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(not that ye wondered,
but simply tubby like totally tubularly clear
The Epic of Gilgamesh will not be extolled here).
Though thoroughly well mapped, parsed,
scrutinized vibrant wonders zoom
plethora, sans newly discovered life forms
cradled with fecund Gaia's womb
abound within unlikely places
such as mossy bearded faces
nestling, pronouncing,
and regaling pharaohs sarcophagus tomb
oceanographers also find organic entities
adorning, kickstarting,
and thriving within extremely
remote temperature zones,
where just enough telly tubby wiggle room
prevails for microscopic
Verizon patronizing Grand Poobah
barking orders unicellular viziers heed,
while latter bedecked
with itty bitty plume
invisible to the naked eye, yet within
subatomic world wide web
bit players air heir loom
appearing larger
then cereal grain re: life,
an arrogant, bumptious, and conceited Don
doth trump his young
unbridled, reprobate, and ornery baron as groom
material to check mate
distracted checkered populace,
where raucous, rebellious, riotous
majority lumpenproletariat fuss and fume
cuz gaudy Mar-a-Lago hiss poe tate
tow headed (faux towering
Taj Mahal doppelganger),
via slow vac didst suck socialist rowdy
bot tinny Rajah,
whose apprenticeship to exhume
(pro bone know) spy bots
miserably condemned from the get go
as president erupted rabidly trying to doom
rousing, scenting, and trawling
non-convincing "witch hunt,"
yet incontrovertible evidence carelessly
swept hurriedly under the rug
(by Russ Shins) via broom,
thus a sudden spike
visa vis master card er...
comeuppance will bring ringleader down
with strep away poison
nano trumps all abloom.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Now in summer re:
this Dom minion doth attest
intention to write
a boot equinox got out best
head, although pleasurable
to loose imagination off chest
so thank you for
letting me be a cerebral guest
and now...no dilly dallying,
cuz another writing assign
requires responding
to Matthew Scott Harris's behest!
Integral Permaculture Design,
like restorative EarthJustice therapies,
and compassionate communication skills training,
May become aptly applied
to both private
and public
ecological business planning
for optimizing health wealthing resilience.
So, you say,
my monotheistic creation teacher,
but these inside/outside healing classes
may require unspoken prerequisites
of openness to whole organic systems planning,
so that polycultural ecological business health planning
is also ecofeminist win/win nurturing busyness
through bicameral co-passionate wealth communications
of sacred spantheistic
neuro-sensory safe-systems
ego-body/eco-mind bipartisan design.
PermaPolyCultural Design
measures secular health
and predicts longterm sacred compassionate resilience
as anthro-privileged participants grow
more polyculturally symbiotic,
complexly ego/ecosystemic
A co-empathic system
of which we are all a pantheistic
communal
cooperative
co-invested
holonic portion
resisting trauma distortion
Rooted in a full nature/spirited
neuro-sensory communion core
With a nearly full octave
of spinal chakra-sensed
consciousness,
more root and gut felt
as Elder RightBrain Core
deep sacred listening
anticipating win/win
LeftBrain resonant health intentions
and RightBrain resilient positive feeling
extensions
Devoid of anxious about win/lose
LeftBrain dominant
and RightBrain recessive
negative lack of monopolistic incomes
Depressive
oppressive
repressive
monocultural unconsciousness
Perennial monotheistic
anthro-supremacist
ego-privileged monochromatic
images
Historically patriarchal
win/lose capitalist
white privileged
homophobic elitist hierarchies
enabling Western predative corporate colonization
leading to pathological climate over-heating
Poisoning
rabidly over-populating
secularized RightWing mono-untheistic
degeneration toward desecrating ecocide.
Integral PolyCultural Communion Design
prefers to go in the opposite
core-systemic/root-sacred
neuro-sensory win/win
co-empathic
bicameral peak experience ********
re-direction
Resonant sense-receptive EarthHealth
and anthro-mindbody safe wealth
optimally resilient
co-operatively co-invested
brilliant.
