Long Sameness Poems
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What is the difference
between an anti-theist
and a pro-humanist?
What is the difference
between a terrorist
and a terrific zest?
What is the remainder
when subtracting NonZero-Sum WinWin outcomes
from Zero-Sum WinLose capital incomes?
Why do
Permaculture Designs
and Restorative Sacred Justice Resolutions
share the same healthy wealth goals?
If they do,
and why don't they,
if they don't?
What is the health value comparison
between competitive LeftBrain dominant educational disciplines
and cooperative Right/Left predominate deep learning co-invitations?
What is the therapeutic value
noticing differences between invidious comparisons
and virtuous contrasts,
between bipolar oppositions
and dipolar co-arising appositions?
What is difference
and sameness
within non-violently healthy communication
and compassionately wealthy co-empathy?
What are cooperative tipping point systems
in-between ecological LeftBrain health-cultures
and theological RightBrain sanctuary climates?
Between secular
and sacred,
nature
and spirit,
exhale
and inhale,
compete against pressure
and cooperate with atmosphere?
What is the difference
between a win/lose agnostic
about Earth's sacred integrity
and a Win/Win bicameral humanist
within Earth's health-optimizing
revolving
returning
recycling
repurposing
reweaving
redeeming
resonant
resilient
regenerative synergy?
What is cooperatively owned
pantheistic DNA
and profoundly democratic-trust energy,
bicamerally trans-humanistic,
polyculturally self/other empowering,
Win/Win co-investment
in wealth of health nutritional
bio- and geo-systems,
ego- and eco-therapeutic networks
yang- and yin-healing operations?
CONTEMPLATING YESTERDAY, TODAY & TOMORROW
Sitting here in deep thoughtful energy,
Things are not where they ought to be
In reflections on our lack of equanimity
In today’s USA Law and Order mentality:-
“Damn if I do…damn if I don’t”, has now become
An Oppressor Syndrome stagnation pandemic,
Leaving us wallowing in abject apathetic dismay;
Unaware that making change voids sameness:-
What is really true is “To not know is bad;”
“To not wish to know is worse” [and so sad].
Our Ancestors–with less–did so much more
Fighting the oppressive racist curse—
Leaving for you and me with so much-more less to do
with a challenge less worse:-
For those of you who wish to know
Just Goggle back 2 generations ago
And it will revealed for you to see
There’s even lesser to do by thee
You, yours, and some of theirs, already have voting rights;
All you all need to do is be registered and vote in June;
No matter what it is that itching in your brain, just know this;
There will still be even lesser to do with the lesser of the two:-
The seed is given;
Let’s get on with the sowing—
Reaping is waiting:-
2024
-1921
= 103*
We’ve come a long way;
Emancipation is here—
Liberation waits:-
We can no longer afford to be as apathetic caterpillars,
Self-cocooned and lingering about; cocooning time’s over.
Like freed butterflies, we must soar to those voting polls
And be as bees from the hives pollinating liberating pillars:-
Spring is blooming time…
Let the fruits of our labors
Be sweet and juicy…
*(Tulsa, OK. flashback itch)
In a Perfect World
In a perfect world we’d need no God
horses hooves would ne’er be shod
nor would the instinct to fight or flee
determine how you’d relate to me.
Each cue ball break would sink your balls
there’d be no whispering in the halls
if every word uttered is true
I wonder what they’d say ‘bout you.
When every woman is a perfect ten
what would make men look again
or cause the woman to entertain
hot fleeting glances all the same.
And if perchance perfection’s choices
damn us all with perfect voices
perfect volume, perfect tone
a perfect, numbing, endless, drone.
Sunrise, sunset, perfect sameness
perfection’s sinners, perfect, blameless
nothing to venture, nothing to gain
‘cuz everything turns out the same.
Everybody shares the wealth
dogs pick up after themselves
hats in boomeranged retreat
returned, and landed, at our feet.
