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Listen my older children
and you shall again hear
a nasty story
frightening and *****.
There once were Trumpian Cathars,
a conflicted plutocratic sect
who would revive America
from all her EarthMother cooperativist
ecofeminist
unorthodox sins.
These Cathars taught their children,
and monoculturing RightWing students,
Great Trumpian Patriarchal Spirit
must competitively reject worshiping
great transitional Matriarchal Souls.
The best followers of FullSun Truth
grow fundamentally hostile
to natural feminists
turned cooperatively evangelical.
Transcendental FatherSpirits
reject denatured sexless Earth
Paradise must remain far removed
from natural corruption
of ecofeminist plumbing.
Secular EarthMother
is evil
wicked
created by a seductive Matriarchal DemiUrge
Win/Lose malevolent
violently seductive
threats against One ViralGod.
We each must choose,
said Spirit good against soiled evil Cathers,
between Creators
Patriarchal good Trumpian God
and Matriarchal WinWin CoOperative Evil,
Satanic EarthMother's sin seduction
or RadiantLight Fathers
for LeftBrain secular reductions
MotherWitch
created Earth
wantonly seduced by nature's Evil
Wicked ZeroZen Goddess
reproducing patriarchs against matriarchs
by doing
and dancing
and singing
and left-winging the Nasty.
Such scorching tales of EarthMothers
are better saved for adolescence,
and even and oddly non-redeeming then,
not so great Creation Stories
RightWing sedation told
just and unjust and anti-just and readjust
truth and trust and untrust and anti-trust
before Trumpian nightmares
about doing and
telling and
spanking the RightWing Nasty.
When WiseElders invoked secular language
to colonize reductions in flow of inarticulate
sacred feelings
Building Either/Or iconic moments
oppositional and cooperative opportunity memories
within BothNature/AndSpirit reweaving brainstems
outsideYang/insideYin
dipolar WinWin cooperative appositional revolution,
They gave matriarchal birth
to RightHand of Great White Father
competitive cultural script
for PositivEnergy Paradise
Democracy MultiCulturing Constitutions
Originally health invested
growing happy wealth of WinWin natural ecology
AND spiritual theology HolySpirit
both matriarchal/patriarchal
AnimaMundi's
bilateral dynamic revolving DNA
fractal 4Dimensional MotherTree
ZeroZone root health/wealth
nutrition structures
evolving and revolving throughout
epic planet
plant,
and then person
health history
Of inhumane aborting ego-nature
from original co-gravitating EcoSpirit
Begat segregating EgoHealth
from EcoLogical/TheoLogical Wealth
of CoGravitational Nature/Spirit Attraction.
Sacred WinWin Attraction
Begat Secular MetaPhysical Theories
of EgoCentric Wealth Abundance
AND
MidWay Stories
of creatively advocating
for WinWin Ego/EcoHealth
MidWay long-term
Cooperatively-grown outcomes
Continuous Quality Improvement
Resilient Resonant Harmonics
Yin with Yang, and not so much against,
ZeroZone nutritional optimization
WinWin PositivEnergy polynomial
paradigmatic revolutions,
scientific/artistic
symmetric integrity.
Equal freedoms
moving away from LoseLose future destinies,
notnot-Zero
entropic anti-nomial non-networking anti-systemic
degenerations
dualdark
Left/Right
Out of Reiterating Enthymematic Timeless NonSynaptic Consciousness...
I love to find a bargain
As I search the New Year sales
I really could not live without
That pair of giant bright pink snails
I don’t know where I’ll put them
Everywhere is chock-a-block
But I know that I must have them
They’re reduced by such a lot
And over there
A rainbow chair
I have five more at home
But surely
I need just one more
To make a set
But can I get
The darn thing through my door
So I'd better get my skates on
For soon it will be gone
And then I see
The very thing
I’ve wanted all my life
I make a dash
I throw myself
With one almighty thrust
I am resolved to make it mine
Before her over there
A lady with bright ginger hair
I cannot let her have it
I push
I shove
I’m nearly there
Before her over there
A lady with bright ginger hair
For as I passed
I tripped her up
She fell upon her butt
Now she is down and out
I’ll reach it now
I have no doubt
For after all
its dog eat dog
Or words to that effect
And yet
I will return again
To be beguiled
To be enticed
With money off reductions
It's a bargain at the price
That something I can’t live without
At New Year sales
I’ll find no doubt…
10th January 2020
Contest Strand Choice 4
Sponsor Brian Strand
3rd Place
A Foreign Mouth Feeds Illness
Republican Today October 11th 2025
Dissertates oath as majority vote elected democracy to speak on behalf of itself.
