Long Resonance Poems
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Molasses summers break the sun,
chase frost to sheltered shade;
retreating youthful hearts
feel the cold upon them laid.
Seeing is not believing.
Believing is believing.
Seeing is drinking pictures.
poured from a pitcher of age.
Perception, a room in which we live.
Size dictated by histories scope,
furnished with experience and hope.
We trees, with warts of sap all bleeding;
a cataloged roughness of calculated measure.
Water, wet, exploding sideways; blessed and tested
in perfect tattooed resonance.
Piece of glass or perfect pebble,
silken grass or patch of stubble.
Dandelion seed blown free
to float amongst the fruit
of every tree.
Every word we speak is golden.
Everything we do is rare.
Over there.
Always over there.
SafeHome is not so much a real place
as a destiny longed for
on our lifetime journey toward dynamic well-being,
too healthily robust to fear growing homeless and friendless.
SafeHome is not an unchanging Paradise,
statically without resonantly changing,
slow-turning nutritious seasons,
ups and downs,
ins and outs.
Such conservative stability, uniformity
could never be my red-blooded idea
of brilliantly resilient Heaven.
So, when Earth's climate pressures,
internally and externally competing
to my point of ego-aggression,
notice chronic stress climbing up my back
and shoulders,
brain stem and frontal cortex
concerned about politically left and personally unself-righteous depression,
When cynicism about never ever loving enough WinWin RealTimes
RealTalk
Real cooperative integrity walks
into co-passioning solidarity,
Then my SafeHome destined child and parent voices
prefer WinWin economic ecological sanctuary
removed from WinLose habitual habitats,
dissonant stuckness
never ever feeling like healthy SafeHome resilience.
Homes resonantly sustained
First, by dynamic cooperative resonance
with all EarthTribes
occupying compassionate health vocational preoccupations
And, Second,
actively seeking sanctuaries cooperatively facilitating,
feeding,
watering,
fueling resilient multicultural nutritional development.
HealthyWealth SafeHomes
plant and harvest socially compassionate
interdependent health-resonant relationships,
polyculturally resilient,
spiritually and naturally polypathic, nonsectarian,
democratically positive energetic, dynamic systems
forming SafeWombed
flow-functions,
universal inside survivor memories
of cooperative sanctuary, originally outside warm wombs
From SafeWombs
emerge WinWin infants, then young and free children
who become WinWin parents and teachers and gratitude preachers,
eco-listeners and ego-speakers
longing for compassionately cooperative SafeHome returns,
pilgrimages toward universal solidarity,
unitarian SafeHome interdependence.
A long strong ZeroZone SafeHome
for robust reunification
within EarthTribe graced communions, healthy
green cooperatives,
permaculturally wealthy
deep learning lifetimes
for green STEAM educational placements,
safe ZeroBalancing carbon-based residencies
in WinNature-WinSpirit learning civilizations.
Illumination from the entrance
Make it vivid that Jefferson is ‘crazy’
Scripts splatter on the bare floor
Engulf with writings from the mind
Dramatizing the lines with emotions
Aghast! I stand watching the Jefferson
Displaying competency in a dramatics loom
Madness of characterization of the lines make the
Poems visible from his drama the dance steps
in resonance with the utterances as he maneuvers moves stealthily
is Jefferson crazy?
Before I could write the last line
Suddenly, he falls and breathes endlessly
He lay like a tired butterfly…
Have you seen one before?
‘I don’t have a pen’ he recounts
‘I don’t have a pen ‘ he utters breathing heavily
I don’t have a pen too I respond
I was just writing from my mind
On the table I see the line
‘I don’t have a pen’.
Claw into me, then claw a little deeper,
Have you found it yet, My grinning Grim Reaper?
Whispering your apologies and then walking away,
As if rash actions followed by soft spoken words could sway,
A gentler side of me, my inside’s inside,
That not even I could ever hide,
Thus you exit my stage, mid sentence,
Your unfinished business leaving a silent resonance,
Upon blinded eyes I am beheld,
Misery and Mystery now magnificently meld,
Forming the thorns wrapped in my chest,
In my own theatre I am made: A Guest,
Sitting and pondering as Time saunters by,
Breathing in a darken truth, Exhaling a lie,
Too bond to live, too stubborn to expire,
Ashes to embers, Embers to Fire,
As the Phoenix rises and burns through the air,
Upon this ominous cloud, I sit and glare,
Gazing into the wilderness from whence I came,
Considering the path behind & before me, will I be tame?
