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Premium Member Trusting Political Pitch

Here
perfect palatial pitch
resonant

Now
peaceful elational power
richly resilient

Brilliant and beautiful
healthy wealth
inviting democratic Trust.

Learning bilaterally co-arising passion language
contrasting left hemisphere 
egocentric elitist thinking
full of imperfectly pitched history
against right hemisphere
ecosystemic non-elite feeling
encourages each of us,
migrating toward multiculturing Trust
together

Bilaterally
binomial health/wealth better
at polycultural rejoining
ego's political LeftSoul
with economic Right EarthSoil

Reweaving sacred EgoYang Trust
with Eco Yintegrity,
ego's theological enlightenment
with ecosystemic ecologic
empowering compassionate communications

Left hemisphere wandering
again/with right hemisphere's interdependent 
EarthHome feelings
of warm
safe 
and beautiful sanctuary
muticulturally here
polyculturing now

Humanity power experiences
realistic capitalization of win/win Trust
also distrusting win/lose zero-sum competing around
expecting, at best,
minimizing losses of insufficient cash

In exchange for felt mistrust
and market analyzed potential resale value
with least short-term
up-front loss to sacred TrustedOther

Wandering
diffuse
exhaling left hemisphere self-esteem
diminishing social political economic cash value
to leave to anthrocentric kin,
and maybe a colonizing 
missionary StraightWhiteMale entrusted
encrusted church;

Maybe, too,
an EarthCare Green CoOperative
trusting in a healthier win/win future
for Earth's recreative 
young regenerators.

Left hemisphere cooperative Yang
wandering
wondering
arm in arm,
win with win,
with Right hemisphere interdependent yintegral
perfect eco-political pitched feelings
reweaving ecofeminist Trust
in green encultured journeys
back through all Left hemisphere's
privileged quantitative Space
and Right under-privileged qualitative
bicameral
secular/sacred Trust
in Tao's Great Green/Blue Transition
co-arising EarthHealth Time.


Premium Member Jack

We said goodbye

You and I

Tossed a coin

Who would cry

You won

Time went by

You went on to marry Joe

I got blown up

From head to toe

Along came baby, Jill

Your pride and joy

Such a thrill

I started the long road back

With a dummy leg, I nicknamed Jack

It was hate at first sight

Throwing him down every night

Sadly, Joe passed away

Your life crashing down

That fateful day

Jack and I changed tact

We sort of made a little pact

I wouldn’t throw him down

If he walked straight on the ground

You came to terms with your loss

Went back to work

Still the boss

Now you and little Jill

Moving on, moving still

I had finally trained Jack to run

Not very far, granted

He still moaned at will

But I told him straight

Tomorrow the hill

The sun was shining

Good day to go out

Drive into the country

Out and about

Right Jack, today’s the day

Do not upset me in any way

Just try to keep straight

Is that okay

Mummy, look at all the sheep

A cow, goats

Mummy, horses too

What’s that, Mummy

Jack decided to leave him on the downside of the hill

Rejoining him at the bottom

Leg with no thrill

I swear to god I will shoot you dead

Looking up at an Angel and a little girl in dread

Been a long time, Tony

Still running I see

Hope when you said shoot

You weren’t meaning me

No I was talking to Jack my leg

He hasn’t quite mastered running yet

Reminds me of a girl I once knew

Oops, that girl would be you

So you called your leg after me

That’s real sweet

Maybe that’s why she keeps leaving you

Wouldn’t you agree

I think you could be right

Having had lots of time to reflect in the small hours of the night

So, who’s this lovely little girl

This is my daughter, Jill

I know what you’re thinking

This fairytale came true

They got back together

Like they’re supposed to do

Alas not

Well, not till Jack mastered getting down on one knee

I mean, how hard can it be.
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Premium Member A bitter pill to swallow

If you go first I’ll stomp and shout
I’ll be absolutely furious
I’ll rage and shut out the world
That’s for sure

But one day
I know I’ll come around
And actually be thankful
Because of the two of us
You always said I was the strong one

And because I love you
I would never wish
That bitter fate upon you

If we could not depart as one
For your sake better it be you 
I’m more equipped 
Or at least that’s what we think
To unleash my wrath
In creative ways

Hoping I’ll not permanently drown 
In the deep black hole 
Of eternal despair and anxiety

When all is said and done
I'd hope to delve in the pool of inspiration
As I cling to the hope
Of rejoining you
My soulmate
My love