As of mid-October 2025, the U.S. Senate is dominated by legislative inaction due to an ongoing government shutdown and partisan gridlock. The Republican Party holds a 53-47 majority
Hearing free speech in elected office must be across the entire earth or democracy destabilizes and civil unrest creates war within sound unlent.
No munitions need halt?
All minds require halt
Suggestion of internal document
Mid Terms are loses in gains
Capital gains taxes and reductions
Reductions in privatized expansion
If impulse markets
Markets as attempt to bypass work
Work a I'm ready awaiting labor
I was gratefully listening
to a theologian musician
repeat a rabbinic tradition
of four levels of resonant soul:
individual (egosystemic),
communal (local),
social (cultural, national identity)
global (Earth,ecosystemic).
A mature musician,
like a wise theologian,
sees these four soul identities
as circular
double-binding octaves,
mutually informing up
and down,
in
and out.
As EarthMother's original staging womb
organically recreates
using the fractal language of DNA inscription,
prediction,
predication,
to recreate yet another individual soul,
as BrahmanEarth outside soul
is to AtmanEgo inside spirit
of dynamic resonance,
preferring regeneration as positive
as more power-indwelling
than degeneration as negative.
So, it was jarring
when this musical theologian
referred to human bodies
as machines,
rather than organisms.
Machines seem to be left-brain dominant
power reductions
as compared with
Left with Right-balancing organisms.
For robotic machines,
punishing or rewarding communities,
leviathan bureaucratic
autocratic societies,
lifeless planetary spheres,
power is either on or off,
energy is positive or negative.
For living organisms,
individual through holonically Earth-wombed,
power is both regenerative
and degenerative,
positive and negative;
Not digitally governed by our either/or switch
but analogically healed, developed
and wounded, decomposing
with both/and holistic interdependent consciousness.
Human nature
sounds like a robotic analogy
and hopelessly predictable,
dully rational
as a LeftBrain dominant machine.
Humane nature/spirits
feel organically metaphoric
polyphonic
polypathically rounded
theo/eco-logical music composed
and decomposed,
marvelously trans-rational
as left with right hemispheric balance,
rhythm, communal
pitch, cultural
resonance, EarthWomb global
Soul,
ZeroZone regenerative
more powerful than degenerative,
Yet organic cycles
and recycles,
purpose
and repurposes of life
decomposing death
require both
to recreate
recompose
recologize
recognize
theologize
musical soul
as powerful
resonant
both-thought/and-felt structure.
But, when we started singing together
I knew
for sure
he, as we,
feels more and better
as metaphoric musicians
than analogical machines.
I will not substitute:
Wealthy ends
for healthy means,
Christmas climaxes
for everyday robust Advent,
Yanger
for Yintegrity,
Progress
for creative process,
Visual resilience
for audible resonance,
Objective resolution
for subjectively felt inclusion,
EgoFulfilling analogy
for EcoHealing metaphor,
Unchanging affluent paradigms
for effluent polyphonic polypaths,
Atomic wholes
for wave-linear co-relationships,
Nomial being
for bilateral becoming,
Well-rhymed and metered lyrics
for rapturous musical climax,
Performance
for full mindbody participation,
Winning personal economic growth
for losing integral ecological resilience,
Winning short-term national economic growth
for losing long-term global ecological health,
Retributive judgment and sentencing
for restorative peace,
Red madness
for Green gladness,
Survival
for thrival,
Degenerating life
for regenerative love,
Conservative judgment
for radical invitation,
Brilliant answers
for further acute questions,
Omnipotent principles
for geo-hemispheric balancing experience,
LeftBrain deductions, reductions
for RightBrain inductions, intersectional seductions,
Win/Lose capitalistic games
for win/win cooperative innings,
God the Holy Father
for Holonic Matriarchal Spirit,
Transcendent autonomous theory
for immanent interdependent appreciation,
Theology
for NonViolent Communion Ecology,
EgoNarcissistic MonoTheism
for EcoLogical MetaCultural Gratitude,
Hubris of manifest destiny
for opaque Integrity,
PolyCultural completion
for multicultural InterMission,
Wealthy, competitive economic ends
for healthy, empowering political means,
Ever externally after
for internally Happy,
Omega Points
for Alpha CoPassions
Endings
for unfinishable Beginnings...
Both paradise and hell
have their detractors.
I find some exaggerated truth
in this belief--
one person's paradise
is another's hell.
An eternity
of worshiping an unchanging
omnipotent
omniscient
omnipresent
mono-egotistical god
is not my idea of healthy re-creation.
I have never heard this
in reverse--
One person's hell
may be required
for another's paradise.
