Long Resolve Poems
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Resignation
R ejecting meaningful dialogue renders accedance Refuse Resignation
E xpunges active participation results in Resist Repel
S ubmissive surrender and timid compliance Recognize Reconsider
I nternalizes external power introjects Reject Repudiate
G rants power impairs self-actualization Revolve Reorganize
N eglects free will and freedom Resolve Reform
A cceptance on the other hand Activate Acceptance
T ranscribes approval into acknowledgement Advocate Advance
I nstitutes choosing arguments carefully Address Adjust
O ccupies engagement reflection self-control Appreciate Assemble
N ever give up therefore and negotiate acceptance Appropriate And Awaken
Acceptance
Hi James, I've been thinking about you,
looking back on who you were and who you are.
I don't know if this will help, it's just my point of view,
but I can tell you how your life's been so far.
You were shy and alone through most of your youth,
as I'm sure you remember, likely better than me.
The sadness you'll have, I'll tell you the truth,
will not last forever as you will soon see.
Happiness and friends will come and will go.
It's naturally a part of our life,
but remember the darkness also helps us to grow,
so don't back away, confront your strife.
As you get older open your mind
and keep an open heart
for with unlikely people you find
new relations you will start.
Some will surely test your resolve
Some you will miss when they go away
but, all you will need, to help you evolve,
a debt you can never repay.
One will unknowingly teach you to love,
another will expand your mind.
The pain and sorrow you will rise above
and the peace you seek you'll find.
Each joy you'll savor and sadness you'll hate
but all you will need to become me.
Be it choice or luck or karma or fate
I'm not such a bad person to be.
Though I know you'll probably ignore what I say
on one last thing I insist
when your older brothers ask you to play
please, do your best to resist.
(The youngest and smallest of four boys.)
11/04/15
STAND AS ONE
wih due accord
to the attest
still whispers
in a sigh
negate consent
become so bittersweet
within
each heart
a realm of belief
at the door
rises to abate
a noble goal
finds its place
made whole
to resolve
with calm
consent
the storm within
each voice shall reap
&
never understand
THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two way interplay and often a unique interpretation by the enigma so derived
There has to be a reason
For your cool, existant, real caution-
Realer than your eyes
Your smile
Your kindness
That are now dull recollections in my mind
Eyes that had fluttered, shimmered
With grandier light,
Such lively might
Only now you make an appearance
Like a ghost
Nonchalant in my life
There, but elsewhere
Mind distracted
Heart unresponsive
Resolve watered
"You're supposed to free them...
You're supposed to move on...
Let them walk into the light...
Let them go..."
Trust me, I know
I know....
And then- in some mock afterlife-
I see you, oh friend
Another deep tomb added
To the screaming cementary of my
Longing
You are something ever distant
On my grounds
Descending further-
There,
Then resolutely, inpenetrably
Gone again
I thought I could lean on you,
As friends do,
But you too die away,
Alive elsewhere in other spaces,
Barricaded in your own spheres
Of dreams, ordeals and passions
I cannot see you now-
Though at least I try to make you out
I can understand the stranger's caution-
That is what he is-
Neither friend nor foe,
Resilient in his quest unknown to me
I understand I am scarcely anything to him,
And I declare this with the disheveled peace
Of every death found here
But you, oh friend,
Tell me, how can I truly believe
That you love me so,
When your light glows so dimly?
When with me your words
Your efforts,
Your plans,
Your cares...
Are all so minimal?
Like a beautiful clumped mineral,
Once seeable, solid substance
Dissolved...
"You're supposed to free them...
You're supposed to move on...
Let them walk into the light...
Let them go..."
God, I know
I know...
And I will
I do not place my words before your praise,
nor wait for your clapping hands to grant them worth.
A deeper pulse compels the lines I raise~
a meaning rising darkling into birth.
I write to breathe, to name what trembles near,
to steady what has wavered in the cage,
to free the truths that lingered bound by fear
and give them voice upon an open page.
Denied acclaim is neither wound nor guide;
your daggered slights effect not my moving hand.
Expression is the compass at my side~
the soul’s own weather shaped so it may stand.
So pen your veiled, daggered slights if you must.
My work seeks life beyond my desk, unbowed and just.
