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Video poker at the bar
a soothing respite
from Sophomore essays
far from the maddening voices we're
struggling to find
Game's on and--
I miss my dyslexic friend
What do heavy equipment operators
and English teachers
have in common?
football--mostly
how arrogant to assume
after 28 years of Jr. High technology
and remedial reading
I could step into high school English
How much D would appreciate
the ambiguity of Hamlet
or the religious satire
of "The Lottery?"
The stool next to me speaks
"So, where you headed"
"I live here."
"Really? What do you do?"
"I teach."
"No..."
"Yea.. High School English."
"No ! I thought you was one of us dirty old truck drivers!"
"Well... (what am I supposed to say)
...thanks!" (it's nice to fit somewhere)
A hectic stare across the cliff,
grabs my prying mindfulness.
but yet I hanker after urban fare,
such ruptured loyalty alas,
has a solid grip as I inhale,
the rampant toxic seaweed odor,
for which release a bland choice,
as bulging dark gray torrents,
remind us of some threat,
a fancy name as birthmark,
blemish, or craven riddle,
consequential strain I fear,
might alter this delay,
how city haven slant,
bustle, blast, benign graft,
has fallout clearly vetted,
sink block, suction pump,
remedial quick brush off,
two rocky worlds aside,
where common ground,
that less distinct blight,
consuming blind thought,
downpour on the crevice,
outskirt mere sideshow,
flight a gut reaction say,
let valor plot or plod,
whatever barren sabotage,
malaise, daft wanton dash,
each muddled exit’s close loop,
one must master by right,
ominous veil now pending,
scatter brained inkling wrought,
lure, allure, attachment beckons,
departure problematic when pressed,
bursts of rain, bursts of sound,
seeking shelter but clueless,
would things be otherwise,
in large built up areas,
I ponder this dilemma,
while dreaming of fair vales,
or mystic laneways of yore
"The ways in which we apply these [empathic] abilities
to controlling the excesses of growth and expansion
[by nurturing multicultural synergetic balance]
over the next century
will be the greatest test
of our evolutionary [democratic Win/Win]
sophistication." D Holmgren, Permaculture, p. 73
Sophistication is not
jingoism
nor tokenism
nor nationalism
nor sexism.
Democratic evolutionary sophistication
requires developing holistic integrity,
invites and nurtures polypathic
health of interdependent pleasure
and wealth of intersectoral compassion.
Until our League of Women Voters
becomes a Legion of EcoFeminist Speakers and Listeners,
leaders and co-operative
co-invested followers.
Until our democratic national party
becomes an everyday
InterNational InterDependent PolyCultural Health Party.
Until our republican nationalistic party
becomes a cooperatively-managed
EcoTherapeutic Wealth Development Project.
Until each educational and religious system
becomes a polyamorous paradise
for mentoring Restorative Peace,
a remedial safe space
for battered and neglected
abused and exploited
miseducated and disempowered
Republican girls and women.
Until each Town Meeting
becomes a bipartisan win/win part
of EarthMother's CoPassionate Discernment Network.
Until each political campaign
becomes a NonViolent Communication progression
reinforcing our EcoPolitical CoOperative Health Trust
of and for Earth's Peace Wealth.
Until Type A caste supremacist planning
to extend competing Win v Lose Yang
reweaves equivalently
with processing Type B
nurturing Win/Win
caste-abolishing Yin.
Until Left deductive dominance
panentheistically religions again
with Right inductive
mind-passion/body-pleasure.
Until masculine strength with endurance
also means feminist flow with nurturance
through mutual Left/Right bicameral
cooperativity.
Until day
becomes not so much nightmare.
Until "unsophisticated women"
becomes an oxymoron,
a population of zero,
empty vacuous imaaginary population
now singing more resonant harmonies
dancing more resilient memories.
2025.04.08
Recently, I was fortunate enough to receive
Special treatments, at the RMIT building 51,
Where not only I have had so much fun.
But also having the bodily remedial therapy done.
I chatted and laughed with these young students.
