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What do I mean
when I struggle to define my vocation
as a Climate Activist?
How am I anxious
and how might I more positively
anticipate?
An Activist,
hoping for resilient interrelationship
and resonant communication equity,
feedback and forth loops,
is, first, a listening contemplative,
Reflector,
Meditator,
EgoTherapeutic Investor.
We listen
not only with and for egalitarian balance,
non-violent communications,
compassionate cooperative therapies,
democratic relationships of warm appreciation,
but also with and for multicultural win/win interdependence
predicting robust interactive health systems
of and for dynamic climate outcomes.
But, what could we mean
by longing for a more sacredly interwoven Climate?
Green organic outside,
red-blooded holistic nutrition inside.
Climate may be habitat
and energy system,
healthy when not only democratically egalitarian
but also inclusively,
organically interdependent,
like networks of self/other-regenerating systems.
Climates,
ecological and neurological,
outside and inside,
seek healthy harmonies,
musical muses,
liturgical dancers
cast by revolving Earth
and revolutionary peace-trusting EarthTribes,
spinning in-between Sun and Moon,
external and internal win/win balancing orbits
of light and dark,
health and pathology,
love and hate,
communication and dissociation,
relationship and segregation,
rightbrain intersectionality and leftbrain either/or reductive apartheid,
yinflow both/and yang-strength.
In this uneven
unresolved
LastDay
eternally timeless moment
of 19 year old anxiety, for non-elite youthful listeners,
of anticipation, for seasoned polypath poets
and priests,
polyphonic preachers
and multi-theistic teachers
and Climate Activist polycultural prophets
Unfolds tomorrow's Alpha 2020 Day
of democratic energy optimization,
equally and interdependently heard system inside,
before resiliently and resonantly felt
before spoken
with universal
transparently substantial
gratitude outside
secular/sacred inside
ReMembering.
God's first magic was light
And I from its dust rise
I sodden with liquid night
In water first saw my eyes
Not so it should have been
He was my mirror to behold
My image on his silent screen
While his image through me scrolled
Not so it should have been
For he my substance first
And I the vapor screen
And for me his light did thirst
For if I the image, then
I am in the mirror still
So what a glass may show again
Is something that test our will.
Hence soon I am to be
Dissolved, the mirror breaks
And fades my memory
In weathered empty lakes
And yet I wish to come again
And in my mirror live
The past in the present, friend
And get what I did give.
For if the substance remains
How shall the shadow flee
For image under substance reigns
Wherever light breaks free.
***
I am mirror, let me now speak
Too many speak for me
And many more in me seek
Their other view of destiny
I have no prophecy in my heart
No future essence of self
You are what you are from start
I carry even not your elf
Around you flow a field of mind
And thoughts you believe reserved
Things of which inwardly blind
Flow unguarded and unpreserved
I am just sensor in the field
A reflector of the flow
Opening what scales concealed
No depth to me, you know
Stand before me, look again
See the time and space I tell
It's your depth I show so plain
A fluid dream of a solid hell
***
Silent now! You cannot pursue
What you do not know, nor see
When only what you know is true
You are only dream, only me.
Fear and fear,
I'm surrounded by it,
Dark and deep,
Can't see a thing,
Its lurking around my soul,
Trying to get a grip.
An evil I can see,
From his shadow looking at me,
Yellow his eyes sparkle,
With lust and disgust.
I turn away from him,
I run away,
A laugh or shriek,
Towards him I sway.
I try to run,
But it is futile,
It is his fun,
To see me cry,
Now he is beguile.
The devil in him,
Follows me around,
Hiding doesn't work,
He'll find me somehow,
In the evil's web I'm bound.
"Savior, Savior" I shout,
But not a single soul can hear me,
In his laugh, I can hear the proud,
The evil in him doesn't understands my plea.
In the mirror when I see,
A helpless being is crying,
But when he stands there,
And looks into the reflector,
No reflection shines.
What kind of being doesn't reflect?
What kind of being doesn't shine?
I loath him, and I loath who is he,
In my heart grows fright.
He is no human,
He is no spirit,
He is something apart,
Cold and blue I sweat,
I wish to run afar,
Because I dread my fate.
His touch his cold,
The cold I see in his eyes,
He is an immortal in disguise.
He doesn't care,
He won't hear,
The cry of an innocent.
