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If enlightening SunGod is First (+1) Universal Cause,
then EarthGoddess empowers Last -(-0) Unitarian Effect
For optimizing both polynomially robust variables
and polypathically intricate inter-religious communications
co-nurturing Original Intent
Back in faith-fulfilling time to dense Hole
Forth in hopeful light DiPolarity
1/(0) BiLateral Sacred Universal-nominative Crown Convex
over
(0)/1 BiCameral Organic Unitarian-denominative Root ConCave Unitarian
Dipolar not-not co-arising
reverse-corollary co-passions
Elder RightBrain neuro-sexsensory regenerations
win/win polyvagal wealthy polynomial minds
in healthy polypathic bodies
co-mediating Tipping Point appositionals
co-arising +1 SunGod enlightenment
-(-0) EarthGoddess empowering
ego-elegant/eco-robust
Tao-Zen-Pythagorean?
informing/exforming nonduality,
bicamerally cooperative insight/out-cited
polynomially re-nouned
polypathic re-ligioning verbalizations.
Here I am sitting in the park again
Sapping the sweat from my face
My Spirit is at ease and mind is settled
The tumultuous moment has passed
And you have finally come out of the dark
The stage is set and I have won the final bet
Here I am sitting in the park again
Looking into the next chapter of the game
The leafs are spinning in the book
And I am looking for something delicious to cook
A bowl of creamed mushroom soup
with crushed parsley on top
Toad in hole, roasted lamb with lasagna
And baked potato stuffed with honey ham
Nice fresh juicy vegetable on the side
And pecan pie to wet my appetite
I don’t have a big appetite but I am delighted
When others have a full course meal
And sit quietly at the dinner table if they are able
Here I am sitting in the park absorbing smell of food
Smoke is going up in the air
Jerk chicken aroma is spreading everywhere,
Big robust Jamaican men
With muscles that is hard to bend
chop up the chicken in pieces
and serve the people in the street
I would love to see them get in order
When the new development is in place
I have an appetite for fine cuisine
And I adore fine restaurant
I like the smell of fresh homemade wine too
Pimento wine, pineapple wine,
Cinnamon wine, apple wine
and passion fruit wine
And you can even make wine from
from a combination of fruit juice
I just long to be in a big kitchen
Where I can experiment with everything
I will bake and I will cook and I will
Make and deliver my homemade to the schools
Orphanage and old people’s home
I am not really hungry because I have trained myself
Not to feel hunger but when I smell something good
I have to write it in the next chapter of my book
The social clubs, the dinner engagement
The private dance with breakfast on the lawn
A get together with old and new friends
And the final date that will lead you to the altar
It is Tuesday afternoon and I am sitting in the park
Thinking about the next chapter
The day is clean my spirit is free
And the sky with its bright golden cloud
is dancing above me.
What is the difference between a Rescuer
and a Facilitator?
A codependent
and a resilient health-enabler?
Why?
If we insist we must have at least one,
What is a difference
between a pan-sectarian Messiah/Bodhisattva,
a co-inviter into health-fertile mutual service
And, a compassioned co-facilitator,
an eco/ego-therapist,
An Other/Self-cooperative healer?
As for the first,
I look for a distinction,
unconscious or not,
between LeftEgo's self-dominant intent
for internal wealth-serving service,
growing more fame and less infamy,
more adoration and less apathy,
self-rescuing from an anonymous pit
of unprominent history;
On the other hand,
the Facilitator is an equal opportunity rescuer
for both Ego and Ego's healthy EcoHabitat,
including planet,
animals and plants and people,
foreign forests and HereNow complex technocratic cities,
far away deserts and internal oceans of motion,
former golden days and still perpetual nights,
past nutrition and future health,
ancient tribes and future families.
As for differences
between sacred CoMessiahs
and eco-over-ego secular therapists,
perhaps the difference between an integral spirit of abundant faith
and a robust soul for healthy and humble HereNow agnosticism,
like John Rawls' vulnerable veil of self/other unknowing,
perhaps this is one of those distinctions between metaphysical identities
without a RealTime physical nature difference,
The dubious difference between non-violent sacred communication
and enthymematic,
nondual-WinWin,
secular co-passionate discernment,
between LeftBrain active hope
for future cooperative healthy-wealth understanding,
and RightBrain historical faith
in ancient wealthy-health tribal experience
DNA's secular/sacred nonsectarian history
of rescuing ourselves
from dubious
dead-end
unhealthy differences.
What's the difference between what's metaphysically uplifting
and what's physically integral,
interdependent,
synergetic?
Maybe both are heavier
and one promises to co-arise lighter?
Weeping willow, why do your catkins caress the fields of sunflowers
when they themselves are hallucinogenic dreams dancing in the secret wind?
Why do your cold and rigid branches yearn for warmth when a smoldering fire burns within you,
between your wooden ribs, embracing you with its hidden and fiery flames?
Weeping willow, why do you let your branches be broken by the cruel gusts of the storm,
don't you know that the core of your heart is made of a strong alloy, like a shining armor?