Religious,
and perhaps all pedagogical traditions,
are variations on a creation story theme,
both rooted in, and feeding on, multicultural evidence
of faith in polyculturally expanding
mental-crown/physical-root
therapeutic resonant wealth/resilient health-integrity
Fruit of Holy Spirit/Nature co-arising love/life outcomes,
actively loving trusted truths
with peak experienced sacred beauty,
and or diverse
more monotheistic Truth v polytheistic Beauty
fundamentally monoculturing,
monopolistic,
colonizing
abusive and neglectful
demonically dispirited
dissociative ideation,
irreligious actively distrusting trauma,
unnatural,
dis-organically disorganizing
rabidly anti-womanist
homophobic
racist
and anti-spiritual idolatries.
Metaphysics,
religious and scientific and aesthetically woven creation stories,
are bicamerally reconnecting
mindful trust and sacred body beauty
of humane EarthMother
indigenously polytheistic faith
in FatherSun+EarthMother
prime enlightening+empowering
ego/ecosystemic
inhaling/exhaling
informing/exflowing
positive wealth/health co-relationship.
Faith evolves an external landscape cultural projection
of an internal co-empathic landscape
empowering neurosystemic inclusivity
and economically ecological
re-connecting
co-arising peak inter-religioning gratitude,
and degenerative dissonance therefrom.
Gratitude
is a Basic Trust
aptic-empathic response
formed through the experiential praxis of agapic love,
tribal integrity,
RNA/DNA synergy;
the Holy holistic gestalt
of becoming ReGenerate Issue-Identity Awareness;
original intent of deeply enlightened co-gravity's bicameral listening
for healthy WinWin self-identity nutritional opportunities
with diminishing LoseLose risks through decomposition of WinLose networks,
internal and external.
Sociopathology:
My problem is that I am not the center of my universe.
Sociotherapy:
My solution is to perma-multi culturally reintegrate
within our shared universal (0)-soul center,
each moment,
each thought within time,
each relationship between times,
each resonantly resolving development
of EarthTribe's ecologically unfolding time.
May all sacred,
but not quite omnipotent,
fathers learn this day
as we impatiently correct
our stress-disordered sons
That respect is earned,
so maybe disrespect is too
positive and negative layered
for and against authority
for and sometimes restlessly against
repeating Business As Usual
white middle-class dadisms:
You snooze
you lose
May apply to your lethargic
chronically anxious
thuggish
couch-surfing
cannabis-fed son
And yet feels counter-intuitive
for babies
and us great grandads
who need our outside rest
away from commercial
too lit up
and loud
and relentlessly plastic
inhumane degradations
In such a rabidly anxious hurry
to wait for inevitable pandemics
and genocide,
floods
hurricanes
tsunamis
forest fires
drought
dry river beds
famine
insomnia
rabidity
insurance company bankruptcy
government balkanization
supremacist tribalism
Silent self-medicating snoozes
feels like a healthy alternative to:
capitalist narcissism
anthro-supreme monotheism
monoculturing nationalism
painful survivalist isolation
demented diseases
species extinctions
self v other criminalizations
weaponizations
May feel like hoarding safety
for defense-oriented males
on a bad day
in a depressing moment
Become
yackity yack disrespectful
feeling entitled to rightwing exclusively define
"real [unwoke narcissistic] men."
Yet quietly hiding
under these sacredly respected
and secular unrespected unsuspecting layers
of diverse manhood hues and warring cues
lie traumatizing patriarchal cultures.
Capital co-invested resilient climates
prefer cooperatively active integrity
over passive faith-based respect
and dramatically traumatic disrespect
and unenlightened
stress-triggered verbal unrespect
accelerating competitions,
dis-integrity
unhealthy desecrating excommunications.
