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Uncentered we want in

prominent in high society
"spalla cotta" a dish for
people who love people
someone spoke.
 leverages their status for wealth,
using other people money
and other peoples time
using debt for acquisitions
developing strategies with
proper risk tolerances to
avoid negative impacts.
He had sang "money note "
on a modern track, his
opea background made
him a star among these manys
they marveled at his freakish range
he need cash as his royalties hadn't
come through. He knew the collaberation
would cause enough stir to get both
him and those he collaberated with
to have the base and core fans and
industry partners to come and marvel
but to might they see fit to hire
and book them
As there effords were both meant to
showcase there talents and make money.
They were looking to top charts.
They refused to conversate on certain things
and agreed to talk of the venture
proposed to them.
Cherries and strawberry's
with tarrogan and lemon balm and basil
to become a moonshine and fruited
sensation. People will love the flavor.
 It will be trending for a long time
a product that could keep the interest
of people
everywhere
every note and detail
each role defined in full respect to music
and the audeince it generates
they wanted something orginal
to keep the sound endearing.
the rythmn guy's will do r-g guy thangs
the pop-fav's will do there pop-thang
groovey grinder will groove-grind
the cool-country swagg will chill soothingly.
"you know banger-Bop-Beat and track etc. etc. etc!
Eager to succeed: eager to try!
De Capo meaning from your head your mindful thoughts
spoken to a beautiful sound sing it sweetie,
thats what the people say.
Form: Ballad


Premium Member Therapeutic Risks and Opportunities

WinLose risks
probably never disappear
for WiseElder
Left-Right codependent Bodhisattvas
messianic co-arising
ecological egotherapeutic healing
and WinWin holonic integrity wholing.

Deep learning bilateral compassion
to meet our basic needs
economic ecology
through more democratically mature
Ego-EcoPositive political fashions
and, yet again, WinWin designs.

Immature competitive adolescent strategies
become automatic normals
re-acclimating double-binds
of WinLose dissonant compromises,
accepted practice for now,
waiting for WinWin raptures
and resonance
in fullness of time.

Resonant resilience of life systems
might become WinWin revolutionary self-deployed
each 3D cooperative identity moment
without takeover
by LeftBrain/RightWing aggressive violence
advocating more competition
to effectively Either/Or obtain
evermore monoculturing resources--
hoarding
as associated
with paranoia
about losing out
to overpopulating climates
of secular loss
sacred pathology of light
through dualdark cosmology.

I need not become a WiseElder
to know that losing integrity
succumbs to a dually endarkened 
ego-privileged ecology.

I do not need a PhD in competing Busyness
to discover healthy differences
between not aggressively driving mindbodies
(which is a good thing)
but not as high a love
or health
or grace standard
as Golden Rules
driving active cooperation
as best WinWin defense
against not losing secular
not losing sacred
nondual ecology.

Premium Member I Would Like To Listen

I would like to hear
with no urgent need to speak
and to respond
without reacting,
over-acting.

I would like to hear
your experience with faith and faithless communities,
theistic
and atheistic,
sacred
and secular believers
and unbelievers,
communal investment positive
and fear and anger
flight and fight negative,
healthy
and pathological,
resonant
and dissonant.

And I would like to hear the same
about political power experience,
partisan
and non-partisan,
green democratic
and libertarian republican,
militaristic
and more peacefully resonant 
green new deal ecopolitical parties
and win/win games of cooperative discussion
and win/lose strategies of capital-headed competitions.

And I would like to share
our hopes and dreams
of future faith cooperative ownership
and empowerment party management
for public healthy climate resonance
and private wealthy resilience,

I would like to hear us sing
for our win/win democratic cooperative suppers,
expressed in liturgical dance,
unrepressed fire circles
impressing nature/spirit bicamerals
locally through globally contagious
listening cameras.

I would invite us to share
where we have been
and where we would like to journey together
for our own cooperative health
and climate resonance,

So our children
and grandchildren
and their children
will look lovingly back on us
gathered here this and future days
to claim their shared health inheritance,

"In their lunch space
and climate public residential time
of great unraveling,

They didn't just eat together,
they dined smart
and swallowed multicultural grace
until so full of wealthy health
they learned to sing and dance
to pray and play
to faith and power
our way
toward this very resilient
win/win 
sacred/secular
right/left bilateral
warm accompaniment day
of dis-competing
non-violent interdependence."

Our children will benefit
from our social-psychological wealthy interdependent health, 
of course,
but also political-economic binomial equity-investments,
polypathic and also not not polynomial balance
theological and ecological
great reweaving analogical,
metaphoric and polyphonic
20/20 listening.

Premium Member Tears of a Valiant Soldier

Midst many senior-citizens of our little township,
Has been Mr. Captain, a solemn man in his mid-nineties,
One, enjoying each-and-everyone's abundant friendship,
Who looked much younger, yet, as though just in his late sixties...

There's a secret hidden in him; like gold within deep mine,
Like sailor having sea-riddles, he had his war puzzles;
Sparkle your interest; you'll see his stories flow in twine;
Adventure advanced like his automaton-gun muzzles...

