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This Damed Family Man - Sad Commentary
The personal issue asper role
of fatherhood, I did address
in psycho therapy
earlier today, particularly dynamics
between self (birth father),
and eldest daughter
matter of factly confess
sing, how his (mine)
behavior affected her express
lee during her formative years,
and doth readily admit
this papa felt
accurate to second guess
some aspects asper
retrospective interactions less
sunned prospect for healthy
paternal bond, when mess
elf unwittingly allows,
that my being unemployed ness
esse sear really did cause agony,
especially NOT able
to sound im press
sieve, when class
mates naturally, necessarily,
and nonchalantly
inquired asper livelihood
about father, and mother
feeling sorely Tess
Ted most likely painfully
writhing with psycho
logical agony aver
ring, that this dada,
NOR mama didst
NOT work, perhaps cur
sing thy role in begetting her,
(no matter emotional debacles plagued
me entire mein kempf
like a sharp spur
severely disabling thine ability
establishing a solid whir
king track record, plus abhorred,
aggrieved, and appalled
at deplorable, despicable, and
detestable awful
house keeping bald
lee obvious in some instances
children, and family services
(of Norristown, Pennsylvania) called
offering, or rather decreed
that dramatic improvements made
in order for thy house
hold to be freed
the reasonable mandatory checklist
(to avoid compromising welfare
of minors), thus
obligation to heed
proscribed safety measures need
did to be obeyed lest...with light speed
our deux darling heiresses weed
never see again if they
got forcibly taken away
fortunately though
we parents did not delay
following sanctioned
dictates - hooray,
yet subsequent discord
wrought by my cum play
cent risque extra-marital trysts.
The time has come
to generate the retrospective
ambiguities etched in stone
perplexing to the underside
of the recriminations
sliding to the conservative right
The dance goes on
skittering and sliding
along shiny glass floors
powered by locomotive
puffing into clouds,
you gaze into space
Dreams of a more envious
pastoral speckle intuitions
of a well developed humanoid.
Beyond your wildest expectations
the illusion goes on
spitting, sputtering
in a steadfast manner
driven buy imperfections
of days gone bye.
You long for the resurrection
to circumcise possibilities
of a shaft driven turbo
turning to and fro
stifling transgressions
into a tumultuous radiance
blinding to the monstrous
aftermath of an illustrious
stiletto heal.
COMMONPLACE VI
Off beam,along the circles rim then
a creative impulse on the spur of
the moment drops of poetic essence
spontaneous and prolific from the
workings of the heart to distil into
another’s mind.A painting with
words uttered one by one an
experience of the wind &rain
of ordinary life.This intimate
invitation to stroll within &
behind the veil,’neath inspiration’s
triumphal arch,there to share and
participate in the raw reality of the
creative drive of another.A vision
enhanced by mutual experience
of each.One thing leads to another,
translating awareness of new &
deeper meaning.Time germinates
the empathy orchestrates the
chords as together we explore
new world’s of the poetic.
From Retrospective a commonplace book 2009
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
Linger here then
On restless shores;
Support lost causes
Sooner not later
Tides change;
Not always better
Politics like jam
Or peanut butter spread;
No use without bread
Speak softly
Mutter wisely;
Politically correct
Once in a while
Truth entertains fear;
All hell breaks lose
I think of you
All the time;
Retrospective anthem
Listen and learn
My father said;
He's dead, I'm afraid
Loiter and see
My mother said;
She's dead, it's true
Strange voice tone
Less dreary than me;
Out of this time zone
Mr Eliot he said:
"Mermaids don't sing to me;
I wake up and I drown..."
Thinking makes sad
Feeling turns bad;
Know now I am mad
Thinking and feeling,
Doing No-thing;
Enlightenment comes
Look now
Don't stare;
Then you'll see
Leon Enriquez
13 May 2014
Singapore
(Vesak Day thoughts)
"Alfred, where did you say you had the keys?"
She would fondly inquire, her eyes scanning around. " I'm not sure, just look around i might have misplaced them" he would reply, scratching his memory from his forehead. Surprisingly, they would share a faint laugh; it was an everyday ritual, a morning memory exercise. He would then go ahead and brush his shoes, his faith in her ability to find a grain of sand in an ocean was rock solid.
Meanwhile, in the evening a familiar masculine voice echoed through the evening airwaves, Fele"..... "Fele", fondly calling out the shortened version of "Felester". She would then signal her location, where pleasantries and daily accounts took hold. Though we heard it countless times, but it felt intimate each day. For us, it was a testament of connection beyond marital dogmatic principles. It wasn't a norm for parents in our setting to use first names.