Why do you let the rain-soaked leaves suffocate you under the angry and dark skies,
don't you know they only embrace you tenderly, not to choke you, but to offer you shelter?
Weeping willow, I look at you in the broken mirror, the crack suggesting the forgetting of truth,
that the glass is not half empty, but full of promises and unfulfilled dreams.
Yellow mushroom, don't you know it's madness to chase after ephemeral and illusory butterflies,
don't you know that your efforts to catch the sunlight are as futile as a broken dream?
Yellow mushroom, you thought you'd become a star on which people would wish,
or perhaps a poem people would read with open and dreaming hearts.
Don't you know you are the clear night sky, a crooked line in a stanza singing eternities?
Yellow mushroom, you didn't become a star, nor an astrologer, nor a dreamer of distant worlds,
you became a fool counting stars, like a pauper counting his copper coins,
you didn't become a poem, nor the poet who knows how to capture words in their free flight,
you became a fool with a pen, trying to capture a world too vast for coarse paper.
Yellow mushroom, I look at you in the old photograph with its dusty and time-forgotten frame,
the knot in my heart suggests I am envious of your carefree and boundless freedom,
while I am not, but the rot seeping through the soil makes the most vigorous willows weep,
but I, I do not weep, for the rot is enough to make the most robust mushrooms wither,
but the yellow mushrooms, the yellow mushrooms, live on in drawings put away in boxes,
hidden behind closed doors, where dreams and memories meet in eternal silence.
The gray of today
The gray of today
I was sinking in dismay
I was thinking in dismay
I was growing gaily and freely
Like the grassland so preciously
Oh, darling, please – try to understand
I’ve been reduced to sand
I was once a robust rock…I need your helping hand
I’m not myself today as you can see
Oh, on and on, I grow like weeds in the grassland
Can’t you see I’m not the sparkly sea?
I pray that you stay joyous and gay
The gray of today
The gray of today
I wish it would fade away
I was glowing like the zealous sun
In sunlit glee, I perish suddenly – misfortune has won
Oh, dear sunshine, put me at ease for the rest of my life
All my life, I’ve been searching for a friend in this world of chaos and strife
But, I was lost in a multitude
Yet, I had the attitude of gratitude
I wasn’t coming across as rude
I was nourished off of God’s food
Don’t cast me away into the cold, cruel night
Oh, I run and run, I gain insight
By observing the gray of today
To be grief-stricken and alone forever doesn’t give you the right to reject God’s splendorous sight
The gray of today
The gray of today
The black of the night
Makes my heart beat with fright
I look up at the sky –
Where is the sun? Where is the stars that shine and sway?
Depression weighs me down this distressed day
Why have you gone away? Why?
The gray of tomorrow
Will come and depart someday
But, I won’t fret or shed tears of sorrow
Soon, the sun will melt away the outlandish gray of today
But, most certainly not today
I will try to make out a smile
Oh friend of mine – fine! I will run the extra mile
For awhile
For awhile
The gray of today…I let my emptiness show
The gray of today…let the blessed breeze blow
Some say I reflect its gray tint
I believe them and I have a long way to go
I’m God’s golden gem – do you get the hint?
The gray of today
The gray of today
Perhaps…the blessed breeze will sweep it all away
Say what you wanna say
I want the gray of today
To fade away
Tended with diligent care and toiling
Prayed for against pest attack so severe
Being nurtured by God’s bountiful grace
Our church gardens* are flourishing indeed.
Abundant green and leafy vegetables
Sway healthily exuding their nutrients:
Camote, alugbati, and sili
Likewise, ampalaya, talong, okra.
Herbarium corner shouts vim and vigor
Since herbs serve with supplements’ readiness
There’s aloe vera; here’s serpentina
Sambong on the right; herbabuena, too.
Hedged with bamboos are ornamental plants
Vines and ivies find solace in their nook
Robust bushes, “fortune” and “welcome” reign
As shrubs of pink petiole and red gold peep.
Blest to be refreshed from these garden sites
I then linger near the acasia tree
Savoring oxygen breathed out freely
Thanking the Creator for flora-wealth.
Such is our Botanical Ministry
Offering sweet replenishment from stress
With greeneries’ beauty of wellness strength
Toward invigorating service-bliss.
*Jeremiah 29:5 …Plant gardens, and eat the fruit of them.
June 11, 2020
4th place, "Garden" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart; judged on 6/13/2020.
Written: November 14, 2023 For Robert James Liguori
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Sitting in my comfy chair with my injured knees
Insouciant spent time alone with my disease.
In which my companion bade me farewell.
To hoard a spot for me in her paradise dwell.
Dreams I had as a child flooded my mind.
Eat, study, and play without anguish or grind.
Being older never induced a query.
Neither did I pursue my parents' theory.
My languor body is ripe and showing its age.
It subsists, yet I witness a lassitude page.
In a mirror, I view a mellifluous, sketchy shape.
Upon the eyes of a child, struggle to escape.