Consecrating sacred solidarity feelings
learned today
converge synergetic need/want supportive
resonant polyvagal
resilient communication systems
searching for win/win reconnections
Even when sometimes disrespectfully correcting
my pre- and post-traumatic
stress disordered father
son.
I know,
in both head
and anemic heart,
other climate healers
right here and now,
compassion theaters
across Earth's internationalized space
and throughout tribal time
Breathe integrity's potential
acting
thinking
feeling out and in there and here
somewhere close
and somewhere far
across Earth's polluted oceans,
Yet my own everyday
immediate family relationships
neither speak nor hear
anything of this cooperative win/win integrity.
What am I?
What are we
listening to instead?
Internal climates of despair
about outside long-weathered detachment,
disintegration,
desecration,
degeneration
Win/Lose competitive commodification of life,
evolution of ego-expansion,
anthro-history hubris of detachment,
now rabidly fragmenting
into organic ecosystemic empires
of self-isolated would-be communicators
for and against our future experiential lose/lose outcomes,
or maybe win/lose, though highly unlikely,
in a ZeroSum,
winner takes all, capitalized Wealth economy,
or maybe win/win personal and public
economic and ecological
political and empowering prospects
of secular/sacred integrity scripts
scriptures
Regenerative transcriptions
still powering with
not not degenerative inscriptions
To Lose exterior nature, is to Lose interior spirit;
To Lose secular faith, is to Lose sacred hope;
To Lose integral health, is to Lose integrity wealth;
To Lose RightWing Win/Lose zealous zero-zone dominance,
is to Lose LeftWing ego-liberated,
not interdependently ecocentric,
climate health EarthTribe prominence.
To Win/Win
breathes in and out transubstantiation,
just this here and now
appositional cooperative,
secular/sacred compassion.
Curious,
such lack of re-attaching courage
to give voice to feeling needy
for shared compassion
with each other,
within our families, extended and nuclear,
within ourselves, eco-big and ego-small,
as with Earth's exterior healthier climate
prospects for future familial regenerators
of all species,
and parties,
and local communities,
and global universities
of ecological/theological inter-relationships.
Georgie
His was a pudgy boyish countenance,
With rounded river eyes and an Alfalfa smile.
He wheezed like a sick tern with repeated asthma attacks,
Playing hard at the various outdoor games and chases,
Of our fleeting childhood years in the inhaling sun.
He perspired profusely in 1964 as he sat with beads of sweat which
Gathered like a water pox above his lips, all in a wheezing row.
Bespectacled Georgie was the curlicued, black-haired boy
who lived two houses up from ours; the one with the green hedge.
He wore converse sneakers, a white tee and blue denim, with
Thick black-framed glasses astride his chubby white face.
His was a temper not sought by anyone, including Elsie his mother.
Georgie was her little boy, but when angered, baseball bats went flying.
Curse words were screamed loudly with one’s birth name questioned intensely.
Stones and large rocks were heaved at innocent windows and nearby statuary.
Baseballs were hurled at the heads of other little boys, with misses near and far.
Toy darts were skipped across baking sidewalks to the bare feet of his playmates,
Producing more loud voices shrieking in pain when the darts impaled their feet.
Oranges and lemons were rabidly picked for the purpose of pummeling one’s nose;
But gentle mother Elsie loved her little Georgie, and his little blue inhaler.
Years and decades sailed by like lost boats in a starless harbor.
Little Georgie grew into a pudgy man with nothing changed except, the drugs.
Marijuana odors hovered like invisible swarms of masticating locusts,
Lurking above the silent brick houses of our street, with old Georgie lighting up.
With a pipe and a baggie in his pocket, my old friend gave up on his life.
He decided not to work, but to take aimless walks down deserted avenues;
Day after empty day he took his drifting strolls into a personal oblivion.
We subsequently lost contact in the ensuing decades, and I forgot about him.
Until recently… I found out…
Georgie’s funeral took place 25 years ago at Rose Hills Cemetery.