AP: Honorable Mention 2025

Premium Member The Gazebo

Lost in gravity’s pull, unleashing are iniquitous racing rot, 
obscure entities rush through, connecting the dots
pilfering, extracting inventory, my intestines in knots
distant incense fumes a conscious canopy, petals wafting open-air,
I sense an antediluvian forest, aflame, circling there
Gazebo’s trapezoid holds captive, naked, probed and jarred
A sceptic- doubting Thomas vanishing, broken in shards 
fragments of glass banishing, misfit mosaic alters as prey 
Trembling colors my core stripping to bone greys,
stumbling over intercranial eddies, whispering “This is not an SOS fortess”
I lift my listless body from off the whitened Kalli bench rest,
mustering up brawn to leave this camouflaged spaceship
gaining is the exotic and final trip
escaping shades of jade and eschewing a repetitive rot
at last, rejoining the existing world’s ongoing ellipsis—living dot dot dot


Let me share with you a shrilling moment, one I dreaded most. 'Twas another beautiful summer day, and a visiting day, at the beach steps away, the Lake Shrine. The layout an inexplicable charm, monks in saffron and garnet tinted robes draping each body, had welcomed me. I must have been aligned with the stratospheric, a nefarious nebula inside the meditation gazebo, I thought inviting and safe. Past mistakes had laid heavy in this dome, this world a jungle, pent up nerves generated, nerves stretched taut. The line inked about intercranial eddies who seemed to have spoken to me, was most difficult to pen. As a child hungry for the opaque curtains of mystery to be drawn, in which 'lamplights strange to these eyes', within my late-night shadowy bedroom, appeared. As an adult I seek answers, therefore removing the line. I’ve always been entertained by mind's photograph, I reflect upon.   

The Gazebo
I Am Anaya
2/22/26
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Form: Rhyme

Premium Member I, Zombie, Part Ix: the Returning

Here I go again
Dancing the Monster’s fancy
Until the curtain

Final curtain call
Chancing all my sanity
Final curtain fall

I went off my meds
Let the Monster out instead
To control my head

Daemon’s back as well
He tells me drinking is swell
As far as I’ll tell

“Five o’clock somewhere”
Daemon whispers in my ear
I unchain him there

Inside this old box
This rude cube contains my brains
Chained and bound with locks

I know not myself
This thing becoming again
I’m damned; I’m in hell

Feeds on what it needs
The killer; the strangler
Of good thoughts and deeds

The mind re-succumbs
Becomes the Doppelganger
Bereft of life, numb

Zombie I've become
Again, like the living dead
Acting, not thinking

All willpower’s lost
Price paid, but greater the cost
Wind swept; tempest tossed

Back on the dread-mill
Mind rerunning the race lost…
Can’t keep my head still

The revisiting
Monster back on the attack
Nothing kills this thing

Daemon’s there as well
Rejoining the dance macabre
Going back to hell

Sinister turning
Echoes the words, “We are back”
Can’t stop returning…
Form: Haiku


Premium Member Divine Co-Op

Yang: What is the difference between a theist and an atheist?

Yin: A bicamerally balancing ego/eco-teleologist.

Yang: Well, so what's that; a teleologist?

Yin: You, if you believe the Earth is your co-gravitational 
(0)-double-binding mind-spirit/body-nature center
epi-center 
of wealthy egonomic
and healthy ecopolitical values, 
each with equi-valent 
ego/ecological 
transgenerational health-care 
deep wealth meaning merit.

Yang: So, who wouldn't believe that?

Yin: Probably no one.

Yang: So, why, exactly, is this an issue I need to look at right now?

Yin: Because, if you are an ecological panentheist, 
then you are also a (0)-interest 
co-invested bodhisattva peace warrior 
poli-economist, 
presumably.

Yang: Wow, I really did not see that climax coming at all!

Yintegrity: Yes, well, I get that all mind/body bipartisan time.

YangBright: Hmmm.... I can see purpose Now i
n sort of a 4D WinWin Cooperative Here
Ego/EcoOccupyers 
Rejoining RNA Tribal Purpose 
unfolding dialectical 
exponential 
deep fractal meaning 
kinda' organic sacred WuWays.

YinPower: Don't rush, reframe our collateral flow issues,
in alpha(0)mega double-binding poli-economic 
nondual crown/rooted
mind-dawn/body-dark
respirating EarthNature's 
dipolar teleological appositions.

YangLight: You flow on too darkly rooted much
for optimally repurposed fire-power.

YinPower: Invest less in competing economic partial-trusts 
and politically disharmonic insufficiency 
of loving sacred beauty.

Instead, 
invest in repurposing
every co-engaging 
meaning-full 
experiential expedition
only where your economic health flows out
our cooperative climatic inflow
of politically multicultural wealth.

YangMind: Ah, yes, 
I see 
our MidWay Zen
mutual reflection again,
where my Tao wealth
caressingly embraces your cooperative health 
of coarising egomind/ecobody-engagement

Right purposeful proportion, 
eco-dominant meaningful balance,
light's radiant fractal frequencies 
of regenerative logos-dawn/mythos-dusk

Yang/yin
pregnant/absent
positive/double-binding negative,
appositional boundaries of co-balancing light
and prime co-relational powers.

