Long Quarter Poems
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The builders
At the end of the avenue stood a big, white residence
with a splendid garden with trees and flowers
Generations of titled people had visited this house even
it is said; the king of Portugal
Time changes even great families die out and the house
was left to its own device and the garden a paradise for
Cats and rats
The builders, slayers of old beauty, punched; bought
the building from a distant cousin who moved to Alentejo
bought horses, his dream of being a cowboy fulfilled
The house and the once splendid garden and set to work
From the ruin of the past, an apartment building arose
a luxury one with a quarter for the maid.
That, my friend, is how everything ends, if not of great value
The loveliness of the old is a memory.
I made lots of plans and vision boards
And lots of New Year Resolutions
On how I'd swim in bullion wads
By the Christmastime celebrations
I'd promise myself a new PC
And new clothes and shoes and new outlooks
That I'd stop anime, Marvel and DC
And focus more on all my books
I said I was gonna be a programmer
(Well I made that one I got my cert)
I promised myself a life of Futurama
(But it still feels like Ernie and Bert)
My vision board really overflowed
Of all the things I'd love to do
Many crazy ideas, some borrowed
To eat and eat and travel too
I said maybe I wont be single again
But then that angle was a blast
Cos everyone around called dating a pain
And so it never came to pass
I feel the whole year went to zag
At every point I wanted to zig
Cos in every quarter, I lagged, I lag
And I'm still such an unlucky prig
Yet there're things I've got to thanks about
I became better than I was last year
A programmer, a no-code guy and all the doubt
I had was erased out my ear
I guessed this was supposed to come much later
When the year was fully done and done
Cos right now out there there's some hater
Rejoicing his ass that I've not won
I wish my vision board all played out well
That all those deals didn't go sour
Still wish I didn't have to have this hell
My Recollections at the eleventh hour
P.S. Don't think this is a rant and complaint
Just taking the year as it came
I had fun and joy and memories so quaint
It reminded me of my otaku game
There once was a math teacher
well-versed in singing
"We have many ways to learn."
Eyes
and ears,
Touch
and feelings,
Tastes
and smells
each looking for redundant
polypathic messages
from polyphonic Others.
The math teacher
was conservative
about over-generalizing
from her own deep learning experience.
She did not trust
in only her way
to find resolution,
theoretical
or musical,
to questions
paradoxically noted
predicting answers
and harmonic responses,
causes intending nonhypothetically resonant/dissonant effects,
trusted experience,
If "x" processes of seeing
and hearing,
touching
and feeling,
tasting
and smelling are followed
faithfully,
with good faith humor,
and good humored compassion,
then a consensual win/win responsive passion
predictably follows.
In reason's end,
two plus two quarter notes
will always equal
a measure of fractal four,
regardless of left brain dominant vision
or right brain prominent felt experience
touched and octavely sensed,
or untouched and ignored,
neglected,
non-emergent unconsciousness,
entropic,
apathetic,
non-empathic.
But,
ZeroZone plus ZeroZone,
like ZeroZone times ZeroZone,
always invites OneEarth Justice
for her students right brain prominent,
While Zero spatial-plus,
or temporal-times, Zero is,
at not-not best,
double-binding positive Zero freedom
for those left-brain prominent
who see more powerfully
than mentally hearing
and spirit-embodied feeling
sacred light of trust,
interdependence,
unity, not so much metric uniformity,
healthy democratic multicultural flow
naturally swaying left
and spiritually ebbing right
health/wealth bicameral values
Whether metric
or numerologically versed
or ecological
or theological
or musical
or social-psychological
or neurological
or politically empowering
or economic Win/Win enlightening
or compassionate communication theory
or restoring EarthJustice
or resilient Permaculture Design
with polyculturally robust answers,
outcomes,
resolutions,
nutritional designs
for self-care
ZeroZone resilience
Whether seen and heard,
or touched and felt,
or tasted and smelled,
or all of Earth's sacred Above.