Animals were not meant for cages and neither am I,
I am the Phoenix, born to burn boundlessly and freely fly.
A positive,
though obscure and academic
and also too multi-syllabic
way to say "non-violent communication"
which is rather like saying "non-oxymoronic"
because we are left wondering more precisely
what these terms could less aggressively not include,
is "enthymematic communication."
Enthymematic messages
always carry positive
health-inspired,
wealth-intended
Both/And
Left with RightBrain balancing,
co-empathic co-passionate rooted
inside mood matches outside receiver's verbal/non-verbal climate
Of multicultural polypathic resonance,
sensitivity,
solidarity with eco-receiver's
personal/political WinWin trends,
multigenerational historic/herstoried Yang/Yin
Left liberally embodied
with ElderRight conservationally minded
DNA health/wealth traits.
So, you can see why "non-violent communication"
doesn't quite seem to capture it's full revolutionary
restorative justice potential
within compassionate green peace
ecological
theological
nature-spirit non-sectarian
enthymematic
polypathic
transubstantiating secular/sacred communions
for deep learning universal/unitarian
100% Zero ZenZone integrity
Of bicameral positive psychology
RealTime healthy energy democracy
for green EarthTribe non-manic sanctuary
cooperatively-owned communication potential,
voiced enthymematically
by all chirping and tweeting and surfing and swaying
and jumping and swimming
and dancing and singing
cooperative communion to-gatherers.
O glorious Autumn of melancholic
Gold -
All abouts the brightly lit
Woodlands
Your wonderful artistry behold!
Tinted bronzes,
Darting between awkward firs
Of sobering Evergreen,
Loiter inside mauve havens
Splashed with palest yellows -
And dappled with many differing
Limes
Throughout this variegated Theme;
A myriad of rustling contentment,
Sweetest contrasting charms,
Complimentary...
Softly whispering leafy hues...
Hushed...most elegantly serene.
Bursting into the swelling copses
And invading between the
Dwindling fields:
Auburn, primrose and lilac views -
Abundant with seasons
Celebrations
That so magnificently infuse!
Glowering in simmering sunset,
And spluttering in misty dawn:
Afire with all the orbs oozing
Revelry,
That upon barkened furniture,
To thus gild - and resplendently
Adorn!
Now is the time
That dry tinkling leaves
Give musical resonance
To a breath exhaled from
A breeze...
Fanning the boughs roaring flames
That each out-stretched branch
does eagerly seize,
Fired from the eternal torch
That immortal Ceridwen tirelessly
Sought;
Whilst I hang upon evocative
Memories
That this arresting moment briefly
Caught.
Blazing with a consummate passion
Ignited from a poets grappling
Thoughts:
The Muses to this joyous splendour
Were summarily summoned
And brought;
But as elusive as the enchanting
Notes
From the intoxicating pipes of
Evasive Pan...
So as elusive the words of the
Unwritten verse
That so evade this singular man.
So burn! You gaily painted colours,
Within abandoned restrain,
Your dizzying carousel
A whirling kaleidoscope
Upon an artists ever changing frame.
Soft ochres and dappled browns
Mixed with vivid orange and crimson
Red...
Applied lavishly from the palette
Of Artemis
Over which the vibrant pastes
Are thinly spread.
A riot of pastel shades
All exploding forth -
With the raging power of a
Supernova
Of an immense, dazzling force!
All hail to the almighty:
From the devout to the Divine...
And all hail to the Grandeur
And Majesty -
Of his awe-inspiring design!
The silence stream cascades in the alien alley,
sonata of stillness resonates in the concrete,
dances with the music of the barrel organ,
his weathered calloused fingers produce.
The nostalgic notes play a melancholic melody,
echo the tune of the tantalizing times long-gone.
The sigh of the old organ scatters on the street,
bemoans bittersweet echo of the sound of music.
From the concealed cacophony of clamoring past,
the music returns to where it used to be once.
The stark reality remains secret in songs unsung,
in the abysmal abyss of his marooned mind.
