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You made up your mind to view the world
With different eyes —eyes recessed, eyes inundated with lustre,
Straining to catch every flight of the dancing seasons that hurled
Man and beast beyond frontiers with baluster.
You are the town-crier of our time, delivering messages printed on banners
That hail the energy of the heated earth.
What a voice you possess! So smooth and euphonious, it rings loud and clear
With the gumption of a king’s augurer, leaving behind manners
That haunt us pleasantly with bliss and mirth,
Suggesting frantically the suavity of a seer
Journalism has come to judgement, fragmented by words and the eloquence
Of time and grace. Are you not equal to the task?
The world admits you certainly are! And with supreme relevance
Your disciples are many, Dear one, flaunting the mask
Of imitation — they litter the world like tiny red beads flung and scattered
Beyond boundaries stretching from sea to coast
You are a lover of words, speaking with valour even on the arcades
Of fright, charming viewers with the powers of gathered
Attention when rainy nights and dewy mornings boast
Loudly of integrated existence of cascades
An anointed raconteur you are, reeling off tale after tale
By moonlight of cosseted playgrounds
I assume you frequented gatherings, prelapsarian, on a scale
So great that the sage spoke on select backgrounds
How do you do it?
Do you burn candles with scented tallow, and without
Need of a flint —thus reluming primitively dark alleyways?
You are the light that shines on tenebrous path and grit,
Revealing fey monsters responsible for the drought
That burned the pennants of truth posted on archways.
I never before knew an institution of mass communication
Until the bright age of running news crowned your labours
By way of a universally attended coronation
The world attributes to you the favours
Of heavens and caverns of Eudemons.
Arise, Dear One, arise and claim your special flair,
Make noise with the reeds of the Nile and dance gracefully
As you dine on stewed cinnamons
Rest assured you’re deeply blessed, Dear one with a dare;
I assure you mightily, speaking faithfully.
There are many broken roads set forth upon our path
Shattered from dreams unfollowed, or maybe a former lover’s wrath
We’re birthed from sleepless nights and pain that takes its toll
From a darkness that hides in the recessed corners of every soul
Life surrounds us with beauty, it comes and then it goes
A gift of youth borrowed, then with time our age finally shows
Many hearts will sink, left bloodied and forever bruised
Love is a gift that heals, but at times can leave us confused
Some will find shelter and hide what others seek
They will fortify their walls, leery of turning the other cheek
We must reach out in the night and help them disembark
In order to reach the light, we must first endure the dark
Let’s all stick together, help each other and be outspoken
I know we’re only human, but collectively, we’ll remain unbroken
11/14/2021
“U” Contest, New Poems Only Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Constance La France
They come to her hungry - hopeful
To be fed facile fantasy, a script he held
Stowed in boyhood through decades
Recessed where sweating shame dwelled
Invisible while he achieved accolades
Gridiron big man outperform boastful
Invited him - initial meeting innocent, ice cream
Daddy intrigued by her earnest licking nimble
Turquoise tip of nose - How is it him she chose!
Cheerful, charming, character a pure miracle
Bulging cheeks, bubblegum rubber musky rose
Blonde polished cup pours cordial ruse supreme
She is melting, delicate, lacking, needs guidance
Developed via his worldly wisdom, operation infuse
Gifts to uplift her, mould her to become recognised
As his arm or appendage, entrenched, morning muse
Showoff chattel mantelpiece trophy, triumph prized
Afloat in alter ego, dazzled by desire, her vibrance
By her childish chat chuffed - heart tackled
Tables tipped like scales, nubile ponytail smile
Untied ribbons rewind wrongs, forgiveness fulfils
Putty, petty criminals are tethered, put on trial
Paying a penance for their filth, provision spills
Pirated pockets prescribe her opiate tranquil
Sheathed in subtle saccharine mystique, as he prefers
Entranced by her emptiness, he creates facets suitable
Cherry topped toffee coffee scoop serves saturation
Crushable ribs, jutting hip bones, bird fragile beautiful
Flutters fast on fathering parts, orgasmic exaggeration
Favourite flavour - thousand sprinkles what’s his is hers
Fourth of September
Flavour of Seduction
There on the forest floor,
Twixt Elm and Sycamore,
Lay he.
His eye stay close—
Yet still the swirls of colours rose.
Many a fading hue and bleeding tint,
He drown down within,
Looking up from within a dream;
He was all part of a stream.
Of vivid colours:
That were all and everything.