What they did was part of their courses' curriculum.
They came up with a win-win situation,
Which they would provide massages at minimum cost,
To those who were willing to offer.
To be a live model, so the students could practice,
What they learned from their theories,
What they studied in their classes,
Into a real life performance.
I also being fortunate to have had
These two young and blubby personalities, Mary-Anne K and Indah D.
Giving me the massages,
To relieve all my aches, and loosen up my joints and muscles.
As many other students, they have heart of gold,
Helping people who have acute or chronic muscle pain.
They both installed beautiful long eyelashes,
Surround their eyes on the upper lids.
I found these amazing curve eyelashes,
Not only enhance their beauty,
But also to fan me if needed.
NOTE: This Poem is dedicated
To all those mother and fathers
Who have lost
Their dear little ones
In he recent US killing.
Ravindra
A Poem for US Citizens & Politicians
No words can console
The grief stricken hearts of those parents
And of your people
Who have lost
The pieces of their hearts in the killing.
No remedial measures
Can restore those lovely words
Which used to pour honey
In the ears of their loving mother and father.
When they were live
The smiles of these ill fated children
Used to fill the hearts of their parents
With strength, kindness and love
And faith in God.
Now since these angels
Are no longer alive
O’ Almighty God
Kindly strengthen their shaken hearts
O' God
As they have lost
The most valuable part
Of their life, love and happiness
Their dear loving children.
Others can only express their feelings
For the tragedy in which these small children
Have lost their lives
By the merciless insane killers
Who are the outcomes
Of the gun culture only.
Every sensitive heart in world
Would pray with wet eyes
For those sweet little boys and girls,
Who have lost their lives for no sins of their own.
Let the wise politicians and law makers
Poets, writers, Painters and Musicians
Social activists and thinkers
Of America
Taking a lesson from this incident
Should change those laws
Which give birth to such heinous crime makers
And mad law breakers.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd December 2012/b>
Unlike this papa akin
to being racked, raided,
and raked with hot coals
during his adolescence devoid of
a social network and academic goals
if possible to magnify
psyche, one would see
mostly a torn shred of holes
thy youngest (of deux) daughters
did not agitate
as much as myself, asper being
emotionally isolated, a miserable fate
she participated with
supportive services how grate
full (this once psychologically dead papa),
progeny did not experience
chronic severe hate
Shana (Punim) blessed by fate
while a Lower Merion
High School student did great
fully experience positive
munificent interpersonal bounty,
she didst illustrate
with smiles all around her countenance,
which sophomore socialization better late
than never, which friendlessness
(that didst plague this papa),
thee progeny didst obviate
thus, this poem
(to no one in particular),
expresses how I appreciate
the plethora of supportive
services, to ameliorate
bugaboo sans inferiority complex,
(ran rampant within self)
where mine imaginary
pals did commiserate
nonetheless, aye envy thine
begotten Harris heiress,
whose self esteem positively bolstered
ensure ring a confidential boost,
and now doth demonstrate
how remedial, and extracurricular activities
during and after class respectively,
combatted cognitive delay,
warding off bullies,
who did grate, humiliate
and interrogate, this middle aged
(he's a good) fellow,
Johnny come late
lee to the "NON FAKE" game of life
changing strengthened soul asylum
primary, secondary, and tertiary grades
where whip sawed, pejoratively emasculated
hoary golem, unstintingly bruiting, brow beating
and bamboozling gremlins
wrought zealous destruction!
Prisons,
like slavery,
and economic and political prostitution,
are rooted in unfortunate histories
of criminal choices.
Criminal behaviors
are rooted in revenge
and fear
and anger
and insanely aggressive feelings
of entitlement,
bad faiths in superior wants and isolating needs.
Retaliation
is rooted in blame.
Blame
is rooted in guilt.
Guilt
is rooted in shame.
Shame
is rooted in insufficiency,
poverty,
feelings of marginal value,
remedial weaknesses.
Lack of value
for healthy life,
for all lives,
is rooted in circles of perpetual retribution
for lack of cooperative integrity.
