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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Christian Evangelical-Charismatic Republicans

I grew up with rural Michigan white red-neck evangelical root systems.
These did not always feed my multicultural self/other liberation of the GLBTQ subclimatic root system
for regeneratively healthy instincts,
yet I learned to survive within this fundamentalist-alien-straight Christian White anthro-culturally supremacist climate of heterosexuality
not understood as a fully regenerative multiculturally organic sexuality,
most certainly inclusive of GLBTQ,
among full-octave color rainbows of exegetically trusted truth 
with beautiful ecopolitical dynamics.

My staunchly farmerish  fundamentalist-nutritionist Christian parents
would no more know what to do with a Donald Trump as a Presidential Republican National Party Candidate
to become a White Male Republican Christian Preferably-Rural Fundamentalist EcoPolitical President of the United States,
running against incumbent General Dwight Eisenhower,
however I think he probably would not even have been an appropriate topic for polite, much less nutritional 
as integratively-spiritually appropriate for healthy developmental conversation.

Despite these agrarian Republican root-systemic memories
during my ecopolitically developing GLBTQ adolescence,
not a lot of people have asked
what I have seen and heard and smelled
within the approximately 200 years of tension
between a Republican/Elitist-WinLose NatureSpirit EcoPolitical Conservatism,
hoping to win for ego's embodied nature
even if they must thereby lose our multiculturing spiritual-experiential Salvation,
thereby a dark anger/fear mark against WinWin regenerative ecological health.

Today, I see this continuing Republican tendency
to distance economic and political elites
from our more humble,
yet somehow not too fearful-angry,
maybe touched by paranoia,
especially about the natural supremacy of heterosexually ecopolitical parents,
refusing to see possibilities for multiculturally ecological parenting as more optimally spiritually-nutritionally rooted in Jesus' Creation Story TimeLine.

By unremarkably co-arising dipolar contrariness,
the currently prevailing Democratic national through local nutrition strategy
of looking for opportunities of and for multicultural trust-building,
to permaculturally broaden a shared ecopolitical ecology of health
becoming together ego/eco bicameral-binary empowering
in a more dynamic healthy kind of GLBTQ thru Z kind of way.

While the historically unthinkable Republican Nominated Choice
labeled Donald Trump,
represents a remarkably not-Christian fundamentalist conundrum of a non-choice,
his own sense of supremacist entitlement
to interpret and prophecy fools of self-condemning hypocrisy
carries some resonance
for those premillennial die-hard evangelical White Republicans
where ecopolitical faith
is rooted in becoming stronger
than those who disagree with us,
while Hillary Clinton's embodiment of Democrat
cultivates co-empathic trust
among constituencies feeling disconnected from multicultural promise
of healthy democratic inclusion of diversity
as an intrinsically therapeutic positive
for ecological climate-healthywealthy outcomes,
more ecotherapeutic
than the more anthro-elitist monoculturing ecopolitics,
LeftBrain way too Male TestosteroneThymine Dominant elitism 
of Old School Rural White 1950s Michigan Republicanism.

Today's Republican has upstaged Fundamentalism
with more excessively climatic Rabid Paranoid Terrorist 
WinLose-politically and economically preferred proclivities,
but not quite a full-blown climate LoseLose death-wish rabidity 
searching out invisible Climate Win prospects for regenerative health,
while nakedly investing in 
further dissonant discomforting cognitive-affective suboptimally degenerative suffering multiculturally rainbow-rooted DNA/RNA ribonucleic systems.

Donald Trump was chosen over other nutritional-enspiriting alternatives,
chosen to lead through condemning those unlike him
as false prophets of hypocrisy and cunning
toward unhealthy liberating multicultural power-sharing intents,
sometimes vengefully judgmental
of us lesser non-elites,
now both evangelical White non-elite would-be farmers and feminists
on around the growing rainbow of multiculturing margins,
on through the cystosine-nurturing more LeftRight ecobalanced half of the U.S. adult nature relations,
and just as oxymoronic to be an Evangelical Christian Republican
as it is to be a Transgender Republican.

For Jesus of Nazareth, the poor and marginalized,
homeless and hungry,
and especially their children,
were more sympathetic comrades than Monoculturing Elitist Pharisees
they were sadusees, too, like us right now,
having been robbed of our parents' Republican Supremacist paranoid-competitive belonging, 
nurturing ecopolitical as ecological longing,
no longer deep learning paranoia
for interior and exterior ecopathologies of YHWHGod's unkind impersonal
lack of omnipotent love,
our unresolved theological problem of evil NonRepublican NonChristians,
and why similar rainy outdoor wedding crappy days
fall on fully invested Republican Christians,
who never quite fully believe in the power of a personally-invested God the Good Father
in exactly the same unreflected way
from that nightmare's dream on through death's dualdark portal.

What happens now that our Republican EmpireBuilder 
has become seen with too-naked vulnerability
to collectively hide our own egocentric predative paranoia from ourselves,
fear and anger about radically full-speciating inclusion
of ecopolitical Democrats,
regenerating empowerment's healthier climates of pronoia liberation?