Rest in piece old friend, old tormentor, with your little blue inhaler.
the bittersweet silent story of my life age
fifty and nine automatically rebroadcast
in indelible (yet never washed out) beige
indistinguishably linkedin, when counting
the last three of seventy somber orbitz,
signify torturous custom made cage
whose darkening shades of gray
housed a weakened Harriet Harris,
an ashen corpse lay
no doubt a grown changeling dust play
a cruel trick, and soul of me mum didst slay,
so...tis with great difficulty aye write this poem today
cathartic to brush off self denunciation,
an albatross that dust way
heavily incriminating, ostracizing this mind of mine,
recurring every year comb May fourth a line
codifying, delineating, earmarking,
and doth likened
to elementary school Boyer
as in Henry Kline
no less painful reflection plus unavoidable,
hence this middle aged man lets feelings incline
toward self expression this anniversary
revisiting re: deign
upon memorializing general up beat
defiance at death of thine late mother,
where disease rabidly did eat
ting her til she expired,
this singular married heir
set himself a writing fete
wordlessly mouths never expressed greet
unbeknownst reeders gleaning my sentiments heat
ting recollected adieu bid prior,
whence she angrily wanted to meet
that accursed nemesis
against healthiness and repeat
cherished apothegm,
that existence offers no second act
as she relinquished slipping tenuous weak bract
leave ving ever fainter grip upon cracked
pommel of mortality, an immutable fact
thence black knight denounced, pounced, hijacked
trounced unannounced, vanquished, lacked
motive to rival nixed, extinguished sputtering pact
fast fading joie de vivre unspoken,
where death rattle racked
personal def tone accentuation tracked
subsequent self castigation,
excoriation nearly whacked
me to Timbuktu rebuking extolling bless
sing experienced from
this sole son for thirteen years, aye confess
when the inimitable Harriet Harris
Singers and dancers,
artists and writers,
philosophers and poets,
academics and health professionals,
parents and teachers,
actors and contemplatives,
grandparents and children,
live and die between Heaven and Hell.
Between Heaven's interdependent sensory Enlightenment
and Hell's individual secularized Industrious-Militant Revolutions
Pathology and sin result from severing healthy spiritual tools
for development
from degenerative denatured fake-wealth weapons
for destruction.
Heaven's tools restore peace
where re-tooled weapons
without divine mercy
redistribute Hell's sure-fire punishments.
Sacred tools,
like bicameral hearted minds,
were
and are
for hunting,
gathering
harvesting
cooking
serving
cleaning
recycling
composting
regathering,
impressing
not trangressing,
health-restoring FuturePowers.
Weapons were
and are
for killing
threatening
hating
condemning
judging
repressing
depressing
suppressing wealthy MultiGenerational Matriarchal FlowCycles.
Technological tools,
post industrial,
have evolved from
WorldWideWebs of Heaven
for cooperative social health information
Too often devolved into propaganda weapons
against WorldWideWalls for self-ghettoizing Hell
promulgating competitive anti-social disinformation.
Sacred tools, verbal and non-verbal,
derive from
and help build
heart-paths toward progressive liberties in love
and conserving equitable and responsible compassions.
Secularized weapons
contrive from
and help destroy
other paranoid
rabidly bipolar
mind pathologies.
Sacred tools serve immortal life.
Secular weapons serve up violent death.
Just as word choice
is the smallest detail
of communal win/win communication,
Weapon choice is the smallest
and also least cognitively wealthy, part
of commercial and residential conscious win/win choice-making
well-tooled
politically healthy
true-wealth conserving co-investment,
Articulating
incarnating
re-creating
sacred life evolving in-between
LeftBrain's ideas of Heaven
and RightBrain's experiences of lose/lose Hell.
Asked three cannibal philosophers,
named Who
and What
and Why
is eating life so bad
without smothering it in catsup?
