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Premium Member REFLECTION OF A WATERED ELDER

REFLECTIONS OF A WATERED ELDER

                                                IN AND OF WE GREENS  ?? 

                                                Like the bright green grass,
                                                We continue onward growth:
                                                God, fertilizing.

Our youth, moist and fresh,
Are in dire need of being dried and
Cured to withstand today's trying times.

Void of Rights of Passage–barely rooted
And anchored in the sustaining energy
Of ourstory, our youth have become like
Unchartered ships in aimless serpentine waters, 
Whorlwinding in a socio-psycho, bigoted cesspool:-

      In Proverbs and Psalms
       It has been collectively written:
       “Train a [child] in the way
       [They should go…[and] that the Lord
       Is [the] light in [their] salvation;
       [Whom] should [they] fear?”

The resurrection of the Village waits,
And the youth too; come, fellow elders,
Let us mirror and reflect ourstory’s journey
In a way our youths may envision their
Present-day destination: Least we fail
In ourstory’s present journeying:- 

  ??: Extended family name
Form: Prose


Premium Member It Sucks

IT SUCKS

      Social distancing the horrific curse.
      Covid two thousand ninety-nine
      bringing off and on quarantine. 
      Desolation - isolation entwined
                                                         It sucks.
               
      Social bond turning adverse.
      Strict restriction on lock down
      In vain hope for hasty count down
      Humans turning selfish or clown.
                                                           It sucks.

      Home confinement to embarrass.
       Socio -economy surreal
       Enthusiasm, on burial.
       Life practical, actions virtual
                                                          It sucks.
                                                      
       Global progress gets worse.
       Innocent public on isolation         
       No permanent solution
       Sinking in abyss of depression
                                                       It sucks.
                                                            
       When covid patient suffers  
       If hostile be neighbors
       Hospitals do not favor
       Patient not cared! To die! Whatever
                                                                It sucks.       

  
  08/13/20

 'It Sucks'  Contest  by Kai Michael Neumann
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Dominating Capitals

Competitive capitalism
is about dominance,
which increases separation,
space between Winner haves,
and Loser have-nots

Degenerating into polarized views
more culturally dominant
than old-school cooperative middle
in-between
socio-economic median disappearances

Away from civically active democratic imagination,
focus,
functionally experiential frames
favoring cooperative democracy
over capital plutocracy.

Democracy is about win/win bicameral consensus
which grows integrity
between co-investing Haves
and HaveNots,
depolarizes our EitherHave/OrNotHave 
eco-politically valued lives

Mediating in-between re-membering,
reweaving multigenerational cooperative
matriarchal empowering history
of mutually enlightening democratic health care

Through cooperative ownership
stewardship
citizenship
home and meal management
integrity of co-responsive thought and feelings,
polycultural communication
and multicultural energy systems

Refracting integral re-MEMEory
left-hemisphere empowering
right-hemisphere energetic win/win
neurological waves of win/lose healing 
win/win co-investing light.

Premium Member Protect Your Valuables

Capital Growing valuables,
liquid and solid infrastructural,
are also sacred AnthroElder artifacts for 
Future cooperative co-investment,

health preferring multicultural control
over thoughtlessly biased
ego left hemisphere privileged
AnthroSupremacist competitions
with other
lesser beings
competitively anxious
about sufficiency of Earth's healthy systemic limits
on perpetual economic
anti-ecologically dissonant 
Over-development

of remaining
positively deviant
multiculturally resilient health care systems
giving and polyculturally receiving
back to pre-historic timeless time
regenerating win/win cooperative
EarthMatriarchal
domestically nonhistoric
everyday sensory-neural experiences
of resilient bliss
seldom captured inside historically sanctified
patriotic national identity development

Non left-hemisphere dominant
yet felt Warm Wet Wombing
WorldWide Webbing
interdependently reweaving Stories of 
Climate health potential

through Cooperative Rule GoldStandards
for multiculturally AnthroCentric optimization
of resilient health,
as left-hemisphere appreciated
and robustly co-invested
in right-hemisphere eco-political
interdependently inclusive
Democratic wealth

looks and feels quite different
than StraightWhitePrivilegedPatriarchalism
Business as WestBrain EmpireBuilding Usual
YangPower v YintegralEnlightenment,
RightWing discameral imbalance;
Threat to climates of resilient Health

right here and now 
in globally interdependent
healthy communication history,

Whose messaging could you discern
interweaving trust
and mistrust
and active distrust

From which sources
and resources
do you listen?
and draw 
and most intelligently
Bicamerally design

for cooperative,
Liberal liberating love

for mutual co-investment
in multicultural wealth
political win/win healthy
empowering enlightened resonance,
emergent green democratic resilience,
Non-violently cooperative

socio-economic capital growing valuables,
liquid yintegral and solid yang infrastructural,
are also sacred AnthroElder artifacts for 
Future extended family's
cooperative economic health
ecological wealth 
in cooperative ecopolitical investments.

