Long Revision Poems
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These matters of imposed sequestration,
home health quarantine,
residential segregation,
safety zone re-education
Can also become
contemplative solitude
growing sacred mindfulness,
healthy wealth revision,
2020 wealth of health
bicameral precision,
monoculturing capitalist rescission,
dipolar non-division;
Social,
political,
economic communication
significantly emerge from personal preference
but also west-hemisphere patriarchal enculturation
no different than propaganda
if delivered with both left and right-hemisphere
collusion intent,
unnaturally sinister,
calculating desecration,
the stuff of deep state
and dark conspiracy theories
Either True or False
or both/and complexly
ego/eco-bilaterally ambiguous,
subtle,
nuanced thought with unpolarized feelings
for interior nurtured spiritual intention
and exterior nutritional natural extension,
Discernment of which solitary seeds
and subterranean root systems are health watered
and wealth weeded,
And which are treated like worthless weeds,
not to be watered with contentment,
fed with commitment,
nourished for cooperative values,
cherished within eco-political futures,
compassioned.
This weediness of ego-neediness
prays for non-preying return
to ecosystemic communal fullness.
I'm taking pictures
Underneath my skin
I’m taking pictures
Of the places I'm in
I keep your image
Deep within my heart
With every falter
Of a broken start
I’m living questions
I forgot to ask
I'm finding meaning
In the daily task
I'm being stable
In the fiercest storm
I'm living answers
In a brand-new morn
I won't forget you even
If I neglect to hear
The thunder steps
Behind each sad year
I'll live each moment
As I think of you
I'll take my chances
On a broader hue
You’ll have me back
For an honest price
I’ll keep on tracking
With a brand-new life
I can’t consider
All the sites unseen
I’ll live each day just
Like I'm in a dream
So take this script
Of all the sky above
I’ll think of you each day
My true-blue love
You’ll be my backdrop
As I turn the page
I’ll keep on pressing on
In an anxious age
You’ll have me back
This I guarantee
We’ll walk together
Like we been set free
My true-blue sky
Is in the air
I love you babe
You are so fair
I’ll take you with me
Until the day I die
I'll see you again
Under a true-blue sky
June 2014
We each have that early spring
post-matriarchal
un-hibernating
emerging from EarthMother moment,
An awareness memory
of late winter's pregnant demands
to cramp and thrust forward
patriarchally over-powering
in full summer's fertile august strength.
We each have this great green climate moment
of silent anticipation
bringing all our ancients gathered
and returning reborn music
danced in-between winter
and spring's wild awakening
win winning together
seamlessly
All climates marched before
with all moods augustly septumbering behind
health/wealth bicamerally reiterating after
We each share one Great Matriarchal Transition
early springing out all over memory metaphors
of EarthMother's first heart-felt song
sung inside late winter's last hibernating
passive moments of bipolar unconsciousness
Marching into win/lose political
and economic
and personal
and natural/spiritual dipolar climates
and metaphoric moods,
conflicted/restricted voices
heard in slow-jazzed magic soul
As Pisces twins float midway
between healthy swimming heaven
and pathological hell
bi-fractally fifth-dimension
Aquarian EarthClimate ascendent
Emerging pregnant with creative nondual tension
as a regenerating inside/outside new mom moon
Transitional integrity's annual fullness
reborn win-win EarthPatriotic power
of a liberating Virgo's
august appolonian/dionysian
yang/yin
east/west LeftDominant
south/north RightRecessive revolutionary prominent
march toward democratic health/wealth
EarthCentric promise
with 2020 reverse-hierarchical ReVision.
Reborn of FatherNorth
and MotherSouth soils
and ancient DNA fractal regenerations
Zero ZenZone bicameral souls
of jazz dance left springing up and out
with gospel soul sung winter force/source right
Marching reborn
Matriarchal/Patriarch restoring justice,
Non-violent communicating embodied co-passions,
Pisces twins swim-dance immersed
with spiritual gospel win/win Virgin muses
east with west
right early spring left late winter
in grateful green anticipation.