I used to be a ring, all brilliant and smooth.
I slid through the night's lightning and sleuth.
Casting jovial rays in a haphazard course
While vestigial bellows heralded each source.
In this woebegone life, age, and frailty show.
As lichen cypress, we sway, graying, and slow.
We admit amorphous days to be a ripe apple.
Progeria grip pushes youth to grapple.
once robust and blooming stems of youth.
We aquiver to mellow, writhe, and cough.
Our eyes bore witness to the events of life.
The exquisite scene is a symphony of strife.
A sunken summer reveals a winter of fading light.
And the gossamers will be wilting before sight.
And the blithely petals will shortly wither away.
In a broken bucket, once balmy blooms display.
(alternately titled one me silly more till manufactured
from go win addle American
non refundable private parts)
each set of twenty three chromosomes
the basic biological building blocks
of life came out cervix
when second hand of analog clocks
barely and scarcely swept across dial,
wrought offspring appearance
as a pier a docks
closely resembling a monkey
perhaps...hmm...
maybe mother mated with a chimp
assimilating chromosomal flox
genetic combination brought about add hocks
viz bouncing baby boy skinny and fair game
as a pluperfect future target for jocks
when I took first gasp of air sputtered
like an old engine that knocks,
now just easing into ma deuce score
and xix year with hair reed locks
twittering, snorting, rattling nonetheless
became precious human dependent
with mat chew anti body mox
see for father and mother
to care despite expelling nox
shuss gas out derriere, which profuse flatulence
natural immunization
kept away infected kids with pox
nicknamed little buttock blaster
now sits in a comfy chair and rocks
reminiscing about boyhood
and a pooch named Socs
who told time applying faux paws vox
like tum make sounds resembling tick tocks
Nowadays every potential mom and dad
disappointed unless offspring(s) feverish follow fad
decreeing qualified as gifted birth of lass or lad
go wing great lengths to prod and push
progeny until a genius to be had
rather tubby thankful and gratefully glad
regaling robust surprise
packaged traits of yore
inheriting genetics descended
when early apes did de tour
terrestrial virgin earth
anatomically complete store
reed awesomely astounding miracle from spore
sized fertilized ovum (healthy
and sound baby boy or girl) hood roar
if lionized, which feline bellow mew might mean
change my dye ya pore
and pamper me sum more
gnome hatter wailing mama or papa ignore
thence nurturing baby pipes por favor
kinship knits omnipotent bond evermore
where tis instinctual to adore.
Chinks of light filter
thru pitchblack emotional prison
vestigial shadow figure hunkers,
an atrophied, mortified, petrified old man
implacable self destructive nemesis
birthed in league pitiful human shambles,
his abysmally forlorn existence
scotched, sabotaged, severely short changed
agonizing depression tortures psyche
family abandoned nsync,
entrenched self cannibalization
devastating vicious feedback loop
exhaustedly drained kith and kin
unconditional, unbridled, unalloyed... love,
no longer spouts, issues, gushes... profusely
familial fountainhead ceased functioning
dry as lovely bones
analogous to fossilized remains
once robust sibling affections,
in toto once dogged sisterly doting
twisted beyond recognition
ditto daughterly acclamation,
adoration, affection, appreciation...
on par with courtly
majestic Fontainebleau
once regaling Francis I (16th century king),
nothing but absolute zero bondage
shackled to solitary confinement
imprisoned impenetrable fortress invisible,
yet...ineradicable as
strongest Earthly material
isolation wrought since...
yours truly begat life in utero
punctuated when obstetrician
pronounced "it's a boy!"
Unbeknownst to very
short lived carefree being
neurological, mental, libidinal... flaws
would spell disaster
spanning scores of years
majority of existence (mine)
participation buzzfeeding livingsocial
shuttered within inaccessible dungeon
surrounded by deepest known moat,
within which flourished fearsome beasts
turned rogue, and conspired
assassination (not yet successful),
whereby one poker face
(born that way)
wretched soul condemned
to psychological abomination
forbidden to terminate
said despicable mortality,
thus suffers life sentence of
yawping, writhing, unnerving... tumult.
Halloween!
Dense dark is Halloween night.
when Moon is absolute absent.
On Full Moon, it shows bright.
‘Half Moon’ glows descent.
Stars sparkle, show blue light.
Moon, if turns ‘Crescent’
displays ghostly sight.
Haunted house.
Horrifying mouse.
Flying vampire, scary ghost,
wicked witch, cunning most,
kindling candle,
breaking handle
of rusted latch
just to catch
the fleeing rat
that safely sat
on fleshy pumpkin.
Ghost jumped in,
started to crave.
Bold and brave
baby went out,
robust and stout,
biting juicy candy.
Sipping blue brandy
parents danced, dreamed.
Barn owls swirled, screamed.
Kids, kith and kin danced with host.
Silent drums beat by invisible ghost.
Hello! Join Halloween party
Enjoy full: hale and hearty.
10/23/16
Halloween Contest by Eve Roper.
Third Place