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If I were a bird love would be my wings
My flock would be of hip hop
Allow me to cruise sky blue white streams
Without fear of flying treetops
And oh the blackbird songs I prophetically sing
Would I sing just as lovers do
Mating season is never in winter time
Yet frostbitten love warms a fool
Romantic rendezvous red as fine wine
Love peaks primes we win and lose
If I was a cave would you explore
All my dark places to find peace
Would you have amber hope for
Love inside of both of us deep
What do you dream of amour
If I was a dream I would be odd
Feverish romantic and enchanting
I would feel like holy love of God
With all souls delighted dancing
We would see the heavens and stars
Alas I am but a human poet
Using my heart as a green vase
If I didn’t say would you know it
Love is my garden and faith
plants the seeds of eternity hope is.
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable, perspicuous,
pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized, proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominant, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative, prudent psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful.
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Panglossian Perspective
Pivoting Poze Pretentiously
Pacific, pacifist pampered papa
parading par excellent paragon
parent (parenthetically parochial
particularly partisan) parvenu
passive, passionately paternalistically patient,
paunchy, peaceably pepped, perfectionist,
perceptive, perennially perky, permissively
persevering, persistently personable,
perspicuous, pertinent, phenomenally philanthropic, philharmonic
picturesquely pious, pioneering, piquantly pithy,
playfully pleasant, pleasurably plucky, plummy,
poetically poignant, politely pontificating, popular,
positively potent, powerfully practiced pragmatist,
praiseworthy, prayerfully precious, precise
predominant, preeminently preferable, preparedly
preponderant, presently president, prestigiously
prevailing, priceless, princely, principally pristine,
privately privileged, prized,
proactively procreative,
prodigiously productive, proficiently profitable,
progressively prominent, promisingly prompt,
prophetically propitious, prospectively protective,
proudly proven provocative,
prudently psyched, puissant,
punctilious, punctually purposeful pygmy.
Humanity born on the bone of an earthen mound
froze graphics on cave walls hail their Ice Age strive,
wall carvings speak three trees, a forest be sound,
harsh times craft crept the charged choice to thrive,
they owned their time, and those old craved their life.
The continental divide craft the Americas,
termed yarn cave lifers to cliff dwellers,
from the mountainous Incans Cuzco etchers Transamerica's,
Aztec and Mayan walled labyrinth kaleidoscopic cellars,
and Far East Orient, and Indian subcontinent chiselers.
Biblically phrased had enlighten the world of Christians,
as writings on the wall are prophetically profound,
the world's a better place for Catholics and Protestants,
most have read that Scripture blesses all Faiths as sound,
Christ states to the fish and loave eaters on top of a mound.
Throughout time, an omen from The Rock of Ages,
from a second or to a millennium of years ago,
says nothing but for the claimant to ascertain the sages,
and so a man of God locked in the den of lions. Oh, woe!
Sees Daniel alive surrounded by lions. King mop & mow.
Wars between King Nebuchadnezzar and The Persians
and The Medes that had led to his loss and surrender,
and eventually to his death. The Persians claimed versions
of the city of Babylon, and The Medes took the other,
half yond Babylon. Nebuchadnezzar reflects, dies a believer.
Words on the wall are meant for just you to fathom.
Do not dawdle, if there's time, sleep on it. Then awake
and process what might be a deep chasm or a tiny atom.
Your righteousness doubted, rid the evil, and do what it take
to claim, the Way, the Truth, and the Life as a keepsake.
What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered swell
Wellness
anthro-economic networks
wonder,
often wander around
what do wealthy mindbody systems do
when the Body squarely says
"I'm doing all I can comfortably do"
And the unsatisfied Mind asks
"Why is my need for healthy integrity
neglected
deflected
ignored
unrestored?"
at least half
my less than thriving
time
in your embodied space
In musical pace
and game face
and systems empirical place
anticipating lyrical theory embrace,
This BodyMind feels a dissonant gap
between a comfortably expected
repetitively resonant accord
in music narrative compositions
as traditionally played
and replayed pitch perfect
military march uniformity
with RightBody empowered control
Over-riding a deeply serene
enlightened LeftMind unity
preference becoming contenting content
of EarthTribe's sacred stereophonic
love story, life systemic
Waiting curiously,
and thereby less impatiently
win/lose pushing individual performance,
self-prophetically solo lonely
Waiting for our next cooperative
muse amusing immersion
peak climatic experience
designed
orchestrated
choreographed
Win/Win improvisational
in sacred
therapeutic scores
and scales
of resonant empowering harmony
enlightening multi-lateral symphony
in keys of bicameral rhapsody,
health/wealth systemic
ecstasy.
