Long Ratios Poems
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The order from above
in my country
when you are hold up
in the hands of the
law makers
guilty or not guilty
in most case
don't matter
once there is
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when two hands
becomes one
with the iron lock
banding them both
like a victim
you are not expected
even just to speak
especially when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
in my country
when one is
hold down
beaten blue and black
eyes swollen with
the sight of darkness
by the laws keepers
that never want you
to retaliate or even
has a say to the very
brutality they impose
on you
is a pity you can't do
nothing
absolutely nothing especially
when it involves
the order from above
the order from above
this order has killed
us in high ratios
this order has destroyed
a lot brave one
who truthful stands
for true justice
of the poor masses
who are the innocent
victims of a brutal
regime
this order look like
the orders of the devil
cos it always rains
brutality on our life's
we always have no say
and we are nothing
especially when it involves
the order from above
Let us drift from far away to being there,
and see where it will take us, let us prepare,
bridging that opening from abstract to true,
for a cruise of dreams to the truth of presence,
grasping experience being where it counts,
making the unknown known, mirror that matter.
A broken tricycle, a leg cast, prepare,
for the schoolyard of kids' mouths to ears, matter,
scratched words and sketches of art in my presence.
Parents laughed, "That's not art?" Nope, Japanese counts?
ABC until fancy, 123, there!
How many years of this? Some fun, and not true.
Offense tricky, defense nasty, trophy counts,
ratios and fractions, Algebra methinks true,
cursive script, Calligraphy, I must prepare,
write a review of the movie we saw there,
flip eggs without a mop, takes time, no matter.
Graduation Day, in my parents' presence.
Now, baby makes three, mom, you, and me, matter.
Caribbean in the 70s presence.
I got my first house at twenty years old, there,
Now, I'm 21, and I hate beer; that's true.
Our family grows; road trips, I must prepare.
Oakland, Caribe, and Montreal, it all counts.
Bellman Tom Hanks blogs about his tenure, true,
Tom's the culprit of my wayward poem, from there,
Hustler's Mag. paid me ($). Christian poem, ugh, that counts?
Oakland Airport Hilton Inn, me (?), no matter,
'Apollo 13,' 'Da Vinci's'; post presence,
Ron Howard, a month here, got 'Splash', too; prepare.
Worked the desk, or at home; calls, comp. vids. presence,
Nineteen-seventy-six/twenty-sixteen, counts,
forty years; retired. Family matter,
moving back with the kids as I now prepare.
Spanish wife passed two thousand one; she's missed true.
Four boys, three girls, fourteen grand, five great-grand, there.
Besides my wife, my third son passed in a car accident there, in his wife's presence. The kids will prepare for my arrival, home, and possessions sold, not my acreages of land, that's matter for the kids. My family counts, it's time for us to gather, until my number comes true.
I once heard frogs singing
a bridge between Earth's solar spiraled song
and my neuro-systemic brainstem
flowing down and out across octaved rib cage
and diapraxis hips
with skeletal smooth-structured hinges
folding in to bow toward Earth,
unfolding open to breathe in ProGenitor's
bullfrogged Yangish lusty air
Croaking through my sustained memory
of Golden Rules and Ratios
and Alchemical Elixirs,
Prime Zero-Culturing Relationships
coincidentally greeting co-gravity waves,
mutually resonant and effective economic
Ecologic Therapeutic harmonies
singing their bridge,
co-spiralling super-nuclear ellipses
living our Green Climax Commons
within this Earth,
our anthro-reforming Universe.
Celebratory stories of devotion to depression
are told not only in absence of light,
hiding,
but also in excess of dark,
fearing.
And yet we share an even less spoken silence
blanching out
in too many minor key inferior choices,
quieter voiceless chaos.
Songs of suppression
and repression
sing not only in not enough major bionic scales
but also in too many minor key interior choices.
Cosmic darkness issues,
and tragic minor critical voices
hold, and occasionally tell,
an already worn-through tale
of woes
longing to belong
together.
