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According to Truth As Beauty EarthOccupier Rob Brezsny,
the original intent of “virgin”
unfolds as “complete unto herself.”
And so it is,
I pray and primally celebrate
waking into each of Earth’s days
a virgin,
once again.
Holonically complete,
one of Earth’s human language seeds,
bowing down as notnot up, yet
east as not yet completely Western red sky dominated
by fears and angry climatic stressors
both internally complete
and externally consuming and producing
ecstasies of Earth’s great transitional
epic re-ligioning intercourse
including, yet not monoculturally monopolized,
culturally creolizing
humane transliterations of organic
trans-parent transubstantiations
polypaths toward holy polymorphic symbiosis,
erotic lover days toward night
greeting exotic fragrant virgins
of Earth’s deep learning erotic
mindful body re-ligious incarnations
growing into full sacred virgin maturity
Then decomposing to rejoin Earth’s virgin trusted soul,
revolving hope’s fully active EcoOccupation,
complete unto EarthMother re-associated
panentheistic virgin
AnthroMind Truth/EarthBody Beauty
passionHere and pleasureNow.
Finally, she could get down on her knees again, not in prayer but to touch rosemary and lavender which had begun to send its fragrance into the spring and rising warmth in nature’s heart. There was no sense of regret that winter passed with revolving anticipation of summer. As she felt soil and weeds slip through her fingers, her hands embroidered new patterns in gravel and time yard directly from the canvas of happiness. A daffodil had been waiting so long to cheer her up and bowed its flower towards a flock of birds picking earthworms and seeds, ready to digest the feast and spread it way past horizon and hedges. Blackberry thorns never bothered her much and she could already taste mouth-watering sweetness on her palate as words gathered to put emotions into poetry in motion. The garden shed was overgrown with Honeysuckle and Virginia Creeper and gave thanks that her secateurs had rusted like an artefact of personal narrative. She had once cut the lawn with household scissors, but this time she decided not to prune or stunt what has to grow for a change. The garden bench needed a lick of paint though and she mixes dandelion, blue bells and wild garlic with linseed oil and saffron tincture and moves the drift wood sculpture closer to the Victorian sash window.
silken fragrance swirls
perfumes season and pasture -
fondles the future
time treasures present
unwind ephemeral scent –
only the wind knows
spring steps to the fore
portrays essence for poems –
transcendent serene
firewood settles
under leaves piled up awaits -
autumn's inglenook
With pure intention.
I longed to prove more than what became ideal.
Insecurity can come from a variety of sorts.
Communication through action, not only words.
The value of times essence.
Counting the moments it takes to come to the realization,
I too was afflicted.
To appreciate a woman such as her.
Not to impose on exposed thighs.
A factious affair that could only enforce what was felt mentally.
Only in mental.
Still we became vulnerable to the emotions that followed.
I appreciated her in full.
In part to generosity.
Her stare, the way she'd vocalize to the rhythm of her heart.
I emptied my time when I had none to give.
Creating a revolving door of emotion,
In due time it was never enough.
In part I tried to stop. Finding myself too far gone.
She too pointed in blame.
Everything that felt so right became wrong.
My face no longer my own.
But one of her past.
I shared fault in every reaction that wasn't my own.
I'd sit and wander my thoughts.
Everything she said I'd do, I'd never done.
A shadow loomed, knowing only to spread.
Finding it's way past the light of heart.
Soon the very words we stood upon filled with cracks.
I too, afflicted by everything other than myself. Than her.
Than we.
Just as the very first step felt the hardest.
The last one was even harder.
Not realizing who we were any longer, the trips to and from were never the same.
Both lost in the tide of emotion.
In the hopes of not becoming totally lost.
I watched her give herself to another.
to feel the same way about another, to go above and beyond for another.
To again become afflicted, as his face later became one from her past.
The good other day I was so happy,
And happiness was my true nature.
But not today, I’m so sad,
Is it sorrow my real nature?
Happiness and sorrow, never once
Meet me together, alone they come.
