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A nature's change cycle:
Some noted trees are of these: cypress, cedar, chestnut, cottonwood;
the hawthorn, hazel, hickory, honeysuckle and holly
These are a few of the color guards of this time filled governed season
The balancing act of the earth tilt by the moon causes this very reason
A squirrel senses to store his or her many stolen chestnuts
Warriors wrinkled aged leaves are down;
red and brown leaves are the earth's fertile future
Birds are majestically flying in the sky, in a military V pattern
Arbor shades of coffee, caramel, chocolate, cinnamon
Leaves colors of rustic browns, reds and yellows
Canopies full of almond, grey, gold, tan, reds
All in a fine weather mild tepid brisk Fall morning
Trees are in north and south earth parameters
The season comes with many of preening trees
Picturesque, pretty paintings are autumn arbors
A seasonal parade of trees in their finest clothes
Listen to leaves crunching and cool winds blowing
A fine harvests of corns, pumpkins, apples, peaches
There is Oktoberfest and November Thanksgivings;
Families are in communion, reunions and sharing
Autumn arbors ambiance artwork:
Is nature's alabaster almanac album
Photography portraits of earth recycling
to a much beautiful renewing
And a final slow dance before
the chilly incoming cold man
With autumn's bracing breath, the green leaves fade,
Their vibrant hues decay to muted gold.
Trees weep, as the end of season foretold,
Shedding their brown waste into green leaves frayed.
Each leaf, once green, a memory fade made,
Now tumbles, gliding down, to earth's dirt fold,
Gathering to form autumn wreath consoled.
With red, brown, orange colors, all displayed.
Yet within this requiem, new hope lives,
That spring will come, with flush of bloom and bud,
For in new leaves, new life, rebirth abides.
Being deciduous, fresh hope it gives,
To lives shredded, weeping red drops of blood,
With recycling, re-birthing as it guides.
Blank page syndrome
feels like full page longing
to be done with some work project
that will not slowly grow worthy
of my time
and certainly no captivated reader.
I feel victimized,
tortured, actually,
by blank page syndrome
Where I want to feel some opening
and rewarding opportunity
and not dull risk
of further unnoticed failure
to richly
and wisely communicate
warm and wild communion.
My blank pages
demand content
spilled across blue horizontal lines
with a red left side vertical
boundary demarcation
Remarking where orderly thought correctly begins
to unfold top left
unfurling cause effectively
sequentially
toward right bottom
Yet Left dominance
overpowers Right feelings prominent
circling and recycling
whirling and spinning
spiraling out of win/win control
re-membering risks
of nontransparent failure
falling brawly short
of both peaceful Truth
and vulnerable Beauty.
Yet a bleakly black blank canvas
with no red
or blue bicameral communion rules
or tools
feels most frightening
intimidating of all
unbalanced
anthro-privileged
vaporous calls
My
"I can't draw,
or sketch,
or paint,
or write,
or sing,
or dance,
or speak out woke"
Can't preach
or teach inside voices
ignoring outside echoing choices
to evoke
childish dreams,
daydream schemes
to become Earth's greatest love
of blank paged warm regard
for how we flew
and walked
and swam
and grew to Here embodied
meets Now compassioned mind
Greatest
deepest
widest
trusted EarthBeauty
dipolar co-arising
all scared yet sacred Time's unfolding
Win/Win regenerative
peaks and valley sand
defining ecstatic
aesthetic lines
refining intimate circling spaces
etched throughout
neuro-systemic elegant
regenerational potential
for healthier lands
Not not synergetic journeys
deeply and widely
back and forth
out and inside
polyculturing communion
While staring at this straight lined
and otherwise white privileged
square-cut manufactured page
Holding my green health hope
and content contented circling pen
praying for worthy expiring
inspiration.
Hug
is free
recycling
does not gets old
an encouragement in adversity
shared moments, simple pleasures means so much
a sign of love
heart's delight
friendship
grow
18/11/2020
Sun :) - A-L Andresen :)
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Double Tetractys 6 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Eve Roper
# 3
2nd place in the contest
I will turn back the pages of my life,
to my days of coloring with crayons bright;
when they were flat I sharpened them with a knife,
I had all the shades from big dip ruby to white.
I loved all the purples, mauve and pink,
when they would shrink- into a box they went;
and mom would in time melt them down in a wink,
we soon found out it was important to vent.
New crayons and sometimes candles we made,
that was our way of recycling in my day;
the bright colors in my memory will never fade,
but as I grew up with crayons I could not stay.
Oh, Caribbean green, and wild blue yonder,
cranberry crush, mellow yellow and cherry red;
into a new bedazzled world I did wander,
for me all those crayons were now totally dead.
At the library we recycled the used ones,
there was a box at school to put the markers in;
we would save them up until we had tons,
then with a new bin we would begin.
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September 17, 2018
Poetry/Rhyme/Bedazzled Memories
Copyright Protected, ID 18-1062-089-01
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Cells work is play
to resiliently thrive
only in organic systems.
Individual yolked cells
each with her own ego-governor
survive healthy together
and divide tragically apart
More like symbiotic regenerations
of surfing cantilevers
than degenerations
outside predations
storming waves
of colonizing cancers.