Depression
as also suppression
about feeling repression
of healthier atmosphere,
gasping for stale dry air
too still and stagnant
for relationship to even apply,
much less Golden Rules and Ratios
Hopelessly going nowhere
unless perhaps more paranoid
about losing now
and even more sacred Great Loss
later
Repression seen
and felt
through time's abysmal shortness,
stifling failure of love.
So,
our antitheses are sublimation
and healthy compassion
felt like warm harmonic breezes
Nature
inviting us to eat
and drink
and breathe
of Earth's quieter beauties
of JustRight,
Enough,
SacredlySufficient
for Now
and Here.
Blowing
flowing graces
become sea and seasoning winds
of ocean
spring across Ego's smiling face
awesome Spring's light
swirling rains
Promising richer
and deeper
Autumn breezing
spiraling
harvests.
DePressed Ego to RePressed Eco,
leaves toward compost.
Genesis struggles and strains
sweeps and steers
stresses and sears
toward Exodus,
as traumatic birth
precedes Great Therapeutic Transition
As breathing in spring
pauses at summery fullness
just in time to slowly exhale
down toward falling harvest,
This New Sacred Economic Tree of Life
in Health and Beauty Paradise
produces permacultured
powerful Live-eviL
dipolar co-arising therapy/trauma Trees
beginning dipolar universally regenetic
to ending light/dualdark unitedly
Integral teleology of fractal nature icons,
Muse language of (0) Present Holder EcoLogic,
Time's bilaterally balanced self-perpetuating
love in-between faithful memory
and hopeful imagination,
bicameral ecoconsciousness of light singing day
and darkdancing night
co-defining refining balance
This NOW Time
struggling and straining,
sweeping and steering
toward Leviticus eco-polycultural priesthood
of spirited singing Law
and natural dancing Order
Golden Rules and Ratios,
Language and Meter,
LeftBrain deduct/induct-emergent dominance
of all EarthTribe's cooperative crown/root network
stressing under eviL dissonance,
soaring with eco-nomial Live confluence.
Flying Numbers
metric systems
predicting Deutero-elliptical information,
dialectic binomials
posing double-negative appositional co-arising tensions,
regenerative balancing norms and values
enculturing body health
and wealthy-voiced nurture
as co-invested love
of deep rich cooperative polycultures
Deep learning Natural Spirited Laws
of Design
of and for
Polycultural EarthTribe
health and wealthy happiness
cooperative development,
permacultural co-management,
panentheistic co-ownership.
Tolerance of differences
quietly lies between passive-aggressive anger,
then fear,
then active hatred,
And all the way on up to enchanting positive awe,
and then ecstatically cooperative wonder,
and then sacred multiculturing,
creolizing,
transubstantiating communion
of whole synergetic multilateral systems.
Neutral heuristic faith in Golden Rules and Ratios--
despite past warring differences,
chaotic oppositions of power
and complex appositions of potential integrity--
Lies between blind LeftBrain degenerating faith
then apathy
lapsing toward manic paranoia,
And all the way back to RightBrain with newer LeftBrain co-enchantment,
cooperatively ecstatic wonder
and then sacred Eastern nondual communion
with active Western secular non-violent ecological relationships
promoting global DNA nutrition
as communal multicultural wealth
through cooperative WinWin economic/ecological harmonies--
efficiencies short through long-term positive
with effective whole-system eco-relationality.
Gospel faith
is substance of relational things yet unseen
yet also actively hoped for,
advocated with new nutritional eyes and solidarity ears.
Good multiculturing faith is not violent bad monoculturing faithlessness,
nor blind and at-war faith
because healthy positive hopes
values
norms
ethical nurturing systems of life, not death,
are not blind
but inherited healthy v pathological sight
Back through all past DNA fertility strings
of historically regenerative
polypathic love,
grace,
cooperatively-owned EarthKarma,
EarthTribe's future green communion,
EarthJustice of past unseen ultra-nonviolent communication choices,
personal and politically not so entirely blind,
longing to restore good and tasty 2020 democratic trust.
Why don't poets write poems about stocks?