Perfection is its own reward
no need for heaven or its God
angels, idle, listless, dopey
wings - participation trophy.
2/8/2016
submitted to – In a Perfect World – Poetry Contest
sponsor – Catie Lindsey
We walk divergent paths, you and I,
Two distinct journeys, like parallel lines in the sky,
Our minds, a dichotomy, a clash of thought and deed,
I navigate logic's realm, while you follow feelings' creed.
Our communication, a discordant symphony,
I'm measured, you're impulsive, a contrast in harmony,
My words, a calculated risk, yours, an emotional release,
We're worlds apart, in every conversation's peace.
Our goals, a tale of two desires, divergent and apart,
You chase the fleeting joy, while I pursue success's heart,
My vision, a horizon, stretching far and wide,
Yours, a narrow focus, on the present's tide.
You see the world through lenses, tinted with each passing day,
While I gaze into the future, with a roadmap to pave the way,
Your dreams, a vague notion, a whispered promise in the night,
Mine, a written manifesto, a beacon to guide my light.
You wear a mask of pretence, a facade to hide your pain,
While I stand bare, unapologetic, my truth, my refrain,
You chase the material throng, the external validation's sway,
While I seek the love that's true, the heart's authentic way.
Our backgrounds, a canvas, painted with different hues,
The way we were raised, a distinct narrative, in all we pursue,
Though birds of a feather may flock together, it's true,
We're different worlds apart, with little to break through.
Where understanding's needed, you fuel the conflict's fire,
And in the heat of discord, our differences conspire,
Our lives, a mismatch, like pieces that don't fit the frame,
I'm a serious soul, with purpose, while you seek a different claim.
I'm a warrior of prayer, with a heart that beats for more,
You don't believe in prayer, and that's where our paths diverge once more,
The differences between us, a chasm, wide and deep,
Two roads, diverging further, with each step we keep.
Yet, in this divergence, perhaps we'll find our own way,
To respect the differences, that shape our lives each day,
For in the end, it's not the sameness that makes us strong,
But the diversity of thought, that helps our spirits belong.
ONCE AGAIN: OF YESTERDAY, TODAY, AND TOMORROW
(Apropos Of Another Perspective)
Yesterday’s tomorrow has become today,
And will soon become tomorrow’s yesterday:
Associating change and sameness:-
Yesterday’s oppression remains with us today;
And with eyes on the prize, we continue to seek
Tomorrow’s coming reprieve:-
In doing so, let’s be mindful that yesterday’s ancestors did more with less,
Ensuring that we today, with more, would have less to do, to ensure that
Tomorrow’s heirs would indeed be in the gaining of coming liberty:-
Thus, each day perpendicular to the blessed earth, give praise and thanksgiving,
That each day is the blessed day given to us by our Savior’s assurance, that
“Where the spirit of the Lord is, there is liberty.”
The difference
and sameness
I sense
between Buddha's Illusion
and Capitalism's Golden Illumination
Lies in my assumption
of natural Yang v Yin awareness,
LeftBrain dominant
AND spiritual Yin/Yang
bilaterally balancing consciousness
of RightBrain regenerative justice
in Earth's peace paradise
Through this narrow double-binding way
of universal compassion
and democratic co-investment
Bicameral Illumination
becomes strong Not/Not Illusion
when I lose hold of Lose/Lose Aversion
to Yin's fulfilled feeling of EgoDeath
as also Yang's loss
of disconnected
disloyal
dissociated
disembodied loss
of ego-reductive apartheid life.
The difference
and sameness
I sense
between Yang's empowering life
and anger about climax-induced ego-loss,
and Yin's illuminating death
absorbs cold fear,
Warms peaceful promise
of future's healthy ebb and flowing promise
from Yang's past wealthy
viral win/win strong edging
and wanting,
climax belonging
and quiet relonging,
attachment
and aversion
Cooperatively co-invested
grasping and releasing,
inhaling and exhaling,
synergetic and disintegrative,
compassionate absorption
and passionate longing
to again belong
to primal peace paradise,
Inside re-encultured
as outside climatic
pre-climatic
re-acclimating to regenerative pre-historic life
and death
and life again
memories.