On the misty path weary in the winter wilderness,
feelings freeze like insensible ice on trails unwalked.
The buds of emotion wither away unblossomed
in the forlorn frigid gorge of the glacial hearts.
In the titular template of listless loneliness,
the spaced out ethereal melody melts away,
as the faraway beguiled beginning is epitomized
in the million steps he has walked enchanted.
The feeble resonance of his dreams drowns
in the depth of desolation confusingly configured
with the image splinters of his desolate desire,
and they fly away to oblivion in a sonorous way.
An abandoned musician of the fast fading fraternity,
walking his last mile in the deserted cobblestone road,
with the remains of the old rhythmical relic,
the last organ grinder plays the music of swan song.
A beautiful,
radiantly pregnant,
lady liberty
swings back and forth across this Left to Right predominating stage
of political history.
As she recesses toward Left stage climax
she recedes from LeftBrain audience's co-evolving view
for one ecstatic, yet intellectually ambiguous, moment
sweeping a revolutionary change
away from monocultural history,
to re-emerge in royal blue skirt of virginal regenesis
and full-breasted naked multigenerational torso
laughing with us
at how hilarious this bicamerally polytultural opera
has resolved ultra-violating dissonance
and nuclear divisive fears
of nature-spirit fertile fusions.
This pregnant lady sings
in full-octave resonance
with us
as we become HerStorically ReStaged,
degenerating unwoken hypnotic LeftBrain trance
to once again regeneratively engage
nondual co-empathic stage presence
Swirling swings of spiraling inside/outside
mind/embodied-consciousness,
as day invites dream
dawning yet another radiant
singing,
liturgically dancing
Gaian evensong.
We're not even theoretically together
until this humane Lady Liberty sings
co-operatively with us,
globally togathering,
consuming and producing full-octave resonant resolutions,
resolving swinging spirals
Left to Right to regenerate Left again
toward Crown/Root
Sage/Muse eco-dominantly resonant circles
away from YangLeft dominating over YinRight.
YinRight inductions reconnecting
religioning toward more transparently empowering operas,
replacing patriarchal economic terrorism
with matriarch/patriarch musical-comedy
agapic feelings leading erotic thoughts
Cooperatively owned economics
with bipartisan co-governing politics,
no longer waiting to conjoin
this synergetic singing
pregnant Gaia's
laughing full-term compassions
Beautiful,
eternally pregnant climax promise,
liberated lady
swirling to and fro
with Left and Right winged stages
of Gaia's political history.
Life is an experiment
for growing compassionate communication,
as any sex therapist
will tell you;
not too fast
yet not too slow.
Ego/Eco-Investing
is a bilaterally beneficial health experience
designed to sustain resilient communion,
as any child
retaining co-empathic emotional intelligence
may hear
and taste
and see
and smell you.
Integrity is a natural hugging exercise
damaged by leftbrain dominant fragmentation,
as any academic verbal behavioral therapist
or economist
or partisan politician
will cripplingly show and tell you.
Rabidly over-populating win/lose predators
sniff for money,
other useful assets,
capital-infested fed-heads,
any potential nutrients,
Then bleed you dry,
pee, and or poop, on you,
Then move on.
Compassion's economic profile looks rather different.
More of a healthy cooperative wealth experience
designed to feed,
not ignore voices
of and for emotional intelligence,
To sustain resilient ecofeminist communion,
to gather win/win expectant communicators;
Precisely the opposite of dispassion,
an unhealthy dominatrix leftbrain
too western monocultural prominent
loss of rightbrain interdependent emotional intelligence
empowered
outflowing passion
inflowing power, creolic resonance,
outflowing healthy wealth of resilience.
Love is an empowering experience
of and for polypathic global communication
as any ecotherapist
may respectfully hug you,
and a tree,
equally.
TEMPERAMENT
influential
crosstalk
expressed
a tinkering
with feelings
in
troubled
&
exhausting
circumstances
encouraging questions
& answers
bringing
an energetic
new resonance
into
strange
images
disintegrating
beyond
the sea
moonlight
into
ironic places
an unpunctuated
reverie
such
a disparate
experience
chaotic
fragmentary
forming a
new
wholeness
NOTE: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