Perhaps positive psychology
as therapeutic ecopolitical judgment
on behalf of mutual help
rather than continuing to seek power
through mutually condemning judgments,
competitive WinLose ecopolitical choices,
reborn faith in higher WinWin power 
optimizing Earth as Tribal Home,
no longer anawim of our own optimally organic Body of Christ potential.

Christians
truly investing in Christ's physical/mental health.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Where do we come in

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what we saw dreamt of as part of our lives in marble  stone  rock  twisted metal  scrawled hieroglyphics of the tortured deserting mind do we have to leave then or when or do we strain for more  ours and others
lives in one vista of the whole on the tele they are playing games   plentiful games  rubber boats  caves and scaly cardboard mountains in gluey-glossy plastic colours each team was flown in on the sponsor’s purse each team member  tailored for each part  sporting spotted crocodile scales  bunny tails  blown butterfly ears  bearhair streaming down from head to toe in a brownish hugging fur hue before and after  the sponsor’s exclusive breaktime slot invited guests clapping deaf on peak dinnertime  and for millions and millions of others relaxing at home  or maybe standing leaning against the open door or lolling on sofas  sweetmeats within reach of crawling fingers  highballs in handsafter lush juices streaking down protein-heaped plates turned to a gravy curd on the low table that the au pair would remove before the programme end   while the prize board chalked hundreds of thousands  for those who merely did nothing else other than have themselves a ball
      in whose stomach-holes do the golf balls sink  	

	the postman in the morning brings in the Waste Industry’s thick envelopes stuffed with multi-coloured magazines together with ball-points with your name inscribed as though you were to be called on to affix your signature to international treaties that last only as long as the ball-point would that is to say three and half days if you use it only twice your name and add elegantly embossed on handsome stickers asking for handouts with glorious recall of their efforts for the poor the sans abri the diabetics the heart-stricken the spastics the handicapped the endless medical research for cancer how many million times can research be duplicated and all those lush colours in deluxe printed covers  if only they could print a poem for some poet without a literary agent every time they send out a bulging envelope  you give to one and the whole damned carnival is at your door cymbals clanging voices hymning every week of the year  year in and year out they send you their mag with professional photos of dying but well-fed sick forsaken-looking children posing from Ethiopia India Costa Rica ha the Rich Coast what you give in return cannot cover the cost of stamps after a mere stream of au secour calls for oeuvres caritatives during a period of weeks or months  
	in whose sick souls do the golf balls sink
what are they doing so wonderful that is not like the blaring blazé voice of the compère on the tele on a Saturday evening primetime show who gets paid in the hundreds of thousands just because he’s a celebrity and all the made-moi-selles in the front row with tongues lolling would at the slightest glance be ready to lick their hands  a tincan Saturday night chivalrous mounted charger whom the hebdomadaire hounds write pages and pages about their visits to any old place what they wear which senorita worshipping at their lapels  so often that people don’t look at their faces anymore for they know every feature by heart every trait every dimple and pimple  
in whose brain holes do the golf balls sink
right round the year shine tennis stars  the same faces jumping up and down the ATP  grunting and swearing after balls that bounce out and away from their needless hands their eyes straining beyond all measure of human endurance  each ball they hit virtually a hundred dollar bill  and when they are pushed down in the ATP list by the fresh teens buoyed by muscle tyre-lessness  there’s always the clowning in the rigged up exhibition matches or the doubles or mixed doubles Man and John  Yan and JM to take the laugh out of the bounce in the yo-yo ATP also-ran list
	in whose psyche-holes do the golf balls sink 
what do they send in the post to the directors of the beggars’ opera  what do popstars contribute they who sell the I heard that classical melody song on bandaid to millions and get gold in return infinitely more than they can use   who filled the paupers’ grave with Mozart  who gives a thought to the lonely pilfered Cervantes but the Sancho of his delirium
in whose a-holes do the golf balls sink
was that MJ gyrating grabbing his crotch in a spacecraft  the decor specially ordered and paid for   for the nonce  what did it cost  what’s the cost of an Ethiopian peasant Indian meal a day  uncooked corn or flour douzed in tinned or dried milk  the surplus waste of white markets  all above-board of course   eaten out of rusty discarded worm-twirling tins and cans and shells of infested coconuts
	in whose dream-holes do the golf balls sink  
	where do the directoires of the beggars’ opera dine what do they suck on  and how often do they sup together in the name of the needy all over the romping world  do they wine themselves while gobbling on foie gras caviar shark’s fin and pheasant or is this an impudent question  you the charity-mongers
   so here we come in   
in medias res
	it ain’t mon problème that the needy can’t ask but in the street   i’m not the conscience of the world  the grapes of wrath  the martyrised conscience of the common Indian patting tortias on the mud patch a strong people don’t need a strong man how do you make a people strong if not with tortias and chilli con carne  are they still strong where Zapata left only his riddled body in straw sandals  has the Indian peasant still enough fight left in him where drug cartels rule a kingdom where ideals hardly thrust up on reefers
follow the golf balls and squirm jumping up and down in a squirting frenzy on the mons veneris
© T. Wignesan –Paris, 1997  From the collection (revised) : longhand notes (a binding of poems), 1999.