Like snowflakes, no two stars are alike,
despite their myriad declension,
to minuscule pin-pricks in sky above.
Unlike the sameness of sand-grains
scattered willy-nilly on a beach,
that no one notices or cares
of their randomness in profusions,
looking up, we see the pattern of stars,
unique, one by one or in gathered collusion.
In galaxies, the blinking stars curl and swirl.
Their spiral arms stream to awaken their dangling tales.
To the ancient star gazers the milky way appears as milk split
by the Greek goddess Hera while nursing Heracles.
Or as cornmeal crumbs dropped
as the Cherokee dog ran away.
It's a pathway, a rainbow, a river, a snake or a crocodile
connecting heavens and Earth,
connecting spirits and souls to hope and the underworld.
For us, here and now with all our fancy scopes,
The more you look, the more you see.
Each star in the sprinkle is unique in color, shape, age, and its twinkle.
The more you venture back in time,
into the myriads of mind boggling light years away,
the more the unique layers of patterns
are revealed, with countless, endless
myriads of possibilities, beyond apprehension,
in the milky way, supposedly spat out
by Big Bang spurts.
Long Thin Blade of Weariness...
gloom of daze parries the long thin blade of weariness
metaphors adjust frequency matched patterns of
interwoven connectivity through mirrored meaning...
sameness, a variation of conformity, eventuates in
perennial lack for something notable to
be rendered as an attendant distraction...
corsets laced tightly although furtively hidden...
armatures support long in the tooth masses of
wobbly flesh and bones devouring kindred signs of desire...
levied endowments of netting bespoken quietly
as their whispered confluence of thoughts,
still wet from their birth, makes for an interesting
Sunday brunch as served by some, received by others
halve to have not - who says who scrapes the salt
from the mines of harvested beingness?
who doth say anything at all?
2024
Through its foliage nature reveals art
When it snows see the imagination start
The seasons stand watch for birth and rebirth
Winter's endless sameness snows over earth
Sun sends crystals to shine on our altar
Earth's essential for life is just water
The Sky Siren sings as snow flakes flow
Falling from the seamless skies songs go
"Sparkle Snow": Luminescent, crystalline
designs - never the same
"Snowy Flakes": Millions of different droplets
form in flakes
"Slippery Snowing": Exhilarations of falling
downhill - skiing, sledding, racing, rolling
"Snowman Snow": Rolled up snow with
sticks 'n stones - creations who'll never hurt me
"Snow Homes": Castles, caves and igloos too -
places to touch and go into
"Snow Sculptures": Art to see as something solid -
carved so nice, then turned to ice
"Snow Angels": Spirits of faith and belief -
becoming angels in snow relief -
hopes soar high when celestials fly
Snow is weather that surely stays
Shapes our lives for some of our days
Romantic white on moonlit nights
Life's memories, fantastic sights
Dedicated to Deborah Anne Pitt Abad who could identify different types of snow and Deborah Ann Gaul who loved all of nature
7/13/2020
Hanging the colorful umbrella by its study hook
Upon the damp dripping gray nautical rope.
Walk into darkness
'Pon the very long boardwalk.
Hemmed in on each side by pier post
And rope that holds no hope.
But in the East the sun everyday rises
Assurance in sameness there's no need to grope
Will soon there be a return to the same
Destination?
Pick up the umbrella and be reborn?
Only a dream is the returning
Life goes forward upon the boardwalk.
Once the colorful umbrella was left to swing in the breeze
All hope of picking it up again is lost.
Free Verse
February 27, 2014
Sponsor: Nette Onclaud
Contest: SYMBOLISM:THE UMBRELLA
Poet: Sara Kendrick
Visual # 2 depicted!