Well, they're unromantic for sure, like the innards of clocks
Ofttimes stock prices rise or fall on the strength of company reports
Which most poets can't make hide or hair of, be they long or they short
Then all those myriad ratios investors are so good at flaunting
Price to Sale, Dividend Yield, Price Earnings, they all seem so daunting
And when they published that book, "Stocks for Dummies"
Literati like you and me felt really, really crummy
So, to sum up the reasons why there are no poems on stocks
They're as aesthetically appealing as a high tech black box
The calendar says the Seventies
were fifty years past,
but my body insists otherwise.
Time froze at the Millennium—
Y2K the great taxidermist—
so I carry the decades like pelts,
still warm on my shoulders.
Look: born in ’73,
I entered the Eighties at five(ish) years old,
emerged at fifteen—
a whole decade was two-thirds of my life,
so fat and weighted it swallowed me whole.
The Nineties, thinner, only 40 percent—
already life was teaching subtraction.
Each decade thereafter diminishing,
a ration cut with sand,
until the present felt cheap by comparison:
the 2020s may last ten years,
but they are only a fifth of my life,
a sliver,
a slice of bread thinner than memory.
Do the math:
a year in the Eighties was worth
3.6 years of now—
no wonder the past hounds me
like a dog let off leash,
no wonder it still smells so close,
like HDPE plastic, one letter away
from hope, like ozone in a strip-mall arcade.
Maybe that’s why we live in compression:
why childhood sounds louder upon inspection
its decibelocity
more intense than any boardroom
meeting or election cycle,
why decades collapse into the scale of rooms.
Time isn't lines, it's fractions—
denominators swelling beneath us
memory shrinking into numerators
clutched, mere relics.
Still we argue—
Seventies, thirty or fifty years ago?
I’ll take the math of a body over dusty glyphs,
the ratios of wonder over history’s clock.
Because the past enlarges
the way mirrors do in funhouses—
each reflection insisting we are
closer to each other, closer to all of this,
than we appear.
*Image of Animals Noah by Pixabay.
Think Big, Worry Less
The day hath appeared as all creatures met,
they hath parted themselves by groups of twos,
as they slid, crawled, march, flew without a sweat,
onboard the welcomed vessel of hope cruise.
Arranged by alphabets all unafraid,
like the two ants who hath boarded the ark,
both fully aware but were undismayed,
with namely, Mr. & Mrs. Aardvark.
Nickname is their telltale like their diet,
ants knew the alligators follows them,
thereon, anacondas slide while quiet,
the ark, passengers all tight as a drum.
Yet small, they lift multiple times their weight,
ratios, alphas help, those ants ARE great!
2021 July 30
Ramhorns and Tamberines were used while he spoke of the "reverance of God".
In a theological context, fearing God is often described as a profound reverence, awe, and respect for the Creator's power and holiness, rather than terror. It serves as the foundation for wisdom, guiding individuals to live a morally upright life and to align their actions with divine principles
But one stood and challenged this worship. HHe said might these gatherings instill fear might man exploit?Or gather to explpoit the differances between people.Might some marry and others be scapegoat to there ignorance?Or the might the waays ofthose who wait watch long enough to learn so you may error?What is Reverance and who instills it's aturity?
To end the dispute One stood and spoke: saying,humbling oneself in the presence of something perceived to be greater or more exalted than oneself, such as a sacred object, a revered individual, or the natural world" then the ushers removed the guy without any inscident.
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In Reference Too
--------------------(HAVE EFFECT). to have a strong effect or influence on a situation or person
In reference to, the hashing impact of R&B and Opera vocal techniques, they clash due to completely different approaches to breath support, vibrato, and tone. R&B uses a relaxed, conversational delivery (often with a mic), whereas opera requires deep, high-pressure diaphragmatic support and heavy vibrato to project acoustically over a full orchestra
Because the process is deterministic (the same input always produces the exact same output) and highly sensitive. Musical math is the interchange or the confluence of math and music, where concepts like fractions, ratios, and geometry organize rhythm, melody, and scales