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by liam mcdaid | Details |

Truth is all an act in government exposed

One small little country which houses 
one of the highest paid governments 
in this modern world joke ran upside down

A big part of our life existing reality 
when the backbone is gone snakes appear with light surely 
we spend working for slave masters who get rich of our toils quickly

Paying us poor wages beneath worth middle men 
when fat cats do little honesty whips out 
fairness in the way of work very shy who cares

Because of what the banks done bonuses where paid 
to them that destroyed the building of our country 
highly qualified tradesmen left on the street

Without a shred of pity unemployment has risen 
all our young have left to foreign lands few have returned
tens of thousands I mean addressing it truthfully

Unemployment has not changed hidden secrets spill beans 
there is few jobs in our county facts on the streets speak 
job seekers they call us now with branding irons

Builders can build this country to glory again
yet now we are classed of little worth sent out to sweep streets 
picking up the rubbish where we belong former taxpayers

Corruption when you feel the sadness of truth 
involved in the structure of thousands of homes 
hotels petrol stations even the construction of prisons

Now we are worthless on the streets of our own land 
at a time we were the highest taxpayers of this state 
we now pick up the bankers tab and effects from Europe's deal

Honesty has a funny way of drawing pictures 
lucky our state does not protect innocent people anymore 
without evidence I was arrested on German hear say

My family suffered seeing what I was going through 
long gone is the days of our state justice 
not one person of the state said sorry when I won my case

Held in chains this is my truth If my country would of stood 
up for me as there was no evidence to support such claims 
In my battle kept down made me smarter opening my eyes

Claiming higher ground class beggars bowl out 
hands on now I am a builder one noble profession 
hard working people like us stand the test of time

Paddies we built the cities a legacy stands in concrete 
handed down from our forefathers trades 
hard working men and women of Erin

Sons and daughters worked the green land over
for centuries we have been raped and plundered 
cruelty our sovereignty has been stolen away from us

State owed by the people oil under our soil talk of gold 
enough gas to heat our little island sold out shame 
with out the consent of its citizens power of attorney give

Setting wages to suit elite bodies opens the eyes closed 
non profitable businesses paid by taxpayers government 
Unfair grounds bared selling rights away trail of tears

Keeping people at the lower end scales silver justice 
slaves unto the organ grinders note forced correct term 
There goal is so undemocratic politically set falsehood lies

Forced down so they will not rise the poor struggle 
uneducated fools behind veils we see Holy smoke 
Minimum wage a complete and utter joke

Unlivable as prices soar out of control insurance rockets 
for toughest jobs beneath suits employed struggling 
be realistic we receive a pension at seventy respect

I cannot stop laughing at stupidity when it strikes a funny key 
bones aching approaching middle age life's labour exposed 
wore done from years of sweat even blood dripped

Joke of the century double standards stop for a moment 
hiding away with your secret pacts undisclosed truths reveal 
for the workers vote government bodies take note think

Should be the same all around lead by example set down 
we fought against slavery once before our forefathers 
freedom and civil rights for the working class to speak

Middle class has almost been deleted from society 
as monies are less and the work load doubled 
for peanuts a third of the value meaning work until death

Logic rents in cities increase backwards peddling rotten apples 
as the vice like grips society happiness is rare and beautiful 
Long hours less holidays in most cases very true

Homeless has risen to an all time high 
hospitals people are dying on trolleys fact 
even cutting funding to the disabled beneath par

Grants are cut in the arts field to virtually nothing 
roads are in disrepair in dark wet nights dangerous 
without cats eyes a safety risk to motorists meeting

Motor tax is daylight robbery only new cars have little tax 
hitting those less well off playing the game 
property tax laugh a minute after paying tax on materials

Now water tax another con to control natural energy 
our seas are being plundered as quotas are enforced 
by Europe on our seas controlled without out consent

Do we bend over as a people backwards as our riches are stolen 
do we know or learn any lessons from past tense democracy 
taxes make it better for our children they say

Long gone are the days people trading from their toils 
organic healthy food sold in small shops from local farmers market 
past tense fresh milk in a bottle was always beautiful to drink

Even milk is not the same as they fill it now with substitutes 
no such thing as fresh eggs in the supermarkets or meat 
everything has been sold to big co operatives

My granny told the same story struggling away back 
our country is going backwards in time controlling food 
people have lost the meaning of life

Poisonous goods sold in shops Gmos 
next it will be steroid filled meat nothing healthy anymore 
even farms have shut down emigration so many young gone

Why a country is beginning to cut the elderly 
leaving it cold a cruel blow in truth for those now retired 
They believed the lies but i don't

Now seeing so many of the straws that breaks a camels back 
looking through the needle eye of greed no remorse 
instead we struggle on in our every day hardships right

Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Unquotable quotes: Janitor, Gardienne, Portero, Sereno, Hausgast -XXXI Part One

Unquotable quotes: The Janitor, Gardienne, Landlady, Housekeeper, Portero, the Sereno and the Hausgast – XXXI  Part One

Be they so named or not in these here parts, visions of shrieking furies with Gorgon heads and frightful temple-guardian Dvarapalas and Gothic Frankensteins with blood-dripping fangs and gnarled claws loom into view at the very thought of these gentle folk. 

