aware of your feelings so sincere
In your loneliness you privately shed a tear
EarthMothers
know we breathe in
a cooperative
domestic
micro-economy of sacred organic co-redemption,
Universal green ecological salvation
uniting EarthTribes' co-empathic
healthy democratic wealth
for restoring win/win global EarthHealing
Empowering
enlightened restorying of non-violent communication
in-between all MotherEarth's polypathic Voices
investing in polymathic
cooperative health/wealth ego/eco-binary Choices.
EarthMothers also glow
with dispassion for monocultural invasions,
global extractions,
degenerations
Of robust
polyculturally resonant
multicultural health
indigenously sustaining multi-generational Here/Now wealth
of cumulative
synergetic
integral Wisdom
Of EarthMothers
anxiously aware
that this global climate pandemic
is an unnatural public
and privately unspiritual defiance
of an anthrosupremacist
monoculturing
invasive patrilinear weed patch
Of inhumane
anti-religious world views
rationalizing StraightWhiteMale privilege
over sleek and sexy entertainments,
Investments in satiated comforts,
alcohol clouded abuse,
addictive gambling on unhealthy risks
of depopulating Earth's humanity
And civility
and complexly felt compassion,
nonviolent communication
ReBirthing EarthJustice
restoring resiliently healthy
multiculturing wealth
of regenerations.
Especially one courteously wrapped ably
anonymously gifted to
an aspiring gourmet Chef Boyardee
i.e. not surprisingly... revealing mystery
person none other than...
yepper namely me.
Moost anyone can show
off culinary karate chop
suey, whether schooled among
fishy creatures either
from black lagoon,
or privately tutored,
(this haint no canibal)
courtesy mythological Cyclop,
somewhat riotously,
quirkily and precariously,
when blindsided flop
which slapdash loco motion often
misconstrued for latest dance moves
characterizing boogie woogie
(touting Louis Armstrong talents
as token bugle boy), and/or hip hop.
Audible sigh of relief exhaled by
none other than Chaim Yankel,
whose tail feathers ruffled
linkedin to setback, which former
(malfunctioning microwave) did rankle.
No longer must
hungry tummies all told
eat food frozen and/or cold
leftovers formed into Rorschach,
neigh Horseshack habitat mold
more suitable as clay pigeons,
where strong arms
analogous to accordion fold
readied to take aim and fire
young trumpeting Olympian trained
contestants, albeit aghast at
proliferating firearms when polled
wantonly, indiscriminately, and blithely
taking precious innocent lives
worth more than fine spun gold.
Eve vent chilly this monseigneur
and his madam
(Church Lady) conceding faithful
to follow and acquiesce
and countenance flimflam
toward yours truly,
no matter a fake Imam
who offered up feast
Earth friendly biologically/
genetically modified, prepared
artificial intelligent algorithmically
programmed manufactured in Vietnam,
who cooked delectable
Soylent green eggs and ham.
Best not prepare
former entree in microwave
lest they explode instantly
killing home of the brave
necessitating, none other
than one lame rhymester at large
to end poem quickly senseless verse
in order for his hide to save.
We’re manufactured girls,
designed to be beautiful and pointless.
Everything we tell you has to be true,
we feel we can open up to you.
We’re decorated and prepared for sacrifice.
We can touch your tender isolation
and reinforce your inadequate truths.
We can mirror your internal struggles
and help you shape your damnation.
You’ve caressed our powerless distress
a thousand times, with sleep's dark hands.
Don’t feel your destroying something beautiful
You know, when privately accessible
in the darkness of your man cave
our soft, immediate shapes
excuse extraordinary behavior.
That’s all we want.
.
.
A song for this:
Genesis. by RAYE
"Darren and Lisa by the sea"
One fine day such whispers called to go to the sea
Darren and Lisa were set with cookies and tea
All was well along the shore
hearing tides and their roar
there wasn't anything they couldn't foresee
Hold the thought as a seagull stops by their side
He flew from high above with such force and stride
Their snacks were gone in a flash
taken was Darren's stash
Lisa replies "next time its the countryside"
SkyWatcher - 05-09-17
note
ok all you Limerick experts
you can be honest and true
this was my attempt at the Limerick
this entry is three out of three
I've only practiced this twice privately
I somehow now had the courage to post
I have seen so many floating around in this format
have a wonderful day
thank you