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A humbling human crack
in every theological
God v Man
divine spirit v human nature
oppositional relationship
Monotheistic belief
in our sacred past,
religiously fine
but anti-polytheistic hope
desecrating Earth's polyculturally wealthy future,
irreligiously not OK.
Anthropocentric passion
and sacred love pleasure
cognitively and intuitively fine,
but EarthCentric dispassion
and organic life displeasure,
not cognitively or intuitively OK.
WE compassion
good-natured climate conservation
definitely fine,
but THEY dispassion
bad-spirited caste preservation
infinitely not OK
Cracks that whet
shared Light inside.
Some mornings I awaken slowly
to knowing too much
and yet never enough.
Some nights I drift off quickly
feeling too many disassociating memories,
never inviting enough connection.
Sometimes invitation into a healthier life
feels like addiction to wealthier love,
and vice versa.
Sometimes I wonder who decides
when a pregnancy has reached perfect climax;
Where more time inside would become toxic
yet not too soon for optimizing healthy outside invitation
into Earth's deeper and wider Gaian womb
of spiraling revolution.
Sometimes I feel changed
transformed
more cooperatively win/win co-acclimated
transubstantiated
creolizing
reformed
returning
reviewed by EarthMother ancestors
fulfilling MotherEarth's rebirth
of DNA-inspired nurturing nutritional prophecies
throughout history's Six Great Extinctions.
Sometimes we become the post-millennial herstory,
perfectly timed,
not too critically hot
and not too chronically cold
AllSouls culmination of climate rebirthing risk
and mutually therapeutic opportunity;
The Seventh bicameral enrapturing regeneration,
Left ego-natures
and Right eco-spirited,
secular/sacred cooperative,
Either/Or and Both/And
RightBrain more prominently egalitarian,
win/lose and win/win strategic health-game players
universal and unitarian,
walled ego-identities
and yet webbed ecotherapists
Yanged Yinning
seventh inning,
Three dimensional massive space energy
with One ZeroZone bilaterally open suspension
linear and yet non-linear,
perhaps wave spiraling solar and lunar revolutions
from EarthMother back
back
back into MotherEarth
restoring healthy prophetic rebirth,
not too ego-opportunistically soon
and yet not too ecopolitically late.
Some mornings I awaken quickly
to knowing too much toxic history
and yet never enough therapeutic re-creative herstory.
Pleased as punch
This mother quite proud
Flips up her tail
Neighing out loud
Her gait so lively
Her head held high
This bright young fella
Once a gleam in her eye
Unbridled spirit
Feeling so grand
The spitting image
Of his dear old man
Romping through fields
Free of reins
Thundering hoofs
Flying mane
A frisky young colt
Like dad in his day
Who was quite a stud
They were heard to say
Then back to the barn
When day is done
This spirited young colt
Was born to run
Resting for a while
Batteries recharged
Chomping at the bit
A spirit so large
Such unbridled youth
Exuberance defined
This pesky young colt
It's his moment to shine
©Jack Ellison 2012
*Image of Morning Rise by Giphy.
Spirited Gestures
Cast restlessness about the wind,
That toss and empty leaves from trees,
The autumn season sees them thinned,
A tingling sense of breathing squeeze,
Be auburn reds hint golden scene,
Like royal robes and crowning queen.
Genteel polish a crystal shine,
Oblige passage involving wake,
Luster beckons whispering shrine,
A pristine call edges a lake,
Mindful ears recognize courses,
Coming wafts like thirsty horses.
Slight Boreas push chills a bit,
Zephyrus cut short, warms again,
A tit for tat that never quit,
The disturbed rest till strength regain,
Nature takes heed and nothing more,
Benumbed deep down within its core.
Relaxed lay calm felt now surrounds,
Idling base fresh breezes fill,
Perianths rise and fall on grounds,
Prompts unfailing the currents spill,
Unseen traces the length of thee,
Forces abound heaven's decree.
2022 September 28
*8th Place*
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE
~~Brian Strand: Judged 2022 September 28
*RZ; ababcc, dedeff, ghghii, jkjkll. HMS; 8 syllables per 24 lines.
Soldiers Called
© 2009 (Jim Sularz)
In a strange Land, in a far-off Sea, ships set sail to scar Man and Earth.
When diplomacy fails, shattering Hopes for Peace, hate propels War’s unwanted birth.
Months and years of mock exercise and drills to check complete.
To prepare for a War that may never come, but is born when tyranny’s unleashed.
On that tearful day when Soldiers called, break formation to say goodbye.
Children rush out to clutch Soldier’s legs, tremble, and start to cry.
But Soldiers know, they have to go, to keep play soldiers safe.