This class of saintly women  cannot but live off the mass of urban populations under the pretext of serving the latter as their hand-and-foot maidens. Gare à vous!

The C.S. (Conseil syndical), the all-powerful co-proprietors council which decides what is to be done with the monies they require residents to pay for the so-called upkeep of the place under their control. The CS - mainly composed of women: housewives, spinsters, widows and old maids, with one or two crusty men thrown in for good measure - is supposed to be elected by the entire number of co-proprietors at the annual general assembly, but, in actual fact, the inscrutable ways of democracy being such the ring leaders canvass and obtain by proxy the majority of votes to do whatever it pleases them.

The Syndic administers the accounts of the co-property: collection of provisions, payment for services rendered by plumbers, electricians, lift and intercom maintenance technicians, insecticide sprayers, including the payment of the whopping salary to the gardienne (and her otherwise employed husband), and of course the famous organization of the General Assembly when decisions taken by the CS are put to the vote for the succeeding year’s expenditures. The president of the CS also maintains a common account from which (s)he pays for certain emergency services, the sums of which (s)he recovers from the Syndic, however.

Now, the rub is this: the Syndic receives payment for his services; the gardienne is paid a regular salary, but the CS, nothing. Their services are considered to be offered in an altruistic spirit for the betterment of the co-proprietors, but is this the case? Th	at’s for you to decide. It is however a convention among all the residents that they may help themselves as and when they please to whatever appears appropriate in the circumstances and here much developed forms of imaginative speculation is required to guess at what they can do to pay themselves for what may be considered “work” whether foul or not.

The gardienne has the quintessential role in this set-up. She knows the ropes, for her kind on a national level have managed all exigencies and are worldly-wise about how to keep the money flowing.  She informs and directs the hand of the president of the CS who then allows her a sizeable cut of the purse. For this purpose, a whole array of service providers who are willing to cooperate are called upon to serve them.  And the coproprietors don’t much bother about who benefits from what, so long as the job gets done, and they are not put out - much too much - of their pockets.  Their least of all concerns is the legality of the situation. In this thieves paradise, the insurance companies’ employees too willingly play the game by shutting a conniving eye to misdeeds.

Little wonder then that in Napoleonic territory, the chief players in this particular form of laissez-faire hail inevitably from the Mediterranean countries. Only such a state of affairs could have provoked the greatest wit in these parts to comment: “…wherever you go in France, you will find that the(ir) three chief occupations are making love, backbiting, and talking nonsense.” Cf Candide by Voltaire.) 


                     The Terror at the Door

There she blows the tough lump twitching rude bums
   Riding on the mop stick between wily witchy thighs
Nasty tongue lolling with itchy gossipy gums
   Messy breasts soured by curdled milk‘s retchy sighs

Mean glutton button eyes on the lookout for victims
   Those without rich connections the lone occupants
On whom she unleashes her venom her whims
   The hushed neighbourhood numbed by wails by rants

Each morning the terror strikes at some bolted door
   Some migrant woman in arrears rent husband on dole
Accusing the wretch of littering some space out of door
   Summoning to witness the mighty indigene soul

Each night she’ll scorch indecent threats on paper:
   “He who laid that lame cabinet down by the basement
I know by name – Before the day grows duller
   I’ll have him arraigned by holy writ’s firmament!”

So she’ll whine and she’ll grind her victims to pulp
   Till she’s got them all on the run tout azimut     
While she fawns kiss-asses the rich who cuddle pup
   At the buildings entrance where she sets up court

There to villify denigrate and condemn
   Those who dared point a finger at what she got
To justify phantom expense free flat unearned gem 
   The terror at the door the lèche-cul lèche-bottes

This migrant terror who would not finish school
   Sports a sinecure even Ph. Ds cannot earn
Add to that kickbacks from fake contracts drool
   And payments from useless chores money to burn

Do Lords of the Manor tolerate terror at their door
   Turn masochist key in keyhole of prison
What system of human rights permits such horror
   A land that’s seedbed to such criminal poison

Everyone’s out to break the coded law at will
   Who’s there to watch over other individuals’ rights
Can the system of Justice prevent wanton kill
   When the vast majority abhor others’ written rights

When rulers and electors are left to their devices
   All turn a deaf ear to open faults and crimes
The people show brazen courage in upholding vices
   So long as those who suffer do not decry the times

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Allah and Buddha were Talking

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and all Earth tribes,
but primally amongst your anthro-Allah loving selves.