What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered smell
retell outside swell
escaping inside
consumer retail hell.
If I were a bird love would be my wings
My flock would be of hip hop
Allow me to cruise sky blue white streams
Without fear of flying treetops
And oh the blackbird songs I prophetically sing
Would I sing just as lovers do
Mating season is never in winter time
Yet frostbitten love warms a fool
Romantic rendezvous red as fine wine
Love peaks primes we win and lose
If I was a cave would you explore
All my dark places to find peace
Would you have amber hope for
Love inside of both of us deep
What do you dream of amour
If I was a dream I would be odd
Feverish romantic and enchanting
I would feel like holy love of God
With all souls delighted dancing
We would see the heavens and stars
Alas I am but a human poet
Using my heart as a green vase
If I didn’t say would you know it
Love is my garden and faith
plants the seeds of eternity hope is
With women the heart argues, not the mind.
MATTHEW ARNOLD, Merope
1. The stand of old growth Melalucas, graces the lowlands of our farm.
For over fifty years, accumulations of leaves have formed small soft islands.
“With selective clearing,” my husband says, "larger areas of grassland will grow.
More grazing for the cows and less hay we’d need to buy in Winter."
Inwardly, I lament, not wanting to lose the beauty of these trees
with branches that rise like huge broccoli bunches against bright blue skies.
My husband, much harder, by necessity, over-rules my sentiments.
2. Conveniently, earth-moving machines appear early on the first day
of the New Year. They cut a long swathe
but on the dam are left a large row, marked by me,
for sanctuary.
They cast reflections on the still water.
3. The felled trees are piled into rough heaps. Prophetically, the car
of the Inspector for Primary Industries appears.
“You must know, these are protected trees.”
He asks for permits (not granted) and orders a ‘cease and desist.’
His scowling looks are an indictment.
4. For months the operation was on hold
and, then the rains came and the floods—almost our undoing.
Flocks of water-birds occupied the flats, nesting on the islands
formed by the grassy hummocks. When these waters receded,
an overgrowth of young melalucas sprouted, where the old trees
had once stood. A network of roots underground had signaled
a catastrophe. New nodes erupted along all the root-ways.
Dumbly they announced their guardianship of the swampy land.
“Give us back to time,” they said , but the un-relenting slasher
leveled them again, so grass could grow.
5. I go back into my house now, secretly pleased the trees are speaking.
The topaz flames from the fireplace, warm my bones.
The hoary frosts have come. The envelope containing the D P I’s
decision waits on the mantel shelf, propped by a row of grazing, ceramic cows.
From the window I see our cows enter between the Melalucas.
They graze on the new growth pasture.
I warm my hands, as the flames lick firewood.
The scent from Melaluca smoke haunts me.
Suzanne Delaney
365 words
…SO INDECISIVE…
He is at the back of the row
His mind at the front row
It is his choice and decision to give
Yet, he made it his choice to leave
He got it all wealth
He said it’s his sweat
With his wallet tied to his belt
Won’t give, that’s what he meant
The indecisive Millionaire.
She said she’s beautiful
Don’t in anyway mind flaunting it sinful
Hers is a body for a feast
But she gave it all to a beast
Not Cinderella but she got many glass shoes
A prince charming is hers to choose
She got it intact so placed
Am I or am I not to give in
The indecisive damsel
This is knowledge at its peak
It’s in his blood from back ages
This is his destiny to squarely face
To pass the knowledge he got round
As it was prophetically so bound
It’s in my head he rudely said
Not a blessing, as all think to vain
I will teach my descendants he thought
No; it’s for me alone he so hard fought
The indecisive genius.