Unconditional disregard
sounds similar to my issues
with Straight White Male
AnthroPrivileged MonoPolistic
property developers
Taking a contract out
against caring for healthy soil
and resiliently protected access
to a wealth of water,
yet something less than flood waters
and super hurricanes.
How is unconditional disregard
not not also a local choice
for retaining a systemic health
is also wealth
gestalt?
Co-arising equivalently dipolar
LeftBrain healthy egos
and RightBrain wealthy ecosystems
recreating unconditional positive
not disregard for EarthCare?
How far
and wide
and deeply intimate do you care
to see
and speak
of where you dare to cum?
and go?
In our shared unconditional
regenerative regard narrative
from nascent egocentrism
to well-matured ecosystemic consciousness
Where unconditional health
is an ecologically positive
polycultural regard
and wealth is a biological not negative
Earth-patriotic capital co-investment
in future EarthTribe regenerations
Unconditionally co-regarding
bicameral
bipartisan
ego/ecopolitically cooperative
win/win co-investments
in unconditional sacred/secular regard.
How deep do unconditional regard
root systems need to emerge
into health
and safety thrival
exploring more than win/lose
this quarter
this year
raw and naked survival?
To see
and speak
what any ignorant narcissist
can remember
of indigenous neurosensory experience
We all enjoy a sacredly ecstatic peak experience
potential to break through mundane side
by predative sideness.
We share so much more potential
than autonomously taking a perfect
non-conditioned disregard
for slow grown eschatological dumps
to seed Earth's polyculturally panentheistic
nonviolent communing
Healthy and safe
unconditionally regarding
secular soil
and sacred win/win peak experience toil
to not spoil
what MotherEarth
needs to rear Her
unconditional warm self and Other
regarding future regenerations
ReMembering
Safety and self-optimizing
health care
are also unconditionally
well regarded
organic
sacred wealth share.
Porthos Starshipbroken?
There was a dog on Enterprise
Whose smell T’Pol like to exorcise–
A beagle named Porthos,
On Capt. Archer’s bed, he would repose.
Where did Archer pick up this hound?
Did he get him from a futuristic pound
Where training was already acquired
So he would be starshipbroken as required?
It was left unexplained
And the audience never ascertained
How Archer did dispose
Of the poop from Porthos?
Would Archer find little gifts
After especially long duty shifts
From a pooch cooped in his quarter
Prompting a cleanup by transporter?
Would Porthos do like bad dogs
Leaving soft logs
On every deck
Entailing a crew shoe check?
Was the recycler used on his poo
To make it into a shoe?
Would you want to place your foot therein
Wondering what you’re stepping in?
When Archer gave cheesy snacks
Giving Porthos intestinal attacks
Who was blessed
With cleaning the mess?
Did Porthos have a litter box
Or did Archer give him hall walks?
All these questions here posed,
In Star Trek: Enterprise were not disclosed.
But lastly, there is one more complication
That I have considered with much consternation.
What really bothers me
Is where that poor dog did his wee?
Contest – Everyone Poops – Roy Jerden
07/29/15
Deliberate donkey was visiting one day, when he went out to play.
I was pretty stern when I told him not to wander too far away.
My daughter and I were going to take a little nap at a quarter ‘til two.
I told him if he came back to the house too soon he would have to nap too.
Deliberate donkey was entranced with my yellow and pink flowers.
He gobbled them all up. Of course it took him a couple of hours.
I woke to find one dandelion left in my yard, all the rest eaten.
My husband brought deliberate donkey an egg sandwich, well beaten.
He thanked him profusely, for he thought this meant no more awful mowing.
Which was pretty silly considering the next day it was snowing.
Deliberate donkey became such an asset that January day
That we invited him over whenever he wanted, to play.
We gave deliberate donkey a nickname, and he loved it so very much.
We called him Wonderful Dandelion Eater a.k.a. Let out the Clutch!
Because in addition to the dandelions, mushrooms and the flowers he ate
He stole our jalopy and took out Matilda, the goat, a keen date.