Sorrow comes first, then joy
And joy comes and later sorrow.
Never I sought sorrow in my life,
Happiness is what I always seek.
Joy and sorrow, are they in a wheel?
Revolving around and coming in turn.
No one suffers sorrow forever,
No one enjoys happiness forever,
They are in a wheel turning around,
Making us happy and sad.
Stop the wheel, when I’m happy
What to do to achieve this feat?
Being in happiness, is what I need
What to do to achieve this feat?
Do good and be happy
Do bad and reap sorrow.
This is what I learned from the learned,
That is the key for stopping the wheel.
Joy and grief, depends on destiny
But destiny itself depends on you.
Do good and change your destiny
Do bad and destiny will follow.
Having friends who destitute of friends,
Having foes who destitute of foes,
Having wisdom who destitute of wisdom,
Having happiness also through destiny.
Friends are not the cause of happiness,
Nor foes the cause of misery,
Wisdom will not bring you wealth,
Nor wealth brings you happiness.
Intelligence, not the cause of wealth,
Nor stupidity the cause of penury,
He only who possesses this wisdom,
Knows the world and the wheel of life.
Honorable Mention in STRAND SPECIAL 9 ,any form ,any theme Poetry Contest sponsored by Brian Strand
You've heard it before that love is the answer.
What of those who are incapable of being loved and giving love?
The loveless sniffing the throat of society
Predators in the mist spreading their stench.
Lifting their leg on societal dreams.
Opportunists waiting for an opening.
Of which rose colored courts are providing.
With four-leaf clover revolving doors.
Gambling on our dime-with our lives.
Spinning vermin back into our throats
killing our songs time after time.
One hundred and three prior arrests for this latest pest.
Not the poster child for "prison reform, that they were hoping for...
One hundred and three prior arrests.
Including assault and sexual predation.
His latest game,
He nonchalantly punched a ninety-two-year-old white lady.
Knocking her to the street...
You say love is the answer-I say not in all cases.
Rabid slugs belong to none but the grave.
One hundred and three prior arrests. And counting.
a true story
Sometimes Left equals Right,
like day equivocates night,
wondrously but rarely,
awesomely, because almost never,
like a fully mysterious solar eclipse,
revolutionary, because not slow-grown evolutionary,
the Earth says Hello!
Personally and politically,
romantically and academically,
lovingly and yet wisely prudent,
economically with ecological empowering light.
But, usually
historically
multiculturally
polypathically
ecotherapeutically
Business as Cooperatively
not capitalistically uberYanged,
more like a healthy ecoforest Usual
and not so much an evangelical colony
of nationalistic supremacy
shouting No! God Owns You!
You owe our WesternWhite God allegiance
as we have made God in our most patriotic patriarchal
LeftBrain punishing nationalistic voice
for retributive cultural RightWing vengeance!
Marginal remainders refine LeftBrain analysis
to hear echoes of Not Yet,
perhaps not even in this enraptured egocentric lifetime
Too BusinessAsUsual seldom
we also hear RightBrain passion
belonging songs of ecotherapeutic outside voices
speaking sacred whispers, chirps, scolds, surf, winds
of all past and future
Advents
Predicting and threatening 2020
revolutionary Yes! Here is Now
Space is TimeSquared consciousness
Yang is Yin 4D temporal flow
PolyNomial is PolyPhonic language
seasonal rhythmused experience
EcoResilient politics of YesPower
is also EgoResonant Theology
of +1 = (-,-)0 PolyPathic BiCameral Revolutions
for Yes! = NotNot Yet
unto healthy perpetuity...
Some good morning StarShines,
this GreenBlue Earth echoes
and cheers
ultra non-violent Hello!
Climaxing 2020 healthy wealth time
with organically enlightening
romantic bodies
of patriarchal historical evolutions
within music matriarchal revolving revolutions.
See them walking down the street in fine tailor made suits, Jackets and ties to match and expensive shoes to match their suites; their haircuts is sharp and their perfume can still be smelt after dark .They are holding executive bags in their hands and a motion is spinning around in their head to kill your ideas before they materialize.
See the bureaucrats in the bar drinking wine and crunching figures, they just had a hefty lunch and plan to oppose the bill before the votes begin, they don’t agree to anything and they drain your energy before the day begins, there is no solution to solve their problems and the road that they are traveling on is a very difficult one.
See the bureaucrats in the room getting ready for a meeting that will begin at noon, they have the agenda laid out in front of them and a master plan that will land them in heaven.
The bureaucrats are waiting at the gate so strike a deal with them before it is too late. Their visions are limited and they are not creative. Once they formulate a plan they will stick to it until it lands them in a precipice ; they are quarreling among themselves how to spread the resources among the community, they are selfish, stingy and mean and they eat the gravy off before the negotiator walk through the gate and give the pure rice and flour to eat without vegetable or meat.
I stood outside the revolving door watching them coming and going, they move around with a sense of urgency but nothing was really happening, a fake smile appears on their face and I watch them passing papers from place-to-place muttering something out loud .
Suddenly a man stood up from the back and start to shout, he was angry about a proposal that was overlooked by the one at the top, they kept carrying him around in circles and the sudden outburst shocked everyone in room.
It came like a missile straight through the window and disrupts the proceedings,, they argue among themselves and the distractions continue all the way up to twelve, the meeting was over before it began, they could not control their raucous emotions ; two men rolling in the dirt over a simple words, the Bureaucrats are sleeping in my bed and you have got to remove them before the gangster bruised their heads.
The Bureaucrats are moving around the town in shorts sleeves and long gown.
Just the awe of your charismatic sexual looks makes
the down part of me wanting to possess
and build a park beneath your fleshy covering.
My Junior’s ready to let your licks spoil nature’s tricks
and your play, be an impurity to such a serious intensity.
Even when my battery runs down, I’ll drain all the decency left in you
through the escapades of erotic mechanics and love making drills.
I want to pull your underwear and bring down those hidden strings;
I want to fly that suspicious top and raise the supports of your skirt
while your inviting bra becomes openly hopeless under my command.
I want to prickle your skin gradually from neck to your secret bifurcation
while my moving tongue with great incontinence
dances through your inside, rendering the formality
of your honourable body into serious jeopardy.
Your gradual lustful conformity to my passionate physical cravings
raises blood levels to a peak giants cannot handle.
The spread of your two legs, causes the springing of my third one,
nothing then can unglue me from the down side of you
and such a rare side you possess
speaks volume of the attractive value of sex teases.
Your dancing breasts, horizontally springing body
and sensual-sound making tender lips combined,
gives a private show in complete entrapment of magic and divinity.
Screams and unholy inter-plays, revolving in one cycle
centered by paradise’s gate of which its heavy locks are
broken by such a melting act.
Letting my small head be the executive chair
to your well spread bare buttocks
powered by a mood so classified and irreversibly hormonal
begins the event already at its midpoint,
causing the rainbow to be low-esteemed in colours and in pride.
You had me at Aloha
all through Aloha again,
between banks of outdoor clouds
sailing sigh,
some lighter whiter
faster,
some darkly starkly stable
yet even these passing through
this invite and disinvite farewell
Aloha
You greet me as Shalom
through our health as wealth commencement,
fleeing indoor fleeting noise
for outsized peace
flights of radiant fancy
seeing colors
revolving cultures inside out
where we belong
in our less seething sheathed Shalom.
Are we only our inside resonant voices
ending at odds
where outside resilience begins?
Our outside voices
ending eventually within,
evenly without,
within and between
clouds both bright incoming
and dark outgoing
Greeting
and regretting
in-between Aloha.
COMPENSATIONS
unusual times
were to inspire
a response
& suspend
confidence
a triptych
space
sound bites
informed views
inspired
& realised
a
conflicted
mix
in rotation
of points
of reference
transparent
revolving
elements
'til
outwardly
conceived
into
reality
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.
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