easy access and proliferation of firearms,
now begs a serious hard question
presenting daunting task,
quite aware that passionate
stalwart supporters of the NRA,
embrace weaponry likened
to garnering an Aboriginal trophy mask
(particularly in light of violent mass killings)
immediately forces people
of all stripes comprising this nation ask
quite aware of diametrically,
jarringly, and politically
doggedly entrenched fierce position
each polarized stance challenges,
especially when pitted
against die hard proponents
of the Second Amendment,
who would sooner burn to ash,
and/or adopt a siege mentality
glowering akin to red hot metal
regaling opportunity asper Liberal heads to bash,
than relinquish (lock, stock and barrel)
prized, coveted, and cherished cache
amassed collection of firearms
permissible in accordance
with (literal interpretation
of Second Amendment
of the United States Constitution)
to mean no deterrent preclude
(birth right to equip bare arms),
deprivation against amassing a stockpile,
would trigger an immediate saber flash
and instantaneously, another Civil War, would
(with gnash of clenched jaws violently
opposing manumission
to release obedient snap, crackle
pop in je nais sais quois booty), the provocation
rendering revision, sans sacred covenant
would sting whip lash
snuffing out any first and last hope to reconcile
divisive national issue
with cool collected talking heads,
cuz shoot at the hip diplomacy
be loved American style,
that indomitable fighting
esprit de corps tis fire in belly trial
though this skeptical and devout atheist,
would welcome being proved wrong
generating the better angels to render obsolete strong
arm of the law as plucked harps evoke swan song
witnessing unbelievable savoir faire
(forcing me to retract pessimism
and willingly swallow my pride), minus long
time overdue, and negotiation
celebrated with tolling from a gong.
What is it that you're under?
Life is beautiful
Yet you make it roar ?? like thunder
Trying to get through this journey
Trying to make a change
Somehow things still feel the same
Its strange
How you'll spend your whole life
Trying to impress
Unsure ?? of your purpose
Thinking did I really deserve this
Pressure
Lets break it down
Treating yourself unworthy
When we all deserve our crown
Being put down
Without having the will power to get back up
Lying in a state of comfortbility
Not realizing you were stuck
Yep that's us
We as human beings
Lacking alot
So confused
But God never forgot
Pressure through our peers
Did more trying to be accepted
It brings you to tears
All these years
And then you finally develop into your own
Now realizing that the only approval you need
Is the one on the throne
Pressure of trying to be of the world
Yes that's us
Putting up a big ole fuss
Over unnecessary stuff
That we can't control
Pressure of being afraid
Knowing that if you're not like others
Sometimes friends will trade
Yes they will
We may experience hurt
But we have to learn to forgive
And just live
Pressure to belong
In an unfit song
The words just don't mix
Time for revision
Have to do it quick
Practicing a new step
To follow
Even when your not content on which direction to go
Go with the flow
Pressure in relationships
That don't belong
That are old
Still holding on
When you know your past life
Is renewed the old you is gone
Pressure is surely what you make it
You can overcome it
You can face it
Being under it doesn't make you feel any lesser
These are my thoughts
No Pressure
Written By:Concetta Hardnett
11/4/2015
"He who looks outside, dreams. He who looks inside, awakens."
Carl Gustave Jung
Be not manacled, bound or tightly tethered
to a paradigm that appears to be status quo
Being mired in quicksand made of torpor
will observe you drowning in an undertow
Look inside yourself to become a flowing river
willing to accept waters of many tributaries
those that offer new elements of enrichment
Awaken your mind to the 'what ifs' of estuaries
Don't wallow or flounder about in muck and silt
Widen your banks until they expand without edge
Let your thoughts become ripples on your surface
then follow them to seek wisdom and knowledge
Do battle with the stagnation of complacency
It's a human fault we often label, "satisfaction"
but if truth be told, it should be called "passivity"
Always push one step further by taking action
Escape from entrapment in dungeons of darkness
Brush away the leaden clouds from your vision
that may be guilty of having obscured your insight
Make a breakthrough by creating a simple revision
Delusions and blurred illusions will soon fade away
You don't have to leap building of soaring height
You're not Super Man, but don't allow your apathy
and laidback demeanor to become your kryptonite
My time of promise,
before mistrust of parents
settled into growing fear
and grief into angry disappointment
Began with a visit
from a GreatHorned Owl
dying on our barbed wire fence
Announcing she would go before
but return for my time
to follow heaven's departed promise.
But, my father responds,
Only straight humans sing in white evangelical Heaven,
And this planted my seed of doubt
A cosmic point
in bitter anticipation
of further adult atrocities to follow
in imaged flight
From this brief encounter
with natural and spiritual wings
I gradually developed internal witness:
If not ecologically necessary,
then not yet theologically sufficient.