Lack of spiraling integrity
is rooted in tolerance for habitual failures
to love sufficiently,
publicly and privately,
socially and personally,
naturally and spiritually.
Failures of love
are rooted in abundance of memorized terror.
Terror
is rooted in histories of trauma.
Trauma
is rooted in lack of restorative therapy.
Lack of effective, necessary, sufficient, optimizing therapies
is rooted in prisons
viewed as fitting resolutions for others' crimes
rather than criminalizing problems,
personal and public sufferings,
loss,
failures of sufficient social integrity.
Loitering
isn't idyllic imaginations
facilitating fastidious, fertile fellowship flings
evolving evidentiary elusive elucidations
safely securing surreal sterile sways.
Mysteries mismanaging mundane miracles
yield yes, you, your youthful yesterdays
slip, stir, select sagacious serendipitious sphericals
titillating time's turbulent today-tomorrow titrations
eagerly evoking efficacious emancipated equai euphonies
resurrected, reinvigorated remedial rhetoric rectifications
illuminating impartial improvised immunities,
ease earnestly, empathetic eloquent ejections
sanctifying succinct, suspended sanitifications.
A word take on Presidential ins and outs, the why and how of Life's Mysteries
in the mind of unnamed parties.
For LIFEs Mysteries Contest sponsored by John Hamilton
Enthymeme:
A syllogism or other argument,
logical and ecological and theological,
in which a relational premise
or the rationally robust conclusion
is [0] unexpressed.
All truth is healthy
All beauty is truth
Therefore, All Beauty is [truly] Healthy
All trust grows democracy
All active distrust fuels elitist supremacy
Therefore, All isolating distrust smothers democracy
Where truth and trust remain confluently enthymematic
effluent
fertile
regenerative
resonant,
and resiliently so.
Effluent intuitive memory,
enthymematic,
in which one remedial subject
follows in-between the co-acclimating minor center
of the Other side's ZeroZone Earth purpose
for passionately nurturing comfort or punishment,
for regenerating organic balance or strategic imbalance,
for healing and moving ego's muted heart and voice
eco-therapeutically forward
Beauty speaking ecstasy
Green as leaves and grass
absorbing hues of blue and red
as ecofeminist Black lives
ultra-nonvioletly refuse to splatter
mere punishing avoidance
of healthy cultural climate matters,
Enthymematic rainbow allies
restore cooperative democratic responsibilities,
Enthymematic in-between tipping points
actively seeking feeling/thinking reparation opportunities
to move all EarthTribe's 3/5ths human theocracy
to 4/4 RealTime Democracy
in balancing keys of C
for CommonSense
YinSquared = Yang BigBang enlightenment,
bicameral secular liberation
into green peace sacred conservation
of almost Here with Now
enthymematic prememories
without closed
anti-systemic
dead reduced conclusions,
universally empty
entropic
absent
insignificant
chaotic without complexity...
Primal MuseSoul syllogisms,
MajorLeft and MinorRight
not not co-relationally balancing
Healthy WuWei EnthyMemes.
Removal of the orient gleam of
an ephemeral existence.
The Constrict persistent,
a secure suffocation.
To suffer in gasping provocation.
Null proclimation, writhe.
Grade A exasperation,
desperate for lung expansion.
Consumed by a jaw unhinged
and sealed in
scale-tight enzyme digestion.
Allowed self-doubt to
let myself
down,
this road
I
led myself
down.
Inhale freshwater,
I
held myself
down.
Becoming a defenseless lure,
helpless and approachable.
Grace never held her hand out.
Regrettable rational, internal dialogue
soured by stupidity.
Remedial action, to focus on discrepancies.
Mocked by the laughing flatulence expulsion.
Giggles to self as motor function falters.
Off to nowhere, cease feeling weather.
A headless chicken or lamb to slaughter?
We brought ourselves out here.
Neanderthal deliverance service.
Severed head, served on a bedrock platter,
apple-gagged,
toothless banter.