Every color of the rainbow:
Blues, reds, greens, and yellows
And every shade in between.
It was like nothing he had ever seen,
But for the life of him,
He could not remember where he had been,
But could still hear a distant hymn
That seem’d originate somewhere
Deep, recessed within.
Voices angelic, in chorus sung,
The verses play upon the tip of his tongue,
But no words would come.
His mouth agape,
The colours of the curious 'scape
Would seem reverberate.
Instead of words attuned to ear
These seem’d only reflect upon the eye,
And the pangs of the beauty brought
Ever the more a sigh and tear.
The colours abate any rise of fear,
But soothed instead his heart—
Brought his worries a quiet
To rest within and summarily
Depart.
And so he lay—
And no beast or trouble made claim
His flesh. Nor did nature seek reclaim,
But sprawling clouds and thunders came
To break the sleep; break his slumber,
Dispel what ever magic spell he be under.
The rain struck his face
And mixed with the tears that race
Down either side,
Tho’ not of woe did he cry,
But of the grace;
The colours and angelic strains
That wrought him lie there,
Ever in rest and an eternal peace
To wont ere be unbroken.
The rain falls and strikes
Like a liberating armada,
A tyrannical king.
His response from a place deep within…
“No.
I don’t ever want to wake again.
Leave me here to lay,
I have found a heaven;
Where to forever play,
To lay,
To love in array
All that stirs above and below.
Look and see me as all that flows;
All that is
And all that man will know,
But chooses unwisely
In his youth—
For the reign of a narrow truth
That brings him aught,
But tireless pursuits
And suffering,
Before his totems,
And selfish deems—
Refusing to accept
All is not as it seems,
And so, mires in the shallows
For his fear of the deep.”
What is the main difference
and primary points of comparison
between being inductively seductive
and becoming deductively submissive?
Between being illusive
and becoming illusioned?
Between being deluded
and becoming delusional?
Between being precluded
and becoming included?
Between being illusory
and becoming luminated?
Between being enlightened
and becoming relit?
Between being permissive
and becoming remissive?
Between being empowered
and becoming more cooperatively repowered?
Between being in survival operation mode
and becoming out thrival co-operative means?
Seductively sexual,
like inductively sensory-neural,
is in the co-empathic eyes and ears,
nose and throat,
touch and feelings
of The Bolder Win/Win v Win/Lose Beholder.
Submissive,
like ecopolitically permissive,
co-operates short- through long-term
DominantYang/SubmissiveYintegrity
polypathic/polyphonic
verbally/non-verbally
win/win co-empathic communications.
Can a profoundly autonomous individual organism
be yintegrally submissive
without short- and long-term investments
in becoming eco-politically subservient?
Marginalized?
Enslaved?
Raped?
Imprisoned?
Punished?
Mere subjects of lose-economic benefits
and lose-ecological health Revenge?
EcoFeminist Dialogue,
more multiculturally astute
than AnthroPatriarchal Debate,
is also somehow more positively
permissively
democratically
trustingly
cooperatively deviant,
yintegrally recessive noticing
with active win/win curiosity
and hope
and passion
Recessed
yet reconnecting flow
between reductive and seductive
in-between active ecofeminist WorldView submissions
Top bicamerally polypathic/polyphonic
win/win dipolar co-arising
seductive dialogue,
more than bottomed out
reductive dismissive debate.
Racing boastful devil breaths played tag in a sprint
stretching through trees than swift and quick slapping
dropped down low to touch and brush the wintering earth.
A coiled zephyr snaking and winding high in the grayed sky
entwined between gusty gasps of cold air
streaming unseen for a wispy song soft and shrill than gone.
Still for a brief second it fell
quiet and silent, hushed, momentarily at rest
then rising revived in irritated displeasure of the calm.
Stormy seething flares un-quenched belch in the easterly gale
speeding wild and reckless in the sudden lurch
weaving in and out the jet air stream.
Tall grass stood angel like
in the dark recessed corners of the fields
holding an outstretched arm to wave hello and goodbye.
A northeaster blast born of racing westerlies
blend and twist in the winter unexpected warm
waltzing in the chill to spiral the seasonal expectations.
Radicals of PostMillennial Zeroism,
like Fundamental PreMillennial Taoism:
YangMind,
severed from YinBody,
falsely promises
unmitigated monopolistic political omniscience
and monotheistic economic omnipotence.