Heavenly Capital Adoration
begins to sound like sexist
and xenophobic
and anthropocentric rationalizations
for rampant capitalism
Sublimation as extension,
perhaps a corollary,
justifying capitalism and slavery,
violent settlers' colonialism,
systemic racism
and straight white male
and left brain deductive domination
over who is empowered
to define
and refine
and confine
and double-bind
winners' Paradise
v losers' Hell.
If paradise is a healthy
wealthy place to freely live,
And hell is a pathological
divested
infested
under-invested
patriarchal chested
rapaciously unbreasted
place to not be
ecofeminist sufficiently,
Then losing bad humored,
terrifyingly rumored,
anti-organically tumored
hell is a dualistically shocking way
toward winning good humored
terrifically enamored,
organically amored paradise
of integral win/wins;
Economic and political
Neurological and biological
Ecological and geological
Egological and theological
Secular and sacred
Natural and spiritual
Space and time
ZeroZoned and TaoBalanced.
That said,
I doubt
we are without
universal Paradise
as absence of Hellish attributes
Such as autocracy
and kleptocracy,
fascism and racism
are multiculturally known
and felt as hellish.
Healthy democracy
may not be
a monotheist's Paradise,
Still,
democracy's win/win potential
for cooperative ownership and management
speaks louder than capitalism's win/lose reductions
of ego's participative paradise
in omniscient multicultural theocracy.
I'm a 68 year aged
ecofeminist Taoist,
Yin Unitarian and Yang Universalist
in a bicameral
dipolar co-arising
Left/Right-UnWinged EarthCentric kind of way
Where "permacultural"
presumes death
and resumes life,
both multiculturally held together
in win/win organically optimized resilience
Depolarizing,
restorative Green EarthJustice
and eco-resonant interfaith green peace
through co-passionate communication
Which was an undergraduate fascination for me
before moving on to graduate work
in public economic health administration
and, before that,
in seminary,
theologically reflecting on multicultural themes
in neuro-sensory experiences
memories
liturgies
images
icons of AnthroCentric Divinity;
A self-righteously chosen Humane Species
with a long patriarchal
predative history
of inhumane hegemony
Inspired by erupting dominance
of left-brain deductions,
either/or fundamentalistic reductions
of right-brain intuitive inductions,
both/and feelings of ambiguity
between strength of ego-political democracy
and flow of ecological interdependence,
between ego's identity
and our win/win ecosystemic habitats
through resonant multicultural wealth
So my own healthy future
feels most likely
while swinging back and forth
in my boundary zone hammock
on my back screened porch
on this dark yet moonlit autumn evening
Appreciating an indigenous-spirited warmth
light breezed watching for stars of light
emerging through backlit clouds
from WestWind future regenerations
of Zero/One
Yin/Yang dipolar co-arising
inside/outside
Back and forth
across bilateral time-centering space
on sacred
cooperative
eco-enormous richness
in this life and death
in-between ungraduated place.
In the beginning, there was salt.
It hung in the air like unfinished scripture,
gathered in the throat of the sea,
waited for a mouth dumb enough
to mistake thirst for an invitation.
Then butter,
smeared on the void like gossip,
greased the dark’s knuckles
like an understudy,
taught the abyss to melt.
The first sound was not speech—
it was a swallow,
a hush,
a crack of cartilage between molars.
We spoke in reductions.
Grammar dripped from the bones.
On the second day, teeth—
tiny altars lined with nerve—
ground memory into ashable pulp.
Pomegranates burst like promises.
Figs cloaked their apples in lace.
By the third, we named what softened.
We named what burned.
Built ziggurats from rind to rind.
Wrote psalms in onion skin.
The fourth hung hunger in the firmament—
a constellation shaped like mouths
mid-ask.
On the fifth, we forgot the recipe
and mourned it like a god.
By the sixth, we’d tongued every fruit
that offered a rumor of sugar.
We learned:
the mouth is a beast with no leash
and excellent taste.
And on the seventh, we lay full and feral,
belly to sky,
licking
the holy oil from our fingers.
The hoopla of Christmas has come and gone
The checkbook for that spree is overdrawn
Lord, please have mercy on me
I can already foresee
To pay Uncle Sam my dog I must pawn
Outsourcing IRS I can't condone
They linked me up to Sierra Leone
I just could not comprehend
The guy on the other end
It was a nasty discourse on the phone
This year the IRS has bled me dry
May have to mortgage the house to comply
I've searched for more deductions
But find no more reductions
It hurts to laugh and I'm too old to cry
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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Placed No. 6 in Carolyn Devonshire's "Taxing Times" Contest - Feb 2011