Buddha thinks
we under-invest using this cooperatively intended gift
to speak clearly
and honestly
with candid integrity
about what "I need"
and what "I really do not need more of,
or any longer."

Perhaps at work
in your vocation
you get along confluently,
most folks act professionally
and politically
and socially
and economically
and ecologically
and healthily correct.

Yet, notice
next time
perhaps even within yourself,
within your family,
with your spouse,
with your kids
especially with those teenagers,
how much time do we invest
prattling happily
and sometimes ranting unhappily along
about what we want or wish for,
don't want and would never care to see
or hear
again;
now compare to your investment
conversing about what you most need
and what you most critically,
yet also chronically,
most specifically do not need
in your healthy intended and practiced life,
and in your death-trending non-life
of false wealthy abundance,
yet ultimate loss.

We might turn to our professional colleague at work
say "I could use a cup of coffee."
but we would probably never say,
"I need more stimulants in my system
or this situation will put me to sleep."

We might say to our oppositionally obsessed daughter,
"If you throw that one-eyed Zoe doll down the stairs again
in the middle of this clunky throbbing night,
you can predict its immediate demise
in the trashcan of life!!!"
but seldom think to say
"I need for us to figure out a less alarming way
for you to wake me
when you need my attention,
and for you to let me sleep
when you merely want me."

Why are we more comfortable
telling our life partners,
"I don't feel like it tonight"
and less comfortable adding,
"but a back and foot and scalp massage would be heaven."

Seems like we would all be somewhat healthier
wealthier
and wiser
if we were more articulate
about our bodies' "need" language
while less reductively focused on
our little ego's cognitive "want"
"don't want" messages.

And, for that matter,
Allah adds
it might be nicer
if your national and global political conversations
followed this same trend
of ecological body integrity
with Buddha-mind communication patterns.

Rather than
"If you keep killing those innocent victims,
I'm going to spank you
and starve you."
as if sociopathology had not had quite enough of both
rather than co-mentored love,
what about,
"I do not need you to lead us toward more death.
I do need you to do what we elected
and supported
and expected you to do,
to facilitate positive health and wealth trends
for me
and all Earth's Tribes,
for life,
and all Time's incarnating needs for health right now,
through future's timeless generations,
positively trending outcomes
rooted in needs and not needs,
not-so-much about what you want
and don't want
for your small-minded anthro-exclusive future."

Our global Buddha body,
Earth as Sanghakaya
multisystemic incarnational economic school of ecojustice,
evolves religious as cultural sanity
screaming for cooperative healing
while speaking PC
through appropriate channels
how nice we could all be
through competing for wealth
by following Allah's nature and nation-building rules
of healthy reason,
inclusive organic seasons without threat of treason.

Our bodies need to compete cooperatively
even more than our minds want
to cooperatively compete.

It                   We
IS                  ISn't
crazy              sane
to                   not to
kill                 communicate
against            with
those               you
"Allah              "Allah creation
has                  has not
created"           destroyed"
without             with
first                 terminally
sharing             killing
Allah                Allah creation's
beauty and joy  ugly and sorrow
hospitality         ballistics
generosity        competitive selfishness
integrity.          mendacity.

When economic interest in ego
exceeds equivalent value
for eco-logical interest
and comprehensive assurance coverage
in healthy wealth optimization,
then ego mind
operates out of cognitively dominant "want"
messages
rather than bodily-centered "eco-need"
messages,
rich environmental responses,
and healthy dialogue
of about and for optimizing life trends.

How could we incarnate
create
regenerate
economic or psychic wealth and health
not eco-logically balanced,
positively trending toward "beloved"
or "climax"
healthy-wealth nutritional optimization
meeting Continuous Quality Improvement
Permacultural Standards
of Positive Design
and universally-uniting, integral, dialectic Development?

And, even if we could,
Buddha body would hate it
and Western mind
would disrupt into further cognitive-reductive dissonance,
rather than this emerging eco-consciousness
of Allah's incarnating mind as body-wisdom,
seeing while seeking continuous religious experience.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

King Solomon and Jonathon

Said King Solomon to Jonathon,
speculatively,
"Think of helium
as saturating the eggwhite understory
of this immense Earth-atmosphere
egg-incubator sack of hydrogen-saturated
wet air breathing in heat and light co-informing
to breathe out teleological
and permaculturally multisystemic
meaning and purpose 
for further co-operative becoming."

Warmly
and lightly
responded Jonathon,
son of bicameral love,
"I think of billowing cumulous clouds
ballistically foreshadowing
our ballasting clear blue sky,
like "death" and "life" are just human individuation-language
for Eco's recycling RNA-syntax and beauty and health,
universally radiant
unitarianly co-gravitational
co-arising breath."

King Solomon co-prehended,
"This Life is our encultured Time,
and Time's natural evolutionary
and revolutionary purpose
is primordial
and eco-centric,
rather than human nature's anthrocentric language
of meaning as co-inspiring intent."