A Belated Ccv Das Kapital Event

A Belated CCV Das Kapital event...

regarding birthday anniversary
wicked candle box event burns bright
for Karl Marx,
who amazingly graced, 
and kindled pinterest
jumpstarting money fest destiny. 

Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany
to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx,
sans the third of nine children
(and second oldest heir)
Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks,
asper his two most controversial publications
titled The Communist Manifesto,
and Das Kapital,

which political philosophy
incubating seeds of life
of self destruction didst birth
doctrines of class struggle,
historical materialism, dearth
of equitable wealth, and inherent
contradictions of industrial capital
distributed unevenly
across avast swath of Earth
thus inviting his perspective
(conveniently exploited,

mined, and usurped) advocating
the working class (proletariat)
to expedite organized revolutionary action
to topple capitalism and bring about
socio-economic emancipation,
where wages of sin 
exchanged for labor bled
fingers to the bone life source, viz proletariat
till slaving laborer nearly 
became gratefully dead

despite being encased in 12 point
Times New Roman garb, 
who incessantly fed
insatiably maws of production,
(no way to get a supportive talking head)
particularly highlighted
within schema of Capitalism),
a predominant paradigm
stratifying society led
to internal tensions engendered
between bourgeoisie red

dilly controlling means
of production codified as said
as die a critical approach Marx coined
as historical materialism,
where figurative landmines 
forced one to tread
gingerly, thus above stated philosophy
would supposedly lead down the road
where self destruction wrought marriage
birthing Socialism offspring 
from shotgun wedding,

thus coaxing eventual establishment
to house scholar and gent 
of classless communist society meant
to establish free association 
of Indie producers who spent
exchanging merchandise amidst classless
campy population hood pitched a tent.


Premium Member There Are No More Magic Wands

There are no more magic wands
no magical “godmothers”
to wave them
to inspire the dreamers.

No more “threesomes” of
bears, little pigs, or billy goats.
The Little Red Hen has been replaced
By Gordon Ramsay.
Pinocchio denied his dream
of being a real boy.
“The Little Engine That Could”
Is being told that
“it shouldn’t have”.
Atlas has been told
to stop shrugging.
Dick and Jane
have been expelled from school
for running, jumping, laughing
and not having Spot neutered.
“Show and Tell”
has become an expose’
of family dysfunction.
Recess has been banned
as no one should be
faster, quicker, or better
than anyone…..at anything.
Grading systems have become
evaluations of socio-political conformity.
Teachers have become “The Muppets”
manipulated by unseen hands.
And yet……
Children still sword fight with sticks
race each other to see…..who’s the fastest
wrestle, fall down, get bruised….and..
get up again….
                          TO PLAY.

John G. Lawless
7/12/2021

Premium Member Optimizing Cooperative Relationships

NonViolent Communication practice
is rooted in non-violent
healthy relationship empowerment philosophy

Unaffiliated with
pathological disempowerment theology
of personal SuperGod's punishing injustice,
blame,
shame,
birth into guilty
sinful
despiritualized 
dissociative EarthNature.

CoPassionate co- and eco-relational metaphysics
depicts a speakable universe
for sharing loving resilient communications 
resonantly positive
meaningful 
vocational
natural/spiritual epistemology,
theory of deductive/inductive knowability

Through experiential pedagogy
of deep learning-listening experience
within either or both theological and ecological settings
hoping for divine and/or humane vocational cooperative communications

With interdependently positive social-economic-political
health/wealth co-relations
through integral 
holistic original Earth GeoMetric 
NonZero SourceZone
of Yang enlightening revolutions
transubstantiating deep dark Yintegral powers
of non-violently resilient
reverse temporal interrelationship. 

