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Some see power as personal,
feel light as intimate belonging,
interpersonal hope and faith and love.
For these,
life's experience and memory
are theologically driven from above,
explained,
hoped for,
and feared when lost,
abandoned
neglected
repeatedly abused.
Others hear power as planetary evolution,
sometimes climaxing in intense revolutions
of painful loss
and gainful passion
within nature/spirit nonduality
Transcending autonomous ego-body/mind association
and dissociation.
For these,
love's compassion and losses
are ecologically embedded,
reiterated,
actively hoped for,
And feared economic and political
and ultimate individuating risk
of fading through fragile depressed eco-unlogical despair
and suppressed political terror
about co-passioning Earth's mortality,
As if this personal Goddess
could someday die
while humanity claims Rapture
elsewhere.
Sensual Interludes mapping my lover's chest
Taking in the essence of his exuberant passion suggest
Ravishing moments will be filled with sentimental embrace
Angelic radiance will never leave my face's trace
Weighing in his love for me on a lover's scale measuring to a
level of prevail
Borrowing wisdom from my grandmother's advice to keep
love strong; un-laced
Excited at the mere suggestion of his commitment to live
harmonious in one space
Reiterated vows of heavenly interface
Reaching our golden years in love without an intermission
of division
Yields an external love with respect and sweet submission.
Similar to Noah's, and in an analogous way,
That was the catalyst for the rise of the rainbow.
After the flood, Noah has warranted the decay,
This pledge will be obvious on the display.
Each dream we extol deserves deeming.
Depict a slew of rainbows into your living.
Our chimeras will bedim if we don't believe.
Each one reiterated faith and perspective.
We will be unparted from our everlasting love.
And the congruence warrant will not once shove.
God granted us a rainbow that glittered in the sky.
So that he could corroborate his powerful allay.
In the midst of the most hallowed light.
Though doubt frequently gives way to sight.
And consider living by faith rather than trust
That's what keeps you going and it is a must.
Sobbing may continue throughout the night.
As of yet, delight will return shortly after that.
In all its splendor in the early morning light.
There'd be no affliction if the stain had not spat.
Written: March 31, 2022
What keeps me going Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer
Human knowledge loves insight,
as Yang loves Yin,
not just justice and equivalence together,
personal knowledge loves
life's love affair with wisdom.
Yang's knowledge looks outside
in and through
under and above Earth's forested flowing systems;
Yin's insight looks within
and back and forth
across time's encultured memory,
compassioned
with Earth's health rooted ecological systems.
Binomial Yang resolves Yin's balancing regenerative eco-nutrients.
as
Space resonates Time's prime-fractal rhythm.
Huh
duh
da
da....
Reiterated light rays are both Interior and Exterior balanced
both thermodynamically and electromagnetically.
Prime-power fuel decodes in fractal set-systemic order,
encoding RNA regenerative elliptical
binomial-binary information systems.
And, now, DNA as well.
Our inner eye of intuited insight
also records light-wave memory,
Right-brained fractal-neural lens
folding and enfolding, unfolding, refolding, co-folding
plasma's revolutions of insightful systemic
polycultural nurturing information.
Ego-death lies not only beyond eco-life
but within
waiting for freestyle swimming
in polyvagal octave light's
soaring flight of insight.
Left's Knowledge Empire
and Right's Insightful Paradise,
don't fight.
Make love tonight.
I know we want to,
precisely as much as Earth needs to
balance our domestic peaceful economy.
My bf works in Geneva, Switzerland. I go to school in New Haven. We Facetime a lot - but it’s not ideal.
“I wanted to tell you, that it’s been nice.” I told him somberly. “What do you mean?” He asked after a moment.
“Well,” I began, “You know how I like to go down to the harbor and watch the ocean?” “Yeah,” he answered.
“Well, I was down there this evening and the sun plunged into the sea and it got dark. I think we’re all going to die.”
“Anais, you’re on the east coast,” he reported. “That’s true,” I confirmed (New York’s on the east coast and it’s 60 miles away).
“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.” He explained. “ocean sunsets only happen on the west coast.”
“Really?’ I said, flabbergasted, “I never noticed that.”
“Yeah,” he reiterated.
“I have a confession,” I admitted, sighing.
“What’s that?” He enquired.
“I made it up, the sun and sea thing,” I admitted.
“For real?” He followed up. “Yeah,” I said. “Why?” he asked.
“Nothing happens, when you’re not here,” I disclosed, “It’s SO dull, I’m dull, I’m afraid of underwhelming you.”
“We’re going to die someday,” he assured me, consolingly.
.
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songs for this:
I Can’t Remember Love by Anna Hauss
So In Love by k.d. lang
It’s the End of the world as we know it by REM
The end of the world by Skeeter Davis
Walking through the gardens;
sky sifting raindrops,
I was stopped in my tracks by a Hawk.
Wings flapping towards me,
he leapt from foot-to-foot;
a primal mating dance.
I went left, he went left;
I went right, he went right;
left right, left again, dancing foot-to-foot;
wings blocking my every advance.
I finally darted around him and looked back;
his expression… puzzled, revealed in
half-folded wings and stilled feet;
yes...rejected!
At the office, I reiterated my experience
to co-workers. One I could tell,
was struggling to suppress an explosive laugh.
Two weeks later she says:
“Do you recall telling me about
the hawk you encountered??
My husband was walking through those gardens yesterday
and one did the same thing to him!”
Hawks, red crested ones, are not common in this area;
the campus newspaper later reported;
“The city transplants 12 red-tailed hawks
to propagate the species.”
Did they have to do this in the middle of mating season?
Have these hawks seen each other
or do they think us humans would make better mates? Strangely, I was flattered.
Can you truly love a rock,
you've never directly seen or touched,
or some other relatively inanimate object,
like a steel wall,
or ego-centrism?