"If that were true
what could this mean
for you and me?"
asked Jonathon
with some immediate concerns
about the evolution of our human race toward
naturally cooperative ecological culture,
and could it ever explicate our cooperative vocational
eco-centric purpose
for each day,
each choice,
the sacred co-operative co-arising value of each life,
human and otherwise,
each bionic form
with self-optimizing regenerative
slow-positive evolutionary growth abundance
of healthy-wealth,
with polyparadigmatic eco-cosciousness,
with multisystemic CQI therapeutic standards
for both deductive/inductive balanced values,
digitally QBit trend (-,-) Win-Win double-binding binary,
analogically biologic as ecological economics and 
Earth Rights political optimization power,
much less tglbq old and young minority-identified people's rights
not to be climatically and chronically bullied
by overly-commodified-quantified dis-eco-normic
suboptimization values
with high risk of failure to thrive.

Empathetically responded King Solomon,
"With Our exegetical care of eco-consciousness
as health and wealth of wisdom,
and interdependent assets v. liabilities,
we emerge more free
to discern those nutritionally meaningful positive-organic outcomes
most likely to enrich our ego-eco balancing polycultural identity
as binomially orthopracticing vocationers."

"That both does and does not sound
quite right
somehow"
concerned Jonathon's mind of bilateral Time-squared
as interior landscape enlightenment,
Zero-Zen-center-home-nest-syntax,
bicameral information processing/producing/consuming
regenerating/decomposing
neurally balanced rational-intuitive
Universalistic syntax-system messages and language
with comprehensively Unitarian eco-consciousness intent.

"How are Our co-arising environmental opportunities
and competitive risks,
and my own endosymbiotically responsive opportunities
and dissonating risks
co-derived, co-discerned, co-redeemed, co-mentored
in this here as now?"
asked King Solomon
sage wisely.

"Cooperatively co-arising economics
and ecological multisystemic therapy, design, and development
are not new eggs;
they are elder network-nests re-membering"
enlightened Jonathon's imagination.
"Eco-normic values are old RNA eggs
in a more recently ego-centric DNA nest
of stringing rings of Trees commodifying Life's Time."

"Cooperative co-arising economics and ecologic"
King Solomon analogized
"are my Right-Brain having her post-feminist
fractal-zeroistic
biometric way,
after a long reign of dominatrix
by an overly Yang-Left deductive-reductive
exegetical enculturation of history
as Win-Lose symbiotic dipolar evolution
by slow strangulation of all losers,
while ignoring deductive logic's
prime Eulerian Dynamic Function
in a 4 equivalent-dimensional Game Theory Dipolar-Balancing Corollary:
To Win-Win
transpose already existing Golden Rule Culture
into full-octave RNA syntax
inclusive of all Earth's Beloved Life-Tribes."

Jonathon,
who always had to have the last word
for reason which continued to escape him,
"I think a wiser King would use fewer words
and sing only the best psalms."



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

In My Home

In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballast Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear and anger,
even hatred for this Word itself.

"Crazy" ballast
begins with "I am"
and "we all are,
or could be,
or have been;"
a synonym for "Wild."

"Wildness" hunts a dipolar antonym
for "domesticated"
like difference and sameness
of wild yeast
with domestic yeast.

"Domesticated"
a Left-dominant economist's 
overly reductive
deductive
and enthusiastic synonym
for "commodified,"
even "exegeticalized"
or "orthodoxed"
as true, and good and rational, and just,
found to function
with quantifiable domesticated values
for efficiency and effectiveness,
utility,
useful,
especially for continuing 
our Win-Lose Left-brain dominating cultural game.

But, dear co-economists,
co-domestic politicians,
eco-logists, one and all inclusive
discerning languaged tribe of "crazy",
what has become domesticated
remains primally as wild as RNA's encryption,
syntax exegetically balancing regenerative harmonics
Nature's ecosystemic-logic
will only permaculturally allow,
and polyculturally love,
synergize,
analyze,
decompose from past and for future 
Wild's balancing regenerational outcomes;
you know, healthy kids, children, offspring, 
new regenerating eggs from old degenerating domestic nests.

Earth's Tribes are wild crazy universal,
despite DNA's uniting co-gravitating empathy
and regeneratively cooperative economic understory
of perma-enculturing phylogenic intent,
iconic whole-development language,
deductive(Left)/inductive(Right) orthopraxis,
Left-Right co-arising hemispheric ecotherapy,
balancing Wild-Rational-integrative eco-full 
biconceptual dipolar [reverse co-relational] consciousness.

If Wild is not Universalist
then our political economics
could not evolve Domestic Unitarian.

Earth Rights
include rights to evolve dipolar balancing Wild-consciousness,
bilateral images,
polypathic imagination,
biconceptual form with function,
incarnating co-operating ministrations,
co-redemptive information,
appositionally balancing intelligence,
DNA/RNA-fractal,
Zero-Soul timelessly TransParenting
reflective/reflexive Tree of Life Greets Death
Co-Messianic Exegenetically Bodhisattva Rooted,
+/(-,-) [plus OVER bi-laterally negative self-bound logic as positive-inductive co-operating form/function/flow/frequency]
tri-temporal yangspace/not-not linear binomial yintime.