A thousand lotuses seemed blossoming on his shining face,
When he talked of his valorous victories after wars;
As part of paraphernalia he showed his brief-case,
Wherein rested his telescope that helped him gazing stars...

With his wealth he did not buy or sell; Nor did he marry;
His eyes, like owls, watched vigilantly the nation's progress;
The highlighted portion of his well-maintained diary,
Included strategies of systematic war success...

He inspired many young for the service of the nation,
This has been the greatest success of his great life-story;
Though dignitaries did not glamorize his cremation,
The challenge-filled tear-drops of young soldiers sang his glory...


29 June 2022
Tears of a Valient Soldier Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Faraz Ajmal
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Modern Money Making Machine

The instruction book to life is being written,
On an easy to read black and white display,
And it’s published, every twenty four hours,
On the internet super high way.

And these instructions must have been written,
By a genius using words from above,
Because they are about how to be happy,
Like “Ten things needed when you’re in love.”

There’s “Six strategies to rebound from failure,”
And “Ten things that we should always doubt”.
There’s “Four ways to convert anger into action,”
And “When to be quiet and when to shout.”

There are thousands of these pages uploaded,
To help make our souls all healthy and clean,
With adverts to scroll through each moral guide,
Through our emotional money making machine.
Form: Quatrain


Premium Member When Tears Touch - a Collab With Ja Fraser

WHEN TEARS TOUCH

The twelfth of November reminds me of the day            
when our paths  first crossed  then came to grow on  trail.             
Soon... all the days like waves rolled into years  
as we reminisce our pasts: joys and tears for fears.
         
A pad with pen I hold to write what pops by;                    
Each tint and curve a bell that says, you and I.                
The words are mere push and pull medley of thoughts            
shaping a circle melody of heart shots.
                    
Learning flower our way as our cultures shared;                 
gem writings topically crafted are compared.                   
Feelings flood colours to our world, closer we became--          
Creeping longing is "our meeting" as this both our aim         
 
Beep and peek are lace ladders to higher trust grounds,         
every tap and trade a thread fortifying our bond.           
The lasso tying our heartstrings to etch some rhymes,          
vital signs checked normal but awhile raise second hands  

Can it be that this a fruit of stardust's grand wand?     
Or a rose waiting to bloom and behold upon bosoms?

Now the day has arrived, suitcases packed, I smile        
a journey, I have dreamt about, many many miles.           
Nervousness cocoons but it's normal to feel this;         
for this my long wish as I enter the coming hours.

Distance and differences our silent enemies!              
But... It did not stop us from thinking sound strategies.
Interest and love gleams as our loyal company
enabling us to draw verses of harmony.

Broken bridges we cross by grace of felicity~  
yearning to meet eye-to-eye an intensity!
Along the wires we jibe to friendly deal
that as  crisp December sings we will make it real.

The cool December made our wanting a tip-top exhilarate..
and from somewhere, a song plays:

"When you feel in your skin in your bones and the hollow 
Of your heart, there's no way you can wait till tomorrow.
When there isn't any doubt about it once you come this close
Cos you know and you know that you know...."


_____________________________________________________________
*** the last stanza are lines taken from the song: "WHEN YOU KNOW" by Shawn Colvin from the movie Serendipity.

©J.A. Fraser and O.E. Guillermo
October 29, 2014; 10:05 pm
Form: Rhyme

Premium Member Transparent Sea of Children

Earth Host
and all her mutually codependent
co-arising Earth Tribes
of inclusive regeneration
have continued evolving 
new wine in old wineskins
new eggs from old genetic nests,
running on both dipolar Tao-Cylinders,
karmic grace-optimized in Neutral
Midway P=N(NP) as Yang=YinYin,
informating,
with fractal 4-Prime Thermodynamic Balance--

Once learned,
never forgotten,
like autonomically riding
a bilaterally reforming fractal-seasoned cycling function.

Both cylinders
also internal/external landscapes 
and Left/Right hemispheres,
labeled ego-mind
and eco-body
by Left brain dualistic dominance,
each with its own dipolar neurosystemic
optimization story,
win/win through win/lose memory,
lose/lose loss of painful rememory,
transgenerative crown/root systemic his/herstory,
polyculturing as "Beloved EcoPolitical SenSexual Community."

As Left contracts more climatically
monopolistically self-deductive -reductive
with critical competitive events
and win-lose strategies for ego-survival,
Right expands more cooperatively
abundant wealthy health of values
polyculturally dipolar double-binding eco-norms
for designing and re-developing Plan A cooperative
network of politically power-optimizing economics,
between tribal co-arising mutually-subsidiary Plan B humanity
and grace-filled Plan A divinity 
of beauty and health 
as ecopolitical wealthy 
EarthTribe/Gaia balance.

Reflections to March 2026

Processor isn't bot
Because it isn't program
What programs
Had you thought
Complexities aren't moron

By means you ought to judge 
And metaