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À propos preponderant passion penning poems...
posited puzzling apt aperçu...
While pondering particular
theme to address
amidst tangled wide, whirled
webbed mental skein
today November third
two thousand twenty two,
unexpected Möbius strip
tease conundrum unforeseen,
yet as avid aspiring wordsmith
only now I became keen,
which unflagging vexillological,
theoretical, rhetorical, philosophical...
narratological, linguistical, judgmatical
historical, fantastical, didactical,
and bibliographical predicament
may not suddenly find me
flush with green
i.e. profuse legal tender,
but merely thought provoking
puzzlement addresses following quandary
stuck within gray matter of pate
impossible mission to differentiate
jagged fine line between
passion and obsession
case in point strong
affinity to write of late,
cuz yours truly susceptible
toward compulsion that doth not abate,
and mind boggling to wed healthy
love of language analogous as mate
nsync with psychological trait,
viz excessive compulsion
diagnosed years gone
by courtesy professional
mental health specialists, did annotate,
and I admit behavior impossible to satiate,
thus generating aforementioned query
how does one (me) segregate
productive interest versus excessive,
née fanatical all consuming -
affinity towards English language
I loopily, quirkily verily narrate
oft times burning midnight oil
(albeit figuratively alluded
to wicked mister Arson Wells) witness
as logophile doth painstakingly toil
bajillion cerebral threads to uncoil,
whereby utilizing figurative tweezers
uprooting, untangling rhyme I embroil
(even using Scooby Doo conditioner)
metaphorically beneath mine royal
hirsute (Scottish) matted topsoil
ultimately bringing in top gun
uncannily resembling gargoyle
shape shifting between
comical characters such as
Popeye and Beetle Bailey
at lightspeed as if
greased with Olive Oyl
so watch out Bluto,
get ready for turmoil!
In Defense of Narcissistic Needs
Upon hearing a challenging message
requesting clarification for how some public policy
or rhetorical event
is also a public health-growing procedure,
do not bother to respond like a WinWin discerning adult
to the questioning messenger.
Instead,
personally attack the messenger,
the medium,
the massive media,
the too-liberal with questions questioners,
assuming a WinLose competitive agenda
rather than a cooperative open-systemic inquiry
rooted in health-systemic integrity
of compassionately transparent
vulnerable discernment,
actively hoping for WinWin
mutually-held truths
values
healthy norms
For both private
and public
LeftWing and RightWing
non-violent communicating procedures.
Why is music
more emotionally important than rhetoric?
Why is grace-full dance
healthier than verbal prance?
So many public health questions
more important than private answers...
I question why
my faith community
provides sanctuary to legally-challenged immigrants
24/7,
And yet, has not actively opened our sanctuary
to local homeless and health-challenged emigrants from outside places
on Sunday mornings, nine to noon,
and during Wednesday evening choir practice,
and during Tuesday evening Green Sanctuary meetings
about Earth justice
and internal/external environmental-contextual fragility,
and other health challenges
for building multicultural well-being,
faith,
active hope
Resonant throughout this local place
and resilient throughout our global pace
monocultural race
of eco-theological climate space
and nurturing time
Sung in transparent octaves of music
more intuitively significant than rhetorical debate;
one heard cooperatively
and the other spoken to win ego-support
and loss to ecopolitical competitors,
Which is not criminal behavior
yet perhaps worthy of impeachment
and excommunication
for anti-communion behavior.
Do you read my words as you hear the cashier say "Did you find every thing you need today"
-If you didn't it doesn't matter, she only speaks to keep her working status
Or perhaps you read my printed soul like my boss my printed file
-He needs to know my whearabouts to improve his management style
Actually, your comments where very sweet, like the preacher who wants me to come back
- He has message for me but first he must bribe me to hear it
I'll comment back on you, Ooh! a point for me too!
- Well written! What a lovely morning to share with you!
_ Ditto... and thank you for your cut and paste point sytem
Can you read my words like a lover reads his beloved's heart?
-Seek my shapes and definitions, the essence of my love
Can you read my soul and tell it back to me, or hear my truth and let it fill your heart
- or are my doubts true, my words a reflection of inadequacy?
Tell me you felt the coolness of the night wind on your nape,
- or heard the whispers of the night I remember,
Tell me I took you with me in my labor room and
-you felt the pains ripping apart my identity as the heart beat of my son emerged,
Tell me you felt my Mothers tears as she tells me goodbye and I like the coward I am
-run and tell it to the pages of words she will never read....
Do hear me? I am not the rhetorical cashier, or the minister to bribe you with a comment
-Most people don't truly listen but wait for their chance to speak
Never still the mind of God.' continual motion
Growth of purpose' rythem of love, making..'
man and woman' comes from above.' Growth of grass
Errosion of cliffs.' Waves upon oceons work
To shift..Grit in oyster, kernel growth.' Denotes
Wisdom and tears..Indeed; my oath.! Wind that moves
Emotions to change; sadness to elation such
A range.. Snail or Eagle slow or fleet Earth and
Universe.' Of all such I speak..Can you feel the
Intended.? Do you reach? Do you yearn? Are
You commited? Such is helpful. If of God
You would learn.' satan apes God even as he dies
A burned out relic with rhetorical lies.' Who
Offers most often (that which you have!) yet to
Rob is his intention...I'll call his odds.' May I
Talk the Truth.? For it brings him down.' His
Is a tawdrey glory..His is the volatile crown
Dry as paper..If i may.? He readied he is basted and he will climb in the tray..Be seperate from him.' Always seek the Lord by
The way of His waters upon His holy shores
Travel through the ' red sea ' turn not aside.'
The Great God of all motion.' Intends to take
Him, HIs bride.!
She says she tries to be both tender
and challenging with herself,
to fall less,
to dance more,
to help others fail less
and athletically prance more.
As she drives past the library,
closed for Sunday liturgy,
she sees the Seventh Day Adventists
on the front corner
with their sign
large enough for motorists,
"What is TRUE success?"
Although understanding this question
is rhetorical
with a dogmatic answer
readily at hand
for those with more adventurous
challenging responses
and dialogical interests,
she honks her tender feminist horn
and shouts out to celebrate
"HEALTH!"
White Adventists
turn darker red
and reply
"Not HELL
but Heaven,
each day on Earth God's patriarchal Sabbath,
for those with eyes to see Trust
and ears to hear Truth."
"Not HELL," she returns
while pulling over;
"Health is true success."
"What about spiritual
and politically empowering success?"
the sign-holder challenges
without much obvious tenderness.
"Mental health
is spiritually empowering health,
at least in my experience.
And yours?"
"I may see your pointedness.
But, what of true economic success?"
"Cooperatively invested financial health."
"Religious and cultural success?"
"Natural/spiritual synergetic health,
or so it seems to nondualistic
tenderly challenged me."
"If health is success,
then what is wealth?"
in your challenged tender pathology,
heading toward Hell."
"You are among those
who segregate sacred sabbath health
from secular business as usual wealth,
in an unhealthy bipolar nature v spirit way
I fear,
without intending blame or shame."
With your same bipolar challenging division
you could also choose to hear
dipolar tender invitations
in-between hell and heaven,
secular wealth and sacred climate health,
natural informing spiritual questions
like, What is TRUE success?
As she pulls away,
tenderly upward
and challenging onward.
How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left
Don't answer
It's rhetorical anyway
Funeral number 1
A piece of her hair
A symbol of when they would stop and stare
At her hair
When they would make her life a living nightmare
Until she became too aware
Until It became too much to bear
Until she silenced her hair
What once was full of life
Was now minimised
I wish she had realised that without her halo
She would no longer glow
But then again hair can grow
Maybe it's a metaphor for ones worth
Funeral 2
Her laugh
Too loud they said
To black they said
To much they said
Too much space she took she thought
Her happiness too much
Too
Much
Now every room haunted by the ghost of her laugh
Her joy
Her presence
Her happiness
No room was worth going in anymore
Too empty
Too small
What once was loud
Was now silent
I guess laughter is the best medicine
I guess the medicine stopped working
Funeral 3
Her carved skin
She was just given it
She didn't ask for it
So why do they hate her for it
They told her bleach it
Then she would be pretty
She did
Now she's a monster
She can never win
What once was golden
Was now broken
I guess what glitters is not always gold
Or Maybe it is, I guess it was a lie they told
So I ask again
This time you can answer
How many funerals of ones self can someone have before there is nothing left ?
Once upon a time there were Five key words,
We all knew by heart,
What, where, when, why and how,
And they all came out of our mouths wearing question marks.
We didn't just save them for special occasions,
Or make them rhetorical,
No, we expected an informed reply,
So, we could produce the goods on a regular basis.
We used them to explore and keep our neural pathways in good order.
They were likely included in a babe's first jumbled thoughts,
With why and who the biggest contenders for first and second place.
And when any child could utter their first words these five key words,
Were among the first,
Often precursors to the word Mummy or Daddy,
And when they were older before the word teacher.
For a long time, everybody was happy,
And thoughtful,
As IQ'S kept getting bigger,
And neural pathways remained healthy.
Suddenly, we don't know why or how,
We lost our faith in these words,
As they started producing dishonest answers,
And other words like greed, corruption, and selfish,
Started holding sway.
It was not long after that,
The questions stopped,
And the five words that had served us so well,
Were more likely to be seen on the printed page,
Where they could be easily manipulated for other than honest purposes,
Than witnessed coming out of all but the bravest of lips.
If that was not enough for those lamenting their passing,
Many neural pathways began to disappear through lack of use,
And the words but why Daddy or But why Mommy became a fading echo,
To all but those of us old enough to remember,
When, When, What, Where, Why and How kept us honest,
And inflated Our IQ's.
Lest we all forget Hope and Love Still dwell yet in this world,
And a pathway to our hearts,
Is seldom blocked for good.
My eldest sister Amélie Beth...
ever the amateur family entomologist
Upon texting her a picture
(countless moments ago
since October ninth)
unfamiliar delicate looking critter -
(seen inside the apartment many times),
she quickly identified crane fly
agilely affixed to lampshade.
I figuratively tip hat at Tipulidae
long legged dainty insect
poised to strike proboscis,
where adults buzzfeed on
nectar from flowers or other outdoor plants
unlike larvae whose diet
constitutes decaying wood and vegetation.
Said winged six-legged invertebrate
of the class Insecta
resembles a mosquito on steroids,
and can freak people out, crane flies
pose absolutely zero harm
to bipedal hominids i.e. *****sapiens.
Detriment to human beings
ought not serve as benchmark
to assess purposefulness regarding
all creatures large and small,
rhetorical question cometh your way:
how came man/woman kind
as arbitrary arbiter
determining which animal
and/or plant species
can claim their sweepstake
linkedin with world wide ecological web?
If assigned role of divine creator,
(atop egg shaped noggin of mine
thorn of crown yours truly would don)
dutifully, eagerly and immediately trumpet,
whereby naked ape relegated to dung heap
feasted upon courtesy voracious grubs
chief among them
the Alaskan Bull Worm.
Life, liberty and pursuit of happiness
in sync with inalienable rights
decreed toward all flora and fauna
except nasty horrible brute
loosing wanton cruelty upon planet
bajillion dollar bounty on her/his head
plus forced to eat Peruvian puff peppers,
which measures 16 million Scoville units
(this drake just joshing you)
if she/he violates trespassing code
compromising, jeopardizing, or yawping
indignities heaped against the existence
of any organism
(except haughty human beings)
entitled to live
upon oblate spheroid.
Invariably survival of the fittest
will decree dominance
of one or another living entity
unless robots take over the world.
Dearest Amelie Beth Harris-Mcgeehan
If royalty moost likely
spotlight ye would dodge
nonetheless anointed, deemed, granted...
within humble abode
of your lodge
most righteous, magnanimous, gracious...
among confrère noblesse oblige.
Methinks twas foolhardy of me
when joost a mere young man
(more'n half agoo me lifespan)
ye always acknowledging me birthdate,
(although tomorrow a day early,
and dollar long)
regarding thirteenth of Jan.
Your sisterly affection doth buoy
inside mine heart and soul
first born of three offspring
begat courtesy Boyce
and Harriet Harris handed lead role
par exemplar to officiate (figuratively)
filial obeisance, particularly
when older analogous to foal
abiding maternal horse sense, thus I extol.
As your brother, rhetorical question I ask
how often did thee deserve to bask
within metaphorical sunshine to exceed
regarding care and concern emotional task
tenderly "mothering" kith and kin,
ye divinely didst shew,
especially yours truly
now he dost rue
he rarely did communicate -
hermetically within his
hermetically sealed queue
detached, isolated, outsourced,
I may as well lived in Peru
(think Machu Picchu)
courtesy schizoid personality disorder
leavened, prepared, and sprinkled with
obsessive compulsiveness
for good measure ooh
and aah barely registered
consciousness, and knew
not what blessedness constituted hew
as tremendous precious jewel few
chore birthdays promise with clear clue
how ye go above and beyond
call of sisterly duty aware remaining life
(mine) would be far inadequate to accrue
equitable devotional, emotional,
and financial recompense.
Hence feeble attempt
to distill some essence
with words that appear
incomprehensible and dense,
cuz writing more comfortable
verses talking, which
often jabbering (more like a wookie)
(think fictional hirsute humanoids
in Star Wars universe)
often makes no cents.
Tempus fugit fleets at light speed
quasi immortality conferred as generations rebreed
all the while unwittingly transmitting indeed
idiosyncrasies, mutations, quarks... such as greed
myopia, selfishness... at death sorrow doth bleed.