YinPower: And you think I flow out too much feeling!

The Flight of Tempest Reigned

Upon a glorious night
A burning fire lit upon my unrented spine
Deafened by fleeting sight
I flee the home that never was quite mine

Crushed in garish fight
Within the corridor I dare to flee
Blinded by his might
While all the sad spirits return to me

Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted 

Upon that vaporous eve
Enclosed in bond beyond mortal grief
Lost to the foggy reef
The fog that so lingers in these glistening eyes
That vapor drew me near
Bedazzling more than the moonlit mirror
To where I see him fly
Twas a heart-reaching place I always fear

Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted 

Between the beat of my breast
A heart that beats only for him
He slumbers in the clouds
The clouds that pour my poignant prose
Beyond the darkened seas
The wind does carry the scent of his bequest
Within the folding of the storm I cease to rest

Oh Tempest, you blow in me hope
Of sorrow more true than any other light
Oh Tempest that guides my departed
To your soul so bright
Rejoining each of us—the broken-hearted 

To him my sorrows lay 
And fall into the arms of strangers' trembling spine
As light and pain fall gray
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Twas there they grayed and blended with the rain
Form: Ballad

Premium Member Hide and Seek

If true, as anthropologists report,
hide-and-seek entertains children of all languages
and cultural sport
throughout all humanity's extended family history

Might hiding-seeking 
ubiquitously regenerate among children
as among haunted-hunting adults?

Gathering food to hide from hunger,
daily plowing for payroll plunder,
postulating procreation,
BusinessAsUsual playfull as workless,
taking turns hiding from gifted godlessness,
trusting divine spirits to continue seeking 
my blend-in brand 
of common-scented humanity.

While too tribally divine 
to attract anthro-privileged notice,
my roommate cat, Simon,
also excels at both hiding and seeking,
terrorizing my unsuspecting shoe laces
as I naively strive to pass him by,
leave him behind,
as if I were in charge of times to hide
and reasons to seek.

Is not all science and life,
adult and childhood,
human natured and Other co-spirited?
Some hybrid hide-body/seek-mind
as marvelous neurosystemic stimuli
for curious re-searching 
re-connecting
re-ligioning response

Wondrous where and how
our cat-godesses of destiny 
will musingly pounce

Not sure we prefer too soon
over being last to win 
such co-redeeming grace,
rejoining conscientific players 
of cathartic evermore adventure

Seeing sight 
beyond faith-filled hunting
seeking hauntingly contagious 
hidden entrance
finding hopeful exit doors.

Tides of Life

Tides of Life


Thoughts of my heart flowed out as tears,
The future ahead holds lots of fears.
As I alone walked down that memory lane,
I felt nothing but heartache all over again.

Once the days had been so joyful and carefree,
Those days when we were two; then became three.
How much hope and expectations had we,
What our bundle of joy would grow up to be!

Alas! As we dreamt of one thing, we realized another,
For Cruel Fate would not let us be together.
Entangled in the web of the dreams we weaved,
Happy days were few and short lived.

Had it not been for that dark and fateful night,
Such would surely not have been our plight,
This realization fell over me before day,
Oh God, what are we but statues of clay!

How your absence filled my life with emptiness!
Bereaved of all joy and full of loneliness.
The merciless turns of the tides of life,
Made it hardly possible for one to survive.

It was then that I looked into the eyes of innocence
Of one who cared and shared my grievance.
“Don’t leave me too,” they seemed to plead.
Shedding my cloak of sorrow, I embraced him instead.

With his affectionate love he kept me bound.
The last straw in the stormy sea I had found.
My young child taught me how to live over again,
And smile through Life’s inflicted suffering and pain.

The calamities of the past now being long over,
These queries of my mind still remain unclear.
Will Happiness ever think of rejoining me?
Will I ever from those memories be set free?


By: Jaishree Ghariwala Doshi

Premium Member Cosmic Dance

Quick-witted, untamed, and carefree.
Earth, air, fire, and water—nothing scares me.
Every species is waltzing in an epic symphony.
A maze within a five-pointed star is a mystery.

We launch into the sky in a zigzag path.
Our limbs plead as if they had no lath.
With the aim of rejoining the cosmic dance.
To witness the vitality of our core stance.

The earth underneath us starts to swirl.
We're jamming while we whirl and twirl.
With each stride, we settle into a rhythm.
As we're pulled along by the cosmic prism.

Fire breaks down throughout our souls.
As we journey through the cosmic whole.
Life is a dance with an unending objective.
As our tasks in space start to blur, fictive

There is water everywhere around us now.
As we bear our peace with the cosmic vow.
At this time, we would wish to draw a bow.
Since our being is one with cosmic endows.

Written: June 07, 2023
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Form: Rhyme

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