NonViolent nondualistic philo/theo-sophy
is rooted in deep learned compassion
multiculturally and polyculturally cooperative
socio-economic co-investing transactions,
co-operating practice
of non-violently ego/eco
inside/outside
self/other-passioning communication

In a verbal left-hemisphere dominant
humane/divine
ego/eco-logical
individualistic/communicantistic universe

Of nonverbal right-hemisphere unitarian
eco/theologically integral
therapeutically impassioned EarthJustice
speaking cooperatively out and in
secular/sacred vocations
synergetic avocations
empowering evocations
enlightening invocations 
passionately communing EarthPeace.

A Betrayed Secret

Anybody, yes, anybody,  can do poetry these days, though
getting it published is a tad more difficult.
For that you must be determined and thick-skinned,
irrespective of your talent,
and it’s plain sailing in any case,
if you’re both rich and vain.
You can write about anything, yes anything,
the less you worry about what, the better.
Let it come, doggerel will do
(McGonagall is now in Penguin, 
which only goes to show,
recognition comes soon, if you’re lucky,
but otherwise – late).
You can write badly or well.
If you write well, you’re sailing,
but if not, you’re making 
a valid socio-economic point.
Your work can be dull or interesting.
If it’s interesting, you’re sailing,
but if not, don’t worry –
some movement will pick you up.
If you rhyme, that’s fine, 
you crafty would-be laureate. If not,
who cares? There are plenty who hold
that rhymes are rot.
Be profound or light,
obscure or lucid, daft or bright.
If you’re bright, you’re sailing. If not,
the collective unconscious will undertake,
and if the sales are right, so who’s complaining
on your way to the bank?
Anyone, at any time (I’m pausing
during the marking of my pupils’ atrocious mistakes),
so anyone, yes anyone, can write poetry these days.
But don’t ask me how I know.
Form: Burlesque

Premium Member In the Rainbow of Reining Justice

IN THE RAINBOW OF REINING JUSTICE 

Red is the flowing blood of liberation;
Black is the blood that flows from arteries
of those systematically murdered and
denied justice by the systemic tools of
racism imposed upon hued lives walking,
running, driving, or merely standing still
in the land of the free and home of the brave.

Beneath its tarnished green hue, white
is the statue of liberty; and Ellis Island
welcoming stories tell tales of bigoted pride
that laid the foundation of founding fathers’
ease of documenting a declaration of racist
oppressive servitude of red-blooded blacks.

Thus became the red, white, and blue colors
of the racist inequality of an outlaw nation
with its counterfeit law and order legalities
that enabled it to nearly extinct one race and
enslave another—all in the name of liberty.

And while the written his-story of its startling
beginning has been a romanticizing saga of the
home of the free and equality for all, the truth
of such molded lies has been shattered upon the
red, white, and blue anvil of God’s promised justice.

Today, a rainbow cultured determined people—
energized with unique fueling of peace and love—now
seek to sterilize a recovering nation of its bigoted systemic
racist infestation; and remove from its socio-economic and
political systems, remaining cancerous tumors of varied hate.
Form: Prose

Flowers of Mid-Night

Flowers of Midnight
I am not a morning glory
I am damsel of the midnight
When misery struck my family,
wrath of God, classy people cite
To appease the Almighty,
pubescent girl at home be left...
as a "Devadasi" which meant
literally, " Servant of the Deity"
This immoral exploitation
veiled under wraps of religion
Ignorant, illiterate with superstition
my family lets me into this with celebration
A ritual follows during my initiation
into this system of south Indian society
and  'am declared deity's wife...
My new home the temple premise

All my life dreams in air collapse
At this point, am made a midnight flower
to the classy patrons and priests
My duty is to dance and sing
and cater to their insatiable carnal needs
I am craved for at nights 
and like trash rejected as dawn heralds
for I am their queen of the nights

I am a withered midnight flower
My fragrance lingers only at night
My voice subdued beneath my
footsteps as I dance to their dirty desires
My soul weeps in deep hiding suppressed
while outside emanate my forced joyful songs!
     © Anulaxmi Nayak, 2015


P.S: Devadasi system refers to immoral exploitation of girls who were dragged into prostitution in the name of religion which was deeply rooted in south-Indian states. Awareness and social reforms has removed this from society this centuries old deeply etched socio-religious malefic practice.My attempt just to throw light on this system and not to deal with several details and controversies associated with this.
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