Through the sands of time, it became second nature. Their affection was natural, their love profound, the conversations were fluid and their connection was deeply admirable.
A couple of winters later, i searched for the formular that explained the power in a name. I sought the ingredients that sparked the charm, the missing piece to the puzzle, having exhausted all sweet endearments - Honey, Chocolate, Sweetie - in a search for a pronoun that would speak life into our withering chemistry.
On one golden morning, when the sun danced with the clouds, birds sang beethoven and winds softly whispered in my ears, i had an epiphany. I stumbled upon golden knowledge, and in that moment i realized: It wasn't in the names, nor the gifts they shared. It was mundane yet profound - their ability to find each others soul through communication.
Is this the formula or simply my retrospective perspective? Well, try it and....
PARPHERNALIA
retrospective
of
an
uexpected
sophistication
risen
to
prominence
in
a
burgeoning
atmosphere
a
generic
happening
in
improvised
fragments
of
instantaneous
action
yet
unexpected
linear
&
minimalistic
in
simplicity
fascinating
exterior
of
concentrations
collaborative
innovative
pursuits
of
transformation
confronting
the surreal
so strange
yet
a
transient
impetus
accessible
conceptions
of
floating
sensibilities
in
a
rarerified
outrage
NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making this enigmatic form a two way interplay & interpretatIon unique to the moment& changing according to mood is inherently variable.
Copyright © Brian Strand
It took us too long,
but eventually
we noticed Republican women
and Democrats both women and men
often preferred to spend about twice as much on domestic education
and defensively proactive mutual health care assurance
as compared to international defensive co-investment,
too often reduced to the militaristic over-industrialized budget.
And, of that international relations budget,
about two-thirds for growing cultures of healthy peace warriors
and maybe up to one-third on policing criminal offense
with cooperative co-investment intent.
So,
the domestic and educational security matriarchs
formed cooperative ecopolitical networks
for governing inside these fifty States,
while the more WinWin patriarchs
tried to mutually dominate
a more Left-Right Brain and Mind and Incarnate Body
of harmonic global co-investment networks.
Both internal and external cooperatives
rooted in Lovelock and Margulis double-binding
chemistry as also synergetic microbiology
producing Gaia Hypotheses of CoRevolution,
flowering in Golden Rules Revised:
Do not not ecopolitically flex and do
as you would have your great grandchildren remember like you,
with kindness,
contentment,
grace of awesome love,
continued abundant co-investment
in regenerational strings of polypathic mutual promise,
positively imagined in our retrospective matriarchal-patriarchal future,
multicultures of health-balancing wealth.
Drown.
It happens a pace imperceptible,
It is lost only at the moment it was perceived the
The aqua alta
Carved out an embayment in my heart
No rivers made room for the sea,
Tidal floods by the tumbling silver moonlight, sweeps in the silky waters as an insidious creeping, pending doom inexorably sweeps over,
The rise is slow, the water is murky,
Oh to be like a Venetian! Slough off the inconvenience of death,
Shall I look to the past as contretemps?
Shall I rearrange fate with a retrospective perspective?
Shall I reinterpret your fait accompli?
And the portent is grim—eustasy is is certain
And the weight of the life giving substance— extinguishes life.
COMMONPLACE VIII
Liberty,the poet’s pride where
inspiration flies free in light
&space.Concentrated & alive
this friend within,distilling hidden
essence ,the unstated enigma,an
overtone without words,flooding out
as yesterday’s rain,pure poetrt in
still life.From a passionate silence
touching the void within,wirds just
flow from infinite imagination,oozes
&permeats beyond poetry,beyond
language,this novelette of structured
prose of yesterday’s buried in today.
From Retrospective a commonplace book 2009
Listen to me recite this part phrasis on youtube under my pen name ichthys chiro
a
taxonomical
neo-geo
connoisseur
moves on again
to
a totemic
astonishment
of many
yet
stifling
in every sense
&
in it all
prosaic
inspiration
poetically described
as
dystopian reimaginings
of flotsam
a natural
detritus
embedded
yet
not belonging
littered with empty
kitsch
inlaid with
a peripatetic
identity
&
linguistic
incomprehensiblity
a
perfected
undertaking
before
disillusionment
was growing
into
an insular
mutely
societal moment
a
tormented
self-portrait
to
reflect
the days
but instead
depicted
a recognition
of
largely passing
decades
hoisted
&
seared
in
a
retrospective
survey