Who is serving What
and Why
to Whom
on Earth is NotWho?
Already eaten
by re-connecting tissue issues
Do we invest in ever more and better
win/lose capitalistic head-hunters?
Playing Either/Or ZeroSum games
of deadly loss
over fulfilling and resiliently continued life together?
Or Win/Win Christian
and Islamic
and Buddhist
nondualistic nature/spirits inviting co-attachment games
for all multicultural eco-messiahs,
suffering ego-prophets re-attaching compassion
within MotherEarth's
bodhisattva therapeutic agenda,
Earth-serving Whom
health integrity
of Who, loving
What, co-arising
Why, redeeming life
over corrupting death.
Thriving non-cannibals
have long chosen to serve,
love,
worship polyculturing healthy Earth,
felt through all Her TribalTimes,
by not merely commodifying the calorie value of lunch,
not extracting without reparation plans,
not using without repurposing.
Gaian Hypothetical-Prophetical God
is ReCreating humane/divine co-emergent Love
fully-invested in win/win strategies and designs
without capitalistic supremacy,
without paternalistic fake ReLigion
LeftBrain too dominantly win/lose strategic
Either-In/Or-Out cannibalistic aggression against Outs,
too competitive to respect win/win diplomacy,
too deductively dis-associated lack of empathy,
too reductive of nature to include RightBrain spiritual-inductive awareness
Resulting in rabidly chaotic lack
of eco-messianic
co-arising mindfulness
of Who serves secular/sacred EarthIntegrity,
What left/right bilateral co-intelligence could re-connect
becoming win/win Why in/ex-formation
We struggle between fading climate health
and weathered,
inhumane,
cannibalistic-militaristic pathology.
Cannibals are those Who have no time
or patience
or curiosity
for PhiloSophias of What
Earth co-presents
and Why sacramental EarthMothers
rebirth Originating
ReGenerative
ReLigioning
Integral InForm/ExFlow-national Intent.
Once there was dingo, rabidly mad as he could be
who thought he was a Bruce of a man by how he spoke
But no man would call him their 'mate,' for you see...
he was a mongrel dog who pretended to be a bloke
The dingo who called himself 'Keefer,' was all talk-no bite
got caught chasing a galah (chicken) for want of a feast.
But ol' Keef got clawed by the rooster night after night
He was a drongo (fool) who thought he was a beast.
"Crikey!" I heard real men screaming from inside a bar
when they laughed at Keef wearing daks (male trousers)
He tucked his tail and ran from feathering with hot tar
"Get out, ya Hoon (hooligan)! We scorn rabble-rousers!
Keef was a loud mouth when he was blotto (inebriated)
Downing snag (sausages) and guzzling frothy (beer).
Tried to mate with a sheila (girl) but he'd been castrated.
Fair dinkum (that's true). He was neutered last year.
Some say he likes wearing female clothes, they swear.
He's such a hostile dingo, telling them to 'Rack OFF!'
But there's pictures of him in knickers (ladie's underwear).
and some of him before his little stub was sawed off.
I guess sometimes he gets to feeling clucky (maternal)
cuz he uses phrases like 'mother this and mother that.'
Looks like he'll end up some place heated and infernal
Dingo Keef's punishment for hurling all those brickbats.
A rabid dingo, that fool proved to be a fizzer (fizzled out)
His rants and threats to beat guys up were just a joke,
who was well-known as a bogan (hick) and a social lout
who accepted the truth. Ol' Keefer is now socially 'woke.'
Last I heard of him, he'd taken up with a mate called, Roo.
Another misfit creature roaming around in the outback
He played for hours each night, blowing into his digeridoo
because he couldn't stand Keef's braggin' and talkin' smack.
Roo felt relieved when the dingo, kinky Keefer disappeared
The one who'd been called 'the blunder from down under.
He'd mumbled for days about Milton Creek and Roo feared
that dingbat dingo would try to tear that town asunder.