From yet another tyranny, in yet, another place.
On embattled shores where fallen foes and heroes fiercely fight.
The battle ground will be sanctified by those who die that night.
Through the grime, and with sweat, and with blood, and with tears.
Through the horror of War, sometimes frozen with fear.
From battle to battle, fighting shore to shore.
Nothing escapes from the Hands of War.
Men killing Men with all of their might.
Unchain a Bomb with a blinding light.
When a long, brutal War finally ends - claiming it’s broken and countless dead.
The Boys that charged as a spirited Godsend - return dazed, War hardened, Iron Men.
And when some Soldiers come Home, they’re never quite the same.
Because their silent War rages on, every Night and every Day.
On Veteran’s day with the cheering crowds and the waving flags.
They celebrate the Soldier’s sacrifice in a very special way.
But a Soldier’s mind is just a flash away.
To a place called Hell where they died that day.
Now, with the Soldiers worn and their bodies bent.
A once embattled foe has become a friend.
And when the Day comes, to blow the final taps for all.
The old Units will be lined up and ready - for the last Roll Call.
From a reddish horrifying gloomy cloud which brings upon a frowning
beast~ I shall overcome and finally a smile shall bring me peace—poet :)
Smiles are weapons against pain
Armor protection for depression or hate
Diffusers for an opponent’s attack
Antidotes of dopamine and cortisol
Smiling eyes are the windows to the soul
some say, yet smiles can be deceiving
A player uses his charm that sweeps you away
An enemies leer stirs unspoken innuendos,
mouth is smiling yet dead eyes defy
A ghoulish grin denies it's upside-down smile,
scornful cinnabar smears, spanning ‘cross the lips
from cheek-to-cheek as fingers paint
when tears deny a petulant pout
‘Tis what makes me frown
What makes me smile can be admired in;
Arts colorful paintings, ancient and new
Fashion Design, Egyptian hieroglyphics
Poetry, witty with a bit of whimsy
humorous Limericks with mindful tricks
Animals and a child's innocence
a baby’s giggle, a kitten’s purr,
a puppy’s warmth, a bird’s chirp
Musicals songs, Movies Rom-coms
Theatre recites, the Opera excites
Dances that mash up with Western music, high energy
fusion of styles global, multifaceted technique
Bolly-Hop, Disco-Funk, Tap! Is sheik
Music's nostalgia, classical is golden
Nature's moonshine, sunshine, a stolen starry night
Red bourbon rosette, blue violet, fragrance flowers
From land to Ocean, to the crystalline sapphire sea
Food and drink, Antipasto, mint Iced Tea,
Tapas and Sangria, Hors d’oeuvres and cognac
Finally and most of all what makes me smile?
Love of life, so free-spirited, it gives love back
I stopped at a rock eternal and free,
In mineral apparency to pronounce the gee;
No alternative life forces of strong or weak measure,
Only meaning - pure, rugged truth to pleasure.
Aligned with flower, hill, mountain, lion, bird,
Gliding through evolution to before the unseen third;
Taxonomy lived and cradled the morphemes marked,
Abstraction fired, dynamising the box of the larked.
Evolution converged into this one rock,
Into its within, the pinnacle, the spot;
Diversities of plumage, colour, mutation and ugly,
Kissed and drove the beauteous into the pure lovely.
Feeling that purpose exists - rationality sparked,
Spirited from a permanency permeating the parked;
As all life unravelled from its completeness harked,
Blood pulsed into wrists complementing the marked.
Logic resided firmly within the rock, but with arms open,
Axiom, predicate and proposition did talk,
Maths derived particle law, somatics, spread, order,
Genetic drift claimed the formulaic functions of red border.
God glimpsed silently not wanting to unfairly relate,
Or intrude uninvited, backwards at engaging the gait,
Nor saying, hello nor barking at this maker of this life,
Allowing a reciprocal glimpse to fetch his quivering fife.
Goodness existed needing coursing expression, for me,
For others, for warm, for distance with respect to see,
Foundations deep tentatively approached, shimmying forwards,
My glinting understanding of my navigation, my way - towards.
Changed by this meeting, positively forever and for all,
The place, the loci stood arriving in my hall;
The kindness afforded in remembering the Bang, the starts,
Cuddled the indestructibility of the immortality that departs.
written twelve years ago
when yours truly about two score
and twelve years old,
and fishy financial fiasco
about twenty six weeks
before being scalloped
courtesy villainous fraudster
otherwise known as scam artists,
blithely, glibly, and pliantly
fleeced with shear trickery
my coveted nest egg.
