Long Recycle Poems

Why does dawn dress robust morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
a lifetime of Easter mornings 
redeeming nocturnal sight's revolution,
another therapeutic day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter 
before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover...

Read More

Paradise
like Rome
is not built
and not rebuilt
and rebuilt
and redeveloped
and healed
and redeemed
in one 24-hour
cycle
and recycle
and revolving
round day v night,

And/or 
appreciatively regarding both day
and dualdark
rich and fertile 
souled and soiled
recycling night.

So too
my personal
and political
and economic
and ecological
and theologically reformed...

Read More

They weren’t thinking things all the way through as I weren’t able 
They took me for granite and used me in the wrong way possible 
I need some reassurance tonight to get through this plight...

Read More

Future selves recycle past dynamic imaginations,
Greek Gods as muscular Yang athlete images
evolve from older internal messianic bodhisattva Yin,
double-edged incarnations of power.

It is in this coincidentia oppositorum,
claims Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi,
that the peaks,
the Taoist Tipping Points
of wu wei...

Read More

Ranking best 
health and safety options,

Our Project Team revisits potential resources
directions
options Win/Win inclusive,
Win/Lose defensive,
Lose/Lose mutually degenerative destruction

Outcome predictions
responding to long-experienced yields
of sacred organic relationships
and not so much secular mechanized Other
and Lesser Things

not always Capitalized Thoughts
with...

Read More

I believe in God the Father
                             ...

Read More

I am given to you by Creator Himself
My Limbs long to grow straight and tall
Bathed in sunlight from above, paying homage
Fulfilling my God given task
From the dawn of creation, in the Holy Books I’m told
A...

Read More

Together we are like crisp morning snow and dry sooty oil poured onto the ground in our different ways. I putter around the home like puppy dog waiting for his next meal and she toils...

Read More

All this long week
of early spring head colds
our National Public Radio informants
and performers,
speakers and listeners,
have been about the business of raising capital investments
preferably in their corporate direction,
to support further public broadcasting
for the benefit of our...

Read More

I have lately noticed
WinLose bottom-line business competitors
lead within for-profit rabidly accelerating circles
and are not thereby well prepared
to produce effective robust outcomes
in a more WinWin democratic public service role,
elected or appointed.

I have further noted
general decline of...

Read More

What am I?*

Am I just a matter?
Am I just spirit?
Or
Am I a combination of spirit and matter?

If we examine the first case- that I am matter-then 
whatever I am, I have borrowed it from nature...

Read More

First Regenerations
merge into Earth's ecolove
our individuating way

Tips pointed toward ego/eco-faith co-acclimating communities,
bilaterally balancing Either/Or left-brain dominance
monoculturing competitive economics

And Both/And right-brain polyculturing prominence
enlightening cooperative internally bicameral politics

Giving rise to Second Generations
of bipolar RightHand
and dipolar LeftHand
ego/eco-faith in...

Read More

Where have you been?
We stopped taxing investments in worker-owned cooperatives
decades ago.
They all have missions to do one or two of two possible things,
To recycle matter to highest use
with least carbon-based effort/loss of reinvestment values,
And to...

Read More

"I am circling around love,
around the throbbing hum,
and I have been circling for thousands of days,
and I still don't know if I am a wounded saint,
or a rainy dawn,
or a creation story."
Rob Brezsny, in Pronoia

You...

Read More

Deliver my shattered soul – 
It has done more harm than good
I felt darkness take its toll
When I wore the abyss shirt with a hood…

Shadows dare to consume me
Darkness will disappear drastically
Crows get scared away...

Read More

Smelly Stuff Absorbed 

There are many words for those excrements that appear on the fabric in
incremental solid and deliquescent motions because ingestion fulfils that
autonomous need to shed ablutions but here I declare ‘Waste not Want...

Read More

The Revolution of Taoism

Within the evolving cultural womb of human nature's prehistoric original intent

Looked at, but cannot be seen--
EarthMother's creative heart-womb
is called panentheistically Invisible
omnipresent core Yintegrity. (yi)

Listened to, but cannot be heard--
SolarSystemGod's crowning language 
called...

Read More

Awakened and degenerated, I feel I am clashing somewhere 
The clouds appear and then depart, just another face amongst billions  
Millions of colors of the rainbow at one point I thought I was rare...

Read More

PAST TIME NIGHTMARE

Based on events I experienced.

A child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.

Night after night she feared...

Read More

Why does the voiceless canary stare so bleakly?
Why do the sullen grey clouds desert a sombre sky?
As the ugly black smog blots out the valiant sun’s rays
The honey less flowers kiss the dying bees’ goodbye
Never...

Read More

When I receive old magazines the first thing I seek as I flip through the pages, I find
Are the advertisements that bring to my mind the brands, fads, and trends that found favor in bygone...

Read More

Restoring peace,
and "No Loser Left Behind"
win/win EarthJustice Systems
enlighten
invite gift economies 
to empower future health wealthy co-investors
inside outside vocations of mercy
rooted in depolarizing faith

And sparse, yet resonant, evidence
that win/lose predative ego-intentions
are secondary
longer-term victims
of our own viral...

Read More

~ (~) ~ By design this poem is interchangeable within-and-with-itself either 
way being or which ever Nonet you chose to read firsts, they always recycle 
themselves. ~ (~) ~ 

~ (~) ~ This poem can...

Read More

First of all, you mildly evolved amoebas, I don’t need your sympathy/
You couldn’t fathom my depths, if you had a degree for empathy/
Did everything asked of me by the Lord to prove that I’m the...

Read More

Past-Life Nightmare
 

A child of four suffers recurring dreams,
disturbing parents and siblings with screams.
When she awoke, always sore in one knee;
next to a birthmark, it throbbed painfully.

Night after night she feared going to bed.
What caused...

Read More