Transgendering
transubstantiating
transitions can be both
Too hard on ego yolks
and too soft for ecobodies
become some One boundaried else
while too soon severing
into not yet Zero
Sacrificed for tomorrow's
unconditional regard
in-between
One secular EgoZone
and not yet Zero sacred
systemic EarthTribe soul
Remembering past memories
mindful of mind-cell fullness
side by side solidarity
re-imaging severed
individual unrealistic cells
Crests of history's
great transitioning wave
from individual hot burning stars
to seas of cold
dead
dry dust
Awaiting warmer wetter rust
for light and power
to co-arise
more resilient religious lust
Inside crusts
of ego loving centers
and their living eco-kin
becoming back and forth,
together and apart
again
Enlightenment
and death,
empowering internal concerns
losing out to expatriating cancers
Co-invested
ego risks of past
colonizing power
and eco loss of future
creolizing opportunities
Individuating
systems for regeneration
and recycling seasons
of winter's new annual privation
Spring therapy
and autumnal trauma,
health
and pathology
Unconditional regard
and conditioned
hardening cells
of frozen disregard
For innocent Othered cells
whose work is also play
to resiliently thrive
Only in organic systems
unconditionally regarding
this enlightened
empowering day
Swings of Yang bright light
mesmerizing Yin's eternal
sabbath sway.
they drilled holes
and made long whining tunnels beneath
the surface.
they gathered all the plastics they could from around the world.
when they installed the fans in the tunnel
i still couldn't understand what this new way of
recycling meant to a world that
need to learn new things.
they burned and melted plastic in the hole
the smoke would be forced to a tunnel by
way of fans, the smoke would be mixed with calcium and magnesium
to create a stone material.
once the plastic stones were cooled
sonme would be pulverized to make material
that could be used to create a plasticky type of cement.
the world might welcome these new processes
to create new types of stones that
can be made into large sheets
and used to create cheap new homes, that are stone and fabricated for
being used.
An adolescent of the 60s,
now nearly sixty years later,
I still at least half trust
thirty and under agree
If you and I
are not part of our cooperative solution,
then we are part of Earth's competing subclimate problem,
pattern,
economic anti-ecological policy,
political bicameral bipolar procedure...
In fact,
or so I subjectively feel
is objectively pointed fact,
I could agree
this is precisely
an important half-balancing dipolar truth,
Because
if we are part of Earth's cooperative health intent,
motivation, both spiritual and natural
raison d'etre,
holonic gestalt,
then we are also not not competing co-operators,
as LeftBrain logically calculating
as RightBrain silently, holonically, listening
for non-violent co-operating potential;
Which is why I feel as fact
when +1 is not(not) 0-squared egalitarian,
then, at last, and least imbalanced,
we are getting some co-operative bilateral ego/eco-binary where,
phallic-1 and orifice-0 icons
following patriarchal and matriarchal behavioral passion powers
Both ego-here and eco-there
no longer quite so either/or square
LeftBody v RightMind, and Wing, and Wall
competitively dividing future opportunities
for health care circle giving
and receiving ZeroZone cooperatively owned
and managed
recycling wealth of binomial opportunity,
Like a universal patriarchal capitalist Right
bowing namaste with
uni-dipolarian matriarchal sacred communion Left
grace- and peace-full,
which feels awesomely like a square diamond
rational polynomial fact to measure
in a potentially flowing kind
of fleeting non-violent wave-function
ultra-violet brilliant
reverse dualdark
non-hierarchically inclusive
WholeSystem True
HolySpirit/Nature
ElderRight/NewerLeft ZeroZone healthy Life
whole warm womb
wealthy wet-flowing
wiki-nomial WuWay.
as natural to me as life itself
flows through my veins
the attitude of gratitude
the thankfulness for every day
sweet fair or foul the weather
like clockwork the universe’s charm
in harmony well orchestrated
sways musically to beats and rhythms
its graceful dance across the galaxy
our solar system spawns life
days of sun regenerate
infusing us with energy
while recycling of the seasons
lifts our soul to heights that dazzle
yet keep us still connected
days of cloud slow down a notch
invite us to turn inward
nurturing grounded introspection
brings us deeper understated joy
in its own delightful ways
each night the moon looks over us
in a most calm unobtrusive manner
demure serenely soothes our worries
thankfully wiping clean the slate
so goes on cue the pendulum of life
Published in PoetrySoup's first anthology "PS: It's Poetry: An anthology of contemporary poetry from around the world" Paperback 2020
Published in my 24-page photo/poetry anthology ~MINDFULLY~ 2021
AP: 2nd place 2020, 3rd place 2020, Honorable Mention 2025
If you want to see how well your school is doing,
In the conservation stakes,
The race on which the future of the planet,
Could well be decided,
It would do no harm to look at their plans for making use
Of what is in your recycling bins.
Have they asked for your empty yogurt pots?
That could double as paint pots,
Have they asked for any containers for glue they make?
Or do they spend a portion of your fees on single use glue sticks.
Have you donated wood off cuts for the carpentry shop?
To save on trips to the mega stores, to spend mega bucks.
And while they are there buy screws and nails,
While unopened packets gather dust in your garage.
Is the school office full of cardboard furniture?
That is plastic coated and will breed mold when damp
Or did they find a new home for that that wooden table and chairs,
That was lovingly restored in the carpentry shop.
Did that leftover field drain behind your garage go to the tip?
Or did it save the school a few more bucks.
And what about when the clips on the plastic drainpipes broke,
Did your spare ones do the trick?
Is your school on more friendly terms with the sales reps than
Most of the parents?
And could you even count the number of catalogues that come daily,
Through the mail.
Does your school invest in companies that make disinfectants and soaps?
When even school children know that home made products or even honey
Are just as effective in most cases.
Is your school more worried about germs being on anything you donate?
Or the toxic substances on the new stuff that is made in sweat shops,
Where people will die during the process.
When you look in the playground is most of the equipment made of plastic,
Or wood that the community donated and built for free.
Does your school put out newsletters stating how much,
Recycled plastic they use?
Even before it can be re-used with less,
Pollution and savings in energy use.
Now you can tell me,
How your school is preparing for the conservation stakes?
And how much of your money are they using to bet on an outcome,
That will have a positive effect on the planet.