TO: TWO PRECIOUS HARRIS LASSES
WHO LIVE ON GREENTREE LANE
THIS FAST APPROACHING CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY
AS WILL READILY BECAME PLAIN
RECEIVED A SPARTAN GOVERNMENT LARGESSE
WHICH AFFORDS PRESENT
ONLY ONE BOX OF COAL APIECE
DISAPPOINTMENT THIS PA
HUMBUG HO HUM FELLOW
WILL TRY TO EXPLAIN.
OUTRAGEOUS COSTS
TO CLOTHE ELVES
WHAT WITH DESIGNER CLOTHES
AND THE LATEST TECHNOLOGICAL GIZMO
NEARLY BROKE THE PIGGY BANK
IN ADDITION TO FEED THE REINDEER
COMPOSED OF BUCKS AND DOES
THIS I TELL YOU
TO BE EARNEST AND FRANK
WHICH GRUELING BUSINESS
NEARLY FOUND LITTLE ASS(ETS) FROZE
THIS GOVERNMENT ACTION
NO HALLOWEEN PRANK
NEARLY FOUND ME BEHIND BARS
ADDING TO UNFORTUNATE WOES.
SMALL TOKENS ACQUIRED
BY THE ABILITY TO SCRIMP AND SAVE
A PITTANCE COMPARED
TO LAST YULETIDE
YET NO INTENT TO BE MEAN SPIRITED
NOR RANT OR RAVE
FOR BOUNDLESS LOVE SPILLS FORTH
FROM SENSITIVE PRIDE
NO MATTER SOME
PERCEIVE ME UNSAINTLY
PURSE NICKETY KNAVE
RANK AS A WORSE CREATION
THAN FRANKENSTEIN’S BRIDE.
TRY TO REMEMBER
TIS THE THOUGHT
FROM WITHIN TO GIVE EACH
AND EXTEND THE SPIRIT
OF GOOD CHEER
THAT COUNTS MORE
THAN SPEND LAVISHLY
AND TO REALLY TEACH
SO CHERISH EACH
AND EVERY MOMENT
WITH PASSION TO SPARE.
NOW ONWARD AND UPWARD HO
WITH THE SOUND OF SLEIGH BELLS
BACK TO THE NORTH POLE
THIS POOPED OUT HERD WILL GO
AND THE EXPECTED GIFT
FROM THE MISSUS A LUMP OF COAL
PLUS A LAUNDRY LIST
OF DUTIES PERFORMED
WHILE ENDURING TEMPERATURES
(INCLUDING WIND CHILL FACTOR)
THAT FEEL LIKE…
WELL BELOW ONE HUNDRED BELOW.
In our soul is the light of our life, our inner being,
Our connection with Christ is through our soul,
When God relinquishes his silence to speak to us,
We have gained the power of Divine Magnetism.
It drives us to divine heights we are able to achieve.
If your heart’s attributed to feeling love its your soul.
Whatever belongs to the soul is always imperishable.
When your brain is praised for bringing words to life
It is your soul giving you spiritual enlightenment
It’s the urge to get up and try again, its divine
It is the light that is the spiritual essence
It is the love that radiates life's reason
No camera known will make it seen
Always inside us an inner glow,
Your soul is you day by day.
It’s strength from almighty God.
It's Divine Magnetism that's there.
It’s one of God's wonders, your spirited soul.
I SHALL EVER BE BESIDE THEE---
fair woman thy art;
forever dear to my heart;
and if I may impart;
to settle not start;
allow me darling to be your whole;
and not just part;
I shall be ever beside thee----
something inside me;
whispering softly telling me;
this is how it should be;
Oh! my darling allow me;
and with my heart and eyes I see;
this too shall breathe as the sparrow lit on the trees;
I shall be ever beside thee----
I shall be ever beside thee----
I shall be ever beside thee----
I LOVE THE YOU AND ME
forever will I pray to God, I shall be ever beside thee
liken oxygen is too air;
lungs breathing in;
the skin and muscles share;
covering the bones attachments here;
ever yet bonded as close as the shadow is...
allow me darling to be your whole, and not just part;
I shall be ever beside thee----
I shall be ever beside thee----
I LOVE THE YOU AND ME
forever will I pray to God, I shall be ever beside thee
Just as God's precious gift of life;
Given to us freely not because we're so righteous;
He the Father holds the keys of life;
We're the doors He chosen;
So when the time comes to enter;
I choose you my darling
Ever so close and spirited, I feel we're soulmates;
So I dedicate my love, the vision of us together;
I shall be ever beside thee----
I shall be ever beside thee----
I shall be ever beside thee----
I LOVE THE YOU AND ME
forever will I pray to God, I shall be ever beside thee
8/9/18
Written by James Edward Lee Sr. 2018