Now,
still breathing,
singing and dancing,
beyond all reasonable health risks
of my own environmental history
in a new barbed millennium,
on the cusp of 2020 EarthJustice
left and right winged co-revision,
Heaven's great-returned owl
revisits in near nightly dreams
Inviting me, and us,
to set aside anger,
to grab hold of more compassion
ego/eco-therapeutic communion
communication
Inclusion in Heaven's climatic winning
ecologically wise theologies,
long incubating Rapture--
safe flight home.
My pen is always near at hand, waiting
for my gentle grasp to give it the chance
to fulfill its purpose. It seems to be anticipating
being held as if we tango together in a ritual dance.
When I'm fueled with the fire to write
ink flows from my mind to my fingers—
from pen to paper as if I were a draper of words
and in each line of poetry my passion lingers
in the form and fashion I chose to write each day.
There is an elegance to the artistry of poetry,
using fabrics as soft and diaphanous as chiffon.
Romantic sonnets are sewn with silken threads
that weave together, both love and desire.
Haiku verses describe golden skies of dawn
as if the sun awakens each morning
as a phoenix rising amid orange flames of fire.
There are times when I'm driven to capture and extol
the glory I see when a fragile fern frond unfurls,
or the tremulous steps taken by a foal, only hours old,
the shapes of clouds as they billow and sweep
across the expanse of blue canvas as if they are pearls.
I have need to breathe life into the visions I keep
ready for words I'll leave behind some may never see—
as a legacy of my thoughts on life's joys and derision.
Oddly, I always feel some could use editing and revision.
My pen finds a way to blend my emotions,
where its ink can be droplets of shed blood or tears,
but never will it be choked off, replaced by AI.
I'm sure it would rather be thrown into an ocean's depth
before forgiving me and would rather its ink run dry.
I cannot fathom attaching my name to falsify
a poem I've not written on my own accord.
That's an accusation I will never have need to deny.
In shame, I would hang my head and ask my pen
to become a sword and in reprimand, cut off my hand—
a loss I could neither tolerate nor afford.
Those boots have walked to life
through many different steps
looking back I wonder
at the meaning’s in the rests
They say that life is made
of many different things
blessings and the like
others bring bad dreams
They come in many forms
on page and through the air
sometimes when unlucky
bastards arrive in pairs
Now I don’t mind to venture
long into my dread
but when a thought is tested
crumbles does my head
Why do these tests belong
a life we fate to live
to teach us how to learn
and show us what to give
Minding of thinking
musings
brought revived
sometimes crying off
feeling things I’ve lied
never wonder longing
the field of make believe
the best thing of revision
makes true life revealed
These boots may walk this life
rolled in front of me
steps are in the eddy
and thought is flowing freed
Polypaths
lead neuro-systemically back
to Mother/Child original wombed attachment
A remarkably warm
and wet counterpoint
to a sterile anthrosupremacist theory
of Original Separating Sin.
Instead,
in this organic preternatural
panentheistic
spiritual experience
of win/win healthy wealth,
co-attachment overrides win/lose
zero-sum compromised
competitive relationships
Patriarchal
and capitalist self creationships
come later
as post-partum polarizing issues
aggravated by contemporary
climate pandemic anxious
post-millennial expectations
Not supporting child-conceiving,
child-weaving,
child-rearing maternal
maturing ecofeminist instincts
Substituting win/lose separation anxieties
EarthMother apartness
sacrilegious loneliness
autistic detachment
relentless aching solitude
absence of warm humane touch
and transcendently divine revision
Moving toward lose/lose claustrophobic
degeneration of a healthy
maternally wealthy
root secure resilient attachment
AND
devoid of a wealth-feeling child
securely unwounded, emerging
from EarthMother's green womb
of co-enlightenment
spiritually opening
and then naturally closing
then co-empathic redisclosing
remembering tombs of ancient co-intelligence
multigenerational
interdependent webs
integrating EarthTribe enlightened
empowerment.
Original Sin
implies our Creator of Integrity
made us
an anthropomorphic mistake
Inadequately assumes
that humanity's spirituality
is dualistically severed
from divinity's naturality;
that Yintegral deep Flow
is not also Yang widely polycultural Strength
of polypathic cooperation
This, in turn,
confuses a LeftBrain monotheistic dominant
either/or unmindful anthrosupremacist way
of ZeroSum calibrating
win/win regenerative
analogical health/wealth
Child/EarthMother care
Which could not support
Lose/Lose Original Sin
of degenerative genocide
inspiring evangelical red terrorist
desperate,
Seize the AnthroSupremacist Day,
ecocide.