If so, then how is your "love"
different from a whimsical "appreciate you"?
If not, then what is different between your "love"
and your "co-passions"?
Compassion,
passion with and toward,
but not passionate energy returned from Other
necessarily,
or, Yes! Necessarily!?
How do you know your love is also co-passion,
reiterated and returned,
however un-equivalently expressed it may be?
Is this not a matter of positive faith,
of unconditional co-invested hope?
That boundary-free time
between Other's stimulus
and your response,
before and after,
subjective anticipating felt objectives,
identity refined through co-relationship,
in an environ-mental healthy cause that is,
by effective default,
setting aside mutual immunity barriers,
to more courageously and opportunistically co-habitate,
curiously co-integrate,
co-passioning environ-mental love
Rather than fear, anger, anxiety, apathy,
all dissonance settings of negatively felt default,
oppressive to self,
suppressive of Other's natural integrity
Tipping pointed barometer
of active curiosity
toward positive values of win/win strategic opportunity
Edging out double-binding
mind/body
spirit/nature
ego/eco
Self/Other disvalues
of two passively negative non-risk takers,
hoarding against a co-passionate future
more contentedly resilient
than a contentious ally
of death-defying
Me v We
Yang v Yin
+PolyNomial v -(-PolyPathic) hopeless despair,
unpaired negativity.
It is 9:17am on Wednesday, October 14, 2020.
As I was leaving Folsom after an early morning doctor's appointment,
I crossed a very familiar intersection that I have traversed many times
before. But this time was different, and I could say it was different for
"whatever reasons", but realistically that would not be completely true.
What is clear to me is that there are issues that go unresolved or matters
unsettled and unsatisfied inside of us that surface occasionally uninvited by us.
Anyway, as I was about to say, tears began to form as a memory invaded my
mind that took me back more than 20 years ago to Folsom State Prison. It was there that my daughter's husband and father of our first grandchild was incarcerated. I reflected on the many times that I had taken my daughter and their son to visit him.
The tears were not so much about them as it was about a complaint I had with the Lord, and about which He was very familiar. It was not the first time that thoughts of this nature surfaced, but this time was very emotional as I reiterated to The Lord that I could not understand why all our three children went astray and have been reaping the consequences of their choices.
Why wasn't our daughter and older son more discriminating in their choices of a husband and wife? Why did our youngest son choose to go down the dark allies of alcohol abuse? Why? Why? Why? We did our best to rear them in the ways of God, and I honestly felt that we were being short-changed. Although I really understood such happenings of life, this expression was about an
emotion that needed to be expressed. I wasn't looking for an answer; just an ear.
These are the 46 words, accompanied with tears, that I uttered to The Lord as I drove through Folsom today: "Why, Lord? We did all that we thought proper and right. Lord, after all these years, I still do not understand, and I am not certain that I ever will. Perhaps eternity will be more revealing, but I'm not certain that it will even matter then."
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I asked about her family.
She started to say “to make a long story short.
her story went on and on and on
There was a barn, a country road, a duck pond.
It rambled and ambled,
My eyes were scrambled.
It was my third yawn.
She reiterated “to make a long story short”.
I was fighting the fight but my eyes were closing.
This was the most boringest boring speaker I had ever heard talk aloud.
I was snoring soundly the third time I heard her say,
“to make a long story short.”
The next time I will ask her to please make a short story long
or...
I will simply run screaming in the opposite direction.
Ronald Rump reasonably roasted
Remarkable – recourse retaining rickety
rambling reverence regarding “r.”
Ronald Rump
repugnant racist republican reviled -
rickettsia re:itch ruler.
Rapaciously ravaged
revered reverential rubric.
Radical ruthless renegade
rapidly riotously ripped rigged ramparts.
Refrained retaining remnant
redolent regal, resplendent rafters.
Riches rudely ruptured rooted rectified rights.
Ruckus ricocheted revenant reign.
Ratified rattlebrained rules roil reductionism.
Rambunctious rapscallions rollicked;
rendered ruinous ramifications.
Rusty razor razing revenge rented reprisal.
Rabid rectal rictus rotten
rebranded re-calibrated redoubt.
Rambunctious revolutionaries rejoiced.
Ruffians rode roughshod
routing reigning royalty.
Reiterated revetting robust recidivist rationality.
Rode Rolls Royce relentlessly
rendering rock ribbing.
Riffraff raconteur raised reactionary response.
Revisited rancorous restrictive
redlined realigned rightward rivets.
Robocop ridiculously
rubber-stamped reorganization.
Recalcitrant reactors released rapture.
Rash Russian roulette
reconnaissance raconteurs racked rubles.
Red room reflected Republican RNA.
Rap risible rheumy ratiocinated rug-rats
revoked righteous refulgent repertory.
Rapier robed robbers ransacked
reliquary resounding retaliation.
Retaliatory redcoat regnum
reformation remembered.
Rudy robotically recoiled rapprochement
raison d'être rosily revered
rifled relics raffled.
Rookie raves ripe rackful
rubenesque reliably ranked.
Refulgent rotundity requisite
requirement re: reappointment.
Road-tested, roadworthy
redeem reapportion routed role.
Reprehensible reassignment
rapidly recognizes response.
Rife rampage removed respectability – respect.
Responsible roused restitution refuted.
Risky resultant reconnoitering
runaway railroad reverberated rivalry.
Reflexive ramrod reaction reconfirmed
redoubling ridding revitalization.
Reconfiguration realpolitik reinstated repudiation
rebooting Roosevelt regime reconsidered.
Requisition required resilient reseeding republic.
Regrettable riley roars remorseless ribbing.
Rare recount restoring recondite
renown reprobate Rapunzel.
Republican representatives
rejoice reclaiming reins.