YesYes!
+Yang,+Yang
Win-Win's
YinYin
NotNot (-,- binary balance)
Thermodynamic Prime-Binary Gaming EcoBioSystemic Equivalence.

In My home
"crazy" evolves three functions:
One, to see who is winning (and when and where and hopefully why),
Two, to hear who is losing (when and where and hopefully why),
Three, to decompose this losing wildness
into its imaged dipolar opposite,
to co-mentor eco-wins thru EgoDeath's
Plan B with A WinWin.

You heard it here
but I heard it first
way back in UU history.
Bilateral Zeroism as prime function
goes back at least to Bucky Fuller,
and One could be no more Plan B Universalist than he;
and he would be offended
if his UU cooperative co-creators
could not hear his "synergy" as Unitarian-istic "love"
and self/other wildly self-optimizing regenerative design
and permaculturally economic Tao-cooperative 
co-arising Left-Right healthy ecopolitical partnership development.





Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Global Earth Rights Party

Perhaps we might all agree
that life’s purpose appears to grow regenerativity,
recreative memories as positive
rising above, and yet within,
and both before and after,
less creative mistrusts of ambivalently evaporating pathology outcomes.

And, if self and other regenerative health
is the DNA and RNA stuff of history positive living
and the multiculturally orthodox reason for today
and actively hopeful reasons for and of tomorrow,
and all time’s future regenerations of species,
biosystemic political landscapes
with ecosystemically ecological climates,
then self and other governance began before enlightened conventions,
and declarations of freedom to regenerate powers with
through freedom from overly competitive ecopolitically powering-over constraints,
and subclimate constitutions of organic nationalistic incorporation,
but always reiterating WinWin reverse hierarchical nesting tree understory networks
of forests building biosystemic songs and dances
for and of Earth Rights.

Earth Rights to healthy positive
and not so much pathology negative
absence of regenerative health potential.
Earth Rights are also
self and other regenerative dipolar balance rights
and wrongs of LeftBrain dominant deductive-reductive history,
overpowering RightBrain co-empathic tree cooperatives
nurturing WinWin deep learning nutritional ecology,
compositions constituting undersung Earth Rights Proclamations,
ReFormations,
ReGenesis.

And so it seems we are already,
as this global anthrospecies,
some combination of anonymous and self-declaring Earth Rights Advocates,
remembering our international ecopolitical cooperative-regenerative party.
Together, each and every seasonal development year for growing health,
we erect another economic-politically empowered-disempowered ring
around our historic regenerative constitution story,
creation narratives of chaos, and complexity, 
and regenerative hope to try Golden Era LeftRight Balance again.

Perhaps Climate Rights Advocates
as also Human Rights and Wrongs Advocates
might facilitate and co-mentor this globally cooperative ecoconsciousness,
by cooperatively schooling and gifting forward our collective investments
to globally incorporate our Earth Rights EcoPolitical Party.
From this regenerative discernment
we could realign WinWin ecology’s health
with ecopolitically cooperative wealth
and invite all the other, lesser, nationalist political parties
to listen and learn within this organic cooperative fertility
about healthier platforms for helpfully caring for ourselves,
setting aside older WinLose condemning theological models,
to care for our extending family Others,
as Earth’s Golden Rule of ReGenerativity,
ecopolitical cooperativity
of LeftRight balancing trees,
well composted networks of root systemic ecopoliticians.

Perhaps an on-line Earth Rights and Wrongs WinWin Game
would help national and provincially competing ecopolitical professional followers
of degenerating paranoia
learn together to lead 
through cooperative co-mentoring facilitation
of Earth Tribal Right and Left TaoBalanced ecosystemic regenerativity.

Perhaps our colleges and kindergartens 
could become ReGenerative Earth Rights Gaming Party sites
for playing and deep learning
ecopolitical as ecologically balancing recreativity
of multicultural health,
without further conserving yet more self-condemning
monoculturing egocentric pathology.

That is,
if we do agree
that life appears to be for regenerativity
as death disappears into dissonant degenerativity.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Earth Rights of Play

In which ways were you and I born equal?
Equal rights to live,
to breathe,
to sustain our bodies,
our healthier relationships
with sufficient nutrients
of taste and sound and sight
smell and feeling and insight,
to express our truth with integrity,
with cooperative purpose and full-disclosure intent.

Yet, in all these senses of equal rights of persons
it feels insufficient to notice justice within human rights.
All nature has regenerative intelligence 
of autonomic fertile/sterile memory 
and interdependent purpose
speaking between the polarizing noses
and mouths
with regenerative nutritional functions
in reverse of sphincters with degenerative waste disposal functions,
one mindbody side dominant for consuming Yang nutrients,
the other side notnot recessive
double-bound knots of dialectically reiterative time 
for producing YinYin of ego-dissonant/eco-dipolar full-dialectic revolution, 
chaos,
cooperatively sharing global poly-regenerate rights of ecobalancing 
Tao-justice.