Every day at quarter to four
There is often a rush to the library door
The ‘usual suspects’ are often there
Sitting on a library chair
They speak to the teacher who they have upset
It may have been deliberate or even for a bet
They could have been fighting, swearing or smoking
When they arrive for their chat no one is joking
Disturbing others, using their phone or often being late
They will end up in the library - it’s not just down to fate
Some may learn and try to refrain
But the ‘usual suspects’ do it again and again
After a short time their chat is over, and to the bus they run
But I love to see the days when the library list shows ‘none’
Our staff they do a marvellous job to try and educate our youth
Poor behaviour can stop this task, it is the sorry truth.
We Watched the Ceremony
15th Anniversary of 9/11
By Franklin Price
9/11/2016
We watched the ceremony
The reading of each name
Each killed by acts of terror
We will never be the same
Each thought that they would be alive
To join family and friends
When that dreadful day was over
Did not expect to meet their ends
The day was bright and sunny
Planes came from clear blue sky
To crash into the towers
To make the thousands die
Most did did not die in combat
As did the firemen and law
Heroes rushing to their duty
To aid the needy that they saw
There was no rhyme or reason
Only terror to display
To disrupt our once great country
And we the people on that day
They were quite successful
Made us angry one and all
Awoke the giant from sleeping
Who with resources came to call
Was intelligence foolhardy
Misdirected by Iraq
Should not have ever gone there
But we can never take that back
Lost sight of the terrorists
Who put the towers to the ground
Need to wipe the earth of them
So none are left around
Should be no quarter given
Should destroy them one and all
Only then can there be closure
For those dying in the fall
I used to be busy, no time left for me,
My chosen profession would not set me free.
No time to spend with my family and friends,
I had to keep at it, right up to the end.
I climbed up the ladder, right near the top,
My time more consumed, the higher I got.
Sometimes I worked on, and got home real late,
If I hadn’t been there, poor profits we’d make.
I lived for my work, for so many long years,
The rest of my hobbies, they all disappeared.
‘Twas lucky my family knew only too well,
That just to survive, I must walk right through hell.
Then one time too many, they said your job’s gone,
They thought that like often, I’d opt to go on.
My record was perfect, they offered me more,
They couldn’t believe, when I walked out the door.
They offered a job with near twice as much pay,
And better incentives, to try make me stay.
They said I was needed, they treasured my skill,
They’d give me the earth, if their job I would fill.
But my heart said that I should abandon the race,
And let my life take a more leisurely pace.
To spend time with my family, and feel free at last,
Enjoying the things, time had robbed in the past.
‘A change is as good as a rest’, so they say,
Unfortunately mine did not bring any pay.
And sometimes I feared that I’d made a mistake,
To follow my dreams, and my job to forsake.
But now I have found me another good role,
Without all the pressures that helped drain my soul.
I’m dealing with people, right at the front line,
But only when working it takes up my time.
My free time’s my own, for my family to share,
A quarter the pay, but I don’t give a care.
The bills are all mounting, and ‘though that’s not fine,
I’ve now time for living, not crippling my mind.
It’s so many years since I wrote things in rhyme,
Now I find that I’m doing it all of the time.
This helps me relax and with this therapy,
I truly can now let my feeling soar free.
If I had continued along my old way,
My head would have blown, they’d have took me away.
But one things for sure, that with no time to play,
You would not have been reading this poem today!
Ivor G Davies
They have no complaints, excuses. or regrets
They give it all to achieve their quest
They go beyond the 7th inning stretch
Refusing to stall but to do their best
They never quit before the last 12 gruesome minutes
They never pause before the last 15 gruling minutes
They know that a well done life is alive and well until the finish
They realize that life is to be enjoyed like your favorite sport
They reserved no energy for tomorrow's game,
Realizing that today is the day to leave it all on the court
Finishers believe in being more than a starter,
Finishers believe in enduring the 4th quarter