Celebrating the Adventure of Advent
Universal elegy grieves and yet embraces shifts of paradigm
New beginnings consciousness initiates comprehends and thus proceeds from
Illusion’s delusion collusions misconceptions in the irritating
Vortex whirlpool immanent void of false containment
Enlightenment modern postmodern retro visionary futuristic aspirations
Resound in dialectical rebirth rejuvenation germinate constructive
Sense meaning reflect serenity’s tentative confidence that the
Agony of climate change greed warfare ignorance destructive apathy
Liberates fusion confusion necessitates Aquarian communication of
Antagonism’s polar opposites contradictions complements
Cycles spheres of influence of grave repression gravitate
Revolve resolve with pushing pulling moons in metaphorical
Orbital mental psychological initiation shape incidences
Synchronicities collateral communal reason feeling responsibility
Transformation of the global madness inhumanity conjoins
Idealism and the darker side’s fallacies of fabrication
Conspiracy of muted spirit silence violation fade away transform to novel script
Communication courses discourses concur in co-operation
Obvious obscurity in the blip of human race’s evolution delimits
Limitations iron cages hopes for new time place of reason beyond
Laissez-faire and hippie psychedelic stream of consciousness afar from
Anarchy self-righteous slavery rebellion mindlessness
Big oppressive bangs big brother’s obliterating over-information with
Onslaught of technology fail and falter when simplicity and esoteric
Rationale comprise enhance encompass the necessary world view shifts
Ascent and ever changing climax revitalizes humanness thus gifts
Truth deriving comprehension from ‘objective’ communal subjectivity with
Intuition insight inclination outside from the rigid boxed conformity
Order may be found again in the chaos of our time of misrepresented bedlam
New Age Aquarius delivers acts upon fresh constellation contemplates the Universe
Kai Michael Neumann
07th June 2016
There on my wall, my painting of his home-
a piece of history from long ago.
I contemplate the image and at once,
as in a foggy dream, he steps outside
into my space, his hand outstretched to mine.
We dance the minuet; he bows to me
with a brocade coat and white cravat of lace-
tall, impressive man with a powdered wig,
a soft, bright twinkle in his dark blue eyes.
I wonder if he knows I live within
this town, where his headquarters were back then;
how celebrated was his presence here,
and how I now admire and study him,
who spent his time here in my town as our
First President of the United States.
George Washington twirls me around again...
kisses my hand, as I, with a curtsy, smile.
And then, at once, he glides back to his home.
I often think, if he came back again,
how he'd resolve the chaos of our times,
his spirit, having witnessed from above
all the disastrous choices leaders made,
and start from fresh with love-of-country heart...
begin again with 'gifts of hindsight' start.
Eleanor feels her strength ebb
like a river dried by heat
she sinks to the hospital floor
chemotherapy stalks her,
sometimes weakens her resolve
breaks her like a fireball
staff support her, lift her to a chair
offer the stale ugliness of words: "Get tough girl!"
Regaining ground, she jokes to name her rebel cells:
"Curly, Larry and Moe"
malformed bits that divide, spread,
growth grotesque
Cancer's aerial roots like ivy adhering to the human stems
of hope
Her diagnosis snared her well ordered life,
hoisted sails of hospital gowns to blunt her vision
Blood samples, lab tests, IV's, rays that X her soul
a restless swirl
to solve the puzzle
to sculpt her body whole
what she wishes
as Eleanor holds promise tight
grim jawed
in an ordeal that steals her essence
a train that chugs and shudders
her search beyond the rails
Poem composed: June 21, 2021
Hang Over Reflections
Last night a Korean friend from Virginia came for a two week visit He brought with him a 30-year Bottle of Ballentine whiskey. Of course, we must drink it and then we must drink some soju
well this morning I woke up with a hangover
And thought about the contributions to world culture that Koreans have made. The perfect Korean hangover cure
And of course, this morning I am in the middle of taking the cure
The cure consists of
Lots of coffee
Liquid Korean hangover medicine from the local convenience store or drug store
Hangjanggu soup
A walk
Spending some time In the sauna soaking and sweating it out
Then Later following Mark Twain sage advice that the only known cure for hangover is to keep drinking. That is the Korean Hangover cure And it works
I had my first hangover at 16 when I was an exchange student for two weeks at a Navaho boarding school. Went out and got rip roaring drunk with the Indians They gave me an Indian name “Ski dish Digest “which means “Crazy friend” And I have now had Almost 45 years’ worth of experience dealing with hangovers a hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers
Today I wrote down the following hangover poem which I will share, and I would love to hear your Hangover stories please post them below and I will share them
Hangover reflections
Hangover Gods Punishment For drinker
A hangover is god’s punishment for drinkers
Nothing more than that God’s way of punishing the drinker
God’s punishment is severe for the sin of overdrinking
Of course, the only known cure for a hangover is to keep drinking
Very much need of a cure today
Every day one has too much to drink
resolve to quit drinking fill one’s head
What is this?
Abstract, uncertain and elusive
Myriad colors drowned
In inevitability, fallibility and vulnerability
Soaked in joy's' unavailability
To many parched and thirsty souls
Playful creatures come and go
They laugh and weep
Over the rule of resolve unseen
Who is the master,
Where is he or she, and why?
Many tried to search but failed
Ages have passed
But the mystery continues
Beyond thought and imagination
The world bows before the unknown
And pays the spineless obeisance
Like the time and space do
Destiny rules disguised
Many tried to lift the veil
To see its face, but to no avail
Eternity is impervious
The mystery continues
Knowledge and wisdom fail
Oasis in the desert
Like faint smile in the ocean of sorrow
The moments often bring solace
But the life is much beyond
Cruel time returns unabated
Rejuvenating the grief
If at all the nature's fiat was different
Life could be joy and joy alone
One understands, but that is not all
Reason does not prevail
Craving continues
And the inability takes over.