YinBody becomes spiritualized-denatured
empty womanized
invisibly purged
recessed
depressed
repressed
suppressed
voiceless
powerless,
eco-normatively absent
lacking positive nutritional flow trends,
panentheistically dormant.
Just as Holonic Spirit/Nature abhors vacuums of appositionality,
insides divorced from outsides,
there is no such physical dipolar divide
as either of these bipolar metaphysical extremes
might imagine
just as there is no such thing as Yang MindSpace
without YinBody's bilaterally evolving sensations
of not ANGRYpast and not FEARFULfuture
panentheistically omnipresent -(-0)
co-passionateMind/pleasureBody
peace-full NowTime +/- 1
midway in-between
polymathic polynomial equity.
And, their divinely humane ecopolitical stage
balances MidWay Wu Wei
issuing advent of M.L. King's (et. al.)
non-violent powers of love
Beloved Climaxing CoPassionate Community/Communication,
Health/Wealthy Indigenous Wisdom Family,
organic/sacred EarthTribal Peace,
and any other polypathic/polyvagal
eco/neuro-logical
bilateral YANGformation YINflowing system
we might care to nondualistic bicameral wealthyMIND
and polyculturally healthyBODY
co-arise together
Like a primal positive
peaceful co-relationship
between monotheistic FatherSun's enlightenment
and panentheistic EarthMother's empowerment
Renewing
reconnecting
reweaving
re-ligioning
wealthy plutocratic YangMind's
sacred omniscience
healthy democratic YinBody's
organic omnipotence
Regenerating
bicamerally nondualistic omnipresence
RePresenting a choice
deeply felt within each Sage/Muse soul
between win/lose 0-sum Business As Usual,
continuing irreligious anthropocentric retributive wars,
or re-ligious EarthTribe
restoring win/win
+1 = -(-0) polynomial peace:
For both Radicals of PostMillennial Zeroism
and Fundamentalists of PreMillennial Taoism
An unsavory memory lurks
haunting her recessed mind
breaking out in a variety of day dreams
and one nightmare when she was eight
pushed back quickly
by society and socialization and religion
and her mother
Quiescent spirit lady with a white bustle
living in the far corner of her grandmother’s dilapidated shed
the one she was not supposed to be in anyway
unhappy, lost, bereft, holding out her hands
begging for some help
but she was only eight and frightened.
She ran with her heart beating so hard
she thought it might burst.
Guilt wafted in and out of her life for years afterwards.
She knew that her soul wanted to help the spirit lady.
Fear had kept her out of this shed for the past thirty-one years.
She opened the creaky door, seeing nothing but cobwebs
until her eyes got used to the dark.
I knew you would return for me, the lady said.
This time she walked right to her,
armed with knowledge that she could
steer her to Christ’s light.
Written 9-25-2015
Contest: Haunted
Sponsor: Tania Kitchin
She slow- slips feet in poems
Tears trickle from sky- high eyes
down earth's cheeks to find the stream
I love your long water veils
abseiling splashed self down,
streaming gently life's sheer sails
Father shows me a true source-
Tugela springs from plateau
spread out with windblown scrub.
Symbiosis exists here.
Vague thoughts of Virginia
wading, stone-weighted pockets
dragged her down deep to depths...
A mind burst by selfdoubt's clouds
touch my unresistant heart.
There's only one way to go,
trained by firmament's full flow-
downpour your loyal consort
sending mind subservient-
twisting those transcendant traits
through trails of least resistance
Aah, River! You flow fullsome
as you rush, rapids gushing
roughshod through brim-filled banks.
Thunder hails soaking cloudbursts-
Storms suit well- recessed levels-
Overflow forms new outlets
shaped by pushing poweshift.
Repost from 07/03/2016, in reverse, with adjustments...sometimes just have to change life's direction... : )Reposted: 13/10/2016
They roamed around the curds and whey.
They cut off pads that were lifted on the hill.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.
Used to farm across broken walls and gray.
They're thrust because the winds were shrill.
They roamed around the curds and whey.
Not even once is there a unique urging today.
No one judges if you are birling or falling still.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.
Why do we go unevenly, to hurl lives away?
In the area surrounding the recessed sill?
They roamed around the curds and whey.
Swap, my punk, and our awful fancy-play.
I will stay sober, so we do not lose this skill.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.
Invasion ardor seeks to ruin and decay.
Care to their needs at the House on the hill.
They roamed around the curds and whey.
They barely are vain beggars, no more to say.
Written: November 05, 2022