All Earth Tribes cooperatively,
ecotherapeutically,
share a rightness for breathing clean air,
to sustain our incarnate being
with sufficient nutrients of sensory absorption,
the mutuality of co-gravitation,
the kosmic-integral,
universe-unitarian/Fullerian balance of thermodynamics
and global electromagnetics
and revolving synergetics,
positive balancing double-negative
eco-biometric function and flow capacities,
to optimally improve our shared quality of well-being.

Health rights for all endosymbiotic evolutions of all Earth's Tribes,
as one united cooperatively networked  integral confederacy 
of PolyNomial Species as EcoEvolvingSystems,
all organs and cellular and quantum functions of (0)-ecocentric function
of all naturally yang-deductive:yin-inductively organized
bionic mutually informating systems.

All EarthTribe, together, enjoys equal rights,
responsibilities and authorities for optimal health,
sustainable ecotherapeutic quality
and value for DNA-and-ElderRNA solidarity
born of mutually subsidiary temporally dense-positive gratitude, 
indigenous to natural ecojustice permaculturally developing
love/synergy co-operative investment relationships.

Earth Rights are not limited
by kindness OR unkindness
by justice OR humanity;
but by natural YinEco-rights
AND YangEgo-lefts
resolve our balancing co-regeneration of dipolar
diastatic
revolution-time toward Open System
notnot negentropic LoseLose,
therefore,
WinWin Positive-ReGenerative Evolution
Tipping Toward
Less LoseLose Negative-DeGenerative Divestment
in YinYin's Love with Peace
reverse bipolar disposition,
angry-angst
facing off in
fear of fear in mirror irrationally unresolving life-health/death-pathology trends,
worthy of further winter decomposition,
embryonic seeds of Tao polyculturing climax of self-goverrnance 
principles of guild synergy, 
nutrient-community feeding on poly-encultured communication looping strings of regenerative normative DNA/RNA fractal-fold dipolar-bilateral prime-lines
for optimizing health-planning 
and developing redevelopments
of every co-arising nomial
in a unitarian surfing Tao sea
of Ebb loves Flo.

Whoever they are,
they seem to be happy together,
so who am I to judge
about their gimpy names,
or nippy games,
in once upon whatever matters.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

Unquotable quotes: Leftists XVIII

Unquotable quotes: Leftists – XVIII

(Note: What goes for the Left can go for the Right, too. All you need to do is to interpose the words wherever possible. Don’t read ideological warfare where there is none intended.)

If the Left is right, the Right cannot be in the right.
The more the Left splits right down the middle, the more the leftists in the Right.
Since everything on the Left is supposed to be socialist, on which side stands the National Socialist? Or do socialists refuse to subscribe to the notion of the Nation State?
In the now tamed Wild West, socialists of various sorts prefer to parade as democrats – an open affront to the European Welfare State.
The Left’s greatest achievement – first in the Western World and now everywhere else – is the un-buckling of the chastity belt, all due to a world famous French couple double.
To be thought of an intellectual, just affect being liberal and  “leftist”, but make certain you first bury the silver spoon you were born with: you can always dig it up when no one is looking. 
Leftists band together to oppress a fellow leftist when they fear the rattling of socialist skeletons in their own socialist sub-consciousness cupboard.
When the Right is bereft, the Left denies and denigrates the theft. 
Why is it that less attractive girls always – well, nearly always – parade with leftist stamps and stickers on their bosoms and bums in order to appear “chic-ly” artful and/or intellectual? On the other side, it would appear they prefer them straight and loose without the packaging or the slogan-chanting.
The Leftist label fits all who play ball with those screwballs who throw balls at night fall.
The great thing about being Centre Left is that at some time or other you’d rub shoulders with the Far Left to the Far Right of your rubber neck.
The Far Left suspects the Left more than the Far Right, for the Left insists on being thought of as the sole arbiters of rights.
Don’t turn Left unless the road ahead is blocked; in which case, turn Right-round and come back.
What feels good about being in the arms of the Left is that the Left’s left-hand comes right round to the Right – around your back.
Leave the Left and you’ll be left with no Right whatsoever.
Left hand and Right hand lock to form one big hug.
Left in the lurch is a right for no Church.
Left to yourself is a State no Right can dislodge from the ideological shelf.
The Centre Left can neither fall to the right nor to the left for its hands stretch out for balance to the Far Right and the Far Left.
Keep the Left hand and the Right hand always out of reach, and they’ll always be dirty – for does one know what the other does?
He who comes to equity must come with clean gloves even if the hands stay dirty.
Left side, Right brain; Right side, Left brain.
Why does the left-handed batsman always confound the right-handed bowler? Is it because the right-handed bowler has no arm left?
Left by Love is Right bloody rough; right in love makes one an incorrigible bluff.
Left hand, Right hand, two faces of the brain span – minus the pineal gland. Pinch each hand to see which can outstand the other.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, May 18, 2016



Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016

Long Poems