He'll have me bare,
He'll make me sheer,
He'll have me covered in scent.
No fingers but claws,
An animal grows out of him,
But those amber eyes of lust and disgust,
Still is a part of him.
The creature attacks me,
It tore me apart,
Blood and blood all around,
It targeted for my heart.
My grief, my sorrow, my fear,
With the red, all flows away,
No more hide, no more cry,
For his sins I pay.
Form:
LABOR OF LOVE THOUGHTS ON AWARENESS OF
THE NEEDS OF SELF AND THOSE OF OTHERS
Hey there, where you are now, I feel more than you can know;
In my life’s time, I too, have been there many times before:-
Now, in awareness, I’ve learned that you just have to be the real you;
Not endeavoring to be that other person that no way could ever be true:-
If you can, please give me a few seconds of your precious time,
And I promise the following will be more than mere entertaining rhymes:-
Listen, stop wallowing in defecating negative thoughts of who you are;
Strive on to be that beautiful, worthy being that God has created:-
Consider it this way: The food that you consider worthless
And thoughtlessly throw away, can, in more positive ways,
Become a nourishing blessing for those garbaging for nourishment;
Thus, give God the praise, glory, and thanksgiving, for your worthiness:-
Flush down the negative thoughts and wipe away dirty self negations;
Lay, sit, nor kneel in darkness, but in the light of God's divine wisdom :-
Hey—one more second—no longer be as a once lost wandering sheep;
You are young, and gifted to be a successful reborn Lamb of God’s grace:-
Go now—live in this loving grace—and be in labors of love to self and to others;
Go now, and be a worthy patron of God’s peace, and a reflector of His love:-
You can’t love others without loving self in thanksgiving to the Creator:-
Now go and look into the mirror and see love’s divine beauty looking back at you;
What is the torture of the torcher
Destined to carry light inside, blinded by the darkness outside
Can the two exist in a world of infinite color … Where neither is as clear as the light that shines and the darkness it consumes.
Can one exist without the other
Or is it in fairness that both ignite reflection through a prism of a kaleidoscope of loose bits of colored fractions between flat worlds mirroring changes of position of reflected and endless variety of thought and inspiration of hope and dispare.
None is full in its expression
None holds the fulness of truth
And both appearing as a simply burning of mid night darkness that only uncovers a particle to weak to be a reflector of what lies beyond the streams of consciousness
What is their purpose
To what degree of infinity is there cast?
I see the darkness in the light and the light knows that its existence in the darkness is paramount to its persistence
For it can not shine without the darkness
I see the darkness and its fear of the light and it knows that it will never dim its force of illumination
I see they must exist side by side
And that their commitment to each other is eternal
So What of the torture of the torcher but to except the burden of its witness and to live centered between the two, catching particles of color, reflector of reflector, free to be burned or extinguished ….
in the rapture of eternity in their persistence of the subtle sparks where color is born.
Once upon a lightning strike
Children frightened from the storm
Found an ancient jar intact but empty
On the forest floor before a cave
A rare, rose colored slice of history
Hidden by thick leaves about the entrance
With translucent see-through features
A perfect pure light receptacle reflector
Holes punched in the thin tin lid on top
Driven there by nail and hammer
Somewhere in the distant history
Some time before they showed up
Lucky to find the cave before the storm
Children get lost while out exploring
A master plan came up inside their minds
To fill the jar with lightning bugs
To give them purpose while being caught
Breathing is important
Insects like the simple things in life
Creature comforts and survival
They like air and glowing in the dark
Once captured they find a home inside a jar
We wish that they were smarter but they are not
Lid screwed tight for their protection
With holes for breathing pleasure
What could make them happier
Being employed by little children
In dark caves is what it is all about
Kids know exactly what they really want
And what is best for insects in a cave is trust
An old jar made as a lamp with bugs
Not exactly lightning in a bottle
But thanks to glowing insects and the kids
A close facsimile
Compliments of nature inside out
Kids inside a cave, bugs inside a jar
Once upon a lightning strike outside
Who could ask for anything more
Pride is a motivator, a stimulator of scarlet soul
an accelerator to the next glorious goal
generator of newcoming awakening
cultivator out cunning the unkind
cutting away all the doubts and flouts, leaving the babel and rabble behind,
a slayer of beasts and witches,
pulverizer of all that threatens my wishes,
Pride is an educator, a teacher whom need not flatter
or conspire to push passion higher,
a preacher promisin that you can be better than you thought you were,
transformer from the mediocre to a raw reformer
makin my heart the perfect love performer
romanticizer of the love battles that my Lady and I thunder
reinforcer of our durable dreams, encourager for our beautiful hunger,
Pride has weather, moving me to smile at the wind and bear the barbs of error,
an innovator of my instincts, reflector of bleeding color
It compells me to be a competitor, a finisher, and a star runner,
my blessings won't bow to humble hoaxes
my talent cannot tolerate the tamming of tragedies
my courage will not cower with the false virtue of humble hypnotism
ain't no way a honkeytonk humbler gonna wear away my sway,
my faith will not stumble upon the stones of humble wastelands,
I wasn't born to walk with humble eyes,
I'm alive to thrive with a sacred strive,
in pride I hear the voice of my Creator say, be great or die!