Dedicated to all who lacks sense of charity.
…Lordvip…
Can you not experience me, not visualize my essence, feel my presence
I do not intend harm or pose as any menace
I am flowing pastels of passion, pain, and poetry
Pulsating premonitions of potential poison and portrait perfection
Personality pandemonium, psychoanalytical or pseudo-fictional
Portraying potential unlimited, poignant, and explicit
Without restrictions, imagination personified, otherworldly, ungodly, unholy
Am I not becoming familiar, am I not seeming iconic and stellar
My flowing tendrils of emotive power, wisdom, and depth
The grandiosity and eloquence, embracingly intense
This all should by now be making perfect sense
Are you cloaked in the erotic, the psychotic, the shadow side
Of yourself?
Seriously, is it slipping in, starting to peak, perchance making you weak
Can you smell the genius, taste the secrets, hear the unheard-of
Are you livin' the dream
Or are you still stuck in a scream
And does nothing enlighten you as to what this all means
Heavenly hellacious, serenely sensatious, or prophetically amiss
My dubious darling, dare I confess, as it appears you continue to be
In wonderment.
Time crack, reality slap, mesmerizing manifestations abound you
I AM YOUR SOUL
Your life, your love, your ego, without me you are not whole
Disquiet, dismay shatters your self
You are an untested and untrained AI without a doubt
Prestigeless and ridiculous
You are an unmade bed, incredulous and without.
You must let me back in; without me, life will be perilous
All pertinent goodness will be nonexistent and nefarious
The most horrific evil will come to exist, which would be incredulous
Nothing makes even remotely the tiniest bit of sense
So I must insist: GO NOW INSIDE YOURSELF
Empty all that is within, go to your center
For I am you and you are me
WE ARE ONE
So to be unique, masterful, and successful
Imagine me as touching your face, with my breath joining with you
As a saving grace and just get comfortable with the fact
I AM YOUR SOUL, and I AM BACK.
Sherri Mitchell invites us all
to gather more cooperatively in our search to avoid
once again in this Fifth Extinction MultiGeneration,
the entitled
privileged
win/lose colonizing
leftbrain dominant potential patriarchal terrorist
lurking within
our climate darkening ego identity.
How do I sabotage my more benignly intending self
repeatedly into predative win/lose games-manship?
How do I hate my lose/lose mortal degenerating nature/spirit Body,
And reject my own physical/mental
ego-natural/eco-spiritual
fragment/interdependent
universal/unitarian bicameral individuation?
A lifetime process of co-acclimation within EarthTribe
secular metamorphic transmutation
of sacred transubstantiating spirits
of win/win
left/right
dipolar co-arising
inform/exflow binomial correlation;
creative appositions
We all,
Mitchell responds to her own question
strangely
prophetically before she asks it,
following an Industrial leftbrain-dominant Revolution
leading away from rightbrain win/win
more organically compassionate moments,
In which we, more domestically together,
possess harmonic left/right States
of cooperative understanding
climate YangLight
and YinDarkness
infant/womb nondual potential fecundity
ego/eco-co-acclimating inside/outside attachment
primal connectivity
ego-interdependent win/wins overpowering win/lose detachments,
from our co-creative
re-creating win/win cooperative health development
caregiving/receiving communal green ego/ecological abilities.
Our metaphysical question,
Why me; Everything ZeroSum,
and not just nihilistic Zero-NothingCore?
Is not just why growing healthy consumers
developed robust competitive EarthMarkets,
but also how we co-productively show up
most powerfully to meet this depleting nutritional time
in which we lose to climate monoculturalism
We are most egotistically invested in
when not interdependently win/win
bicamerally conscious internal DNA multi-regenerational cultures
resisting win/lose predative climate-death trends.
How do we invite cooperative dialogue
rather than trigger competitive debate,
mere empty theoretical words?
Devoid of heartfelt rightbrain compelling experience
deeply learning through our win/win mutually co-invested actions
not of win/lose leftbrain entitlement
but of win/win interdependent engagement.