J.A.B.
Everytime I look at the mirror
There are flaws on my skin which are clear
All the dark spots on my skin
Where people think it is a sin
I think I had a beautiful smile
But I left it a long while may be a mile
When someone stares at my eyes which are round
They can only see the dark circles
around
Tried to wear lots of make up
But it just gets messed up
I Ain't the girl with perfect shape
Yet the girl with good heart
When someone calls me ugly
I leave the place happily
When I reach home my eyes start to cry
And looking at the same reflector
Jus like other people I only saw my blear
I hear the street whispering my name
Calling me ugly ,fat at least that is the place where I got the fame
I started my self to blame
But never thought the person who said mind was a lame
Begin to wear lots of natural and chemical products
Where these stuffs made myself a person of abduct
At one point I got tired of all the sayings
I started to see myself as glowing
Though I am not a model
At least I can be the role model
I have lots of flaws and scares
So I started to love them as they are
Eventually when I looked myself in mirror this time I gave a big smile
And said "Beauty lies in heart and definitely not in face" ---dhanu??
Sea Czar Caesar sees her seated on a cedar two-seater beside the East Sea Seder. He grieves since he sees his sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, next her.
Guinevere is pleased her eager leader, Caesar’s seen her. In degrees, she breezes, “Sir, see our sea surf? These sea treasures are pleasures to sea czars and we serfs.”
Caesar desires, if it please her, to seize her and squeeze her.
But Esther Dexter who’s next her interjects the elder perspective protector with an inflective reflector.
“Easy, wheezy geezer Caesar. It may please her if you squeeze her at your leisure, but if you seize her in a fever, she’s sure to seizure; so leave her at ease, sir!”
Peeved Caesar, seethes, sneezes, wheezes, breathes and proceeds. He’s pissed his less best pest of a sister, Esther Dexter, with her red festered blister, persists amidst this tryst.
He flees to cleave Guinevere’s knees. “See here, dear Guinevere. I’m neither teaser nor misfeasor geezer and will not proceed to cede to my tongue twisted sister, Esther Dexter. Please heed to receive my believable plead so I may leave relieved.”
Guinevere is pleased with her Caesar and suggests to Esther Dexter to leave her and Caesar forever.
I don't know what exactly this contest is and what a list poem is. I just enter the contest for the fun of it.
Childhood
a) Wished to hear stories from grand parents
b) Cried over cuts and bruises
c) Enjoyed blowing bubbles
d) Wished to be with my parents
e) Looked into mirror with curiosity, it being a reflector
f) Clung onto someone’s hand
g) Hated being roused from sleep
h) Was my parents’ heart throb
Youth
a) Enjoyed making up stories of romance
b) Cried over my pimples
c) Floated on bubbles
d) Wished my parents to leave me alone
e) Looked into mirror with pride, it being my greatest friend
f) Dreamt of someone holding my hand
g) Dreams and fancies interrupted sleep
h) Wanted to be someone's heart throb
Old age
a) Enjoy telling stories to grand children
b) Worry about my wrinkles
c) View life as a fleeting bubble
d) Afraid of being left alone
e) Look into the mirror with dread, it being my greatest enemy
f) Feel the need to hold someone’s hand
g) Struggle to fall asleep
h) Fear that my heart may anytime stop throbbing
Feb.16.2023
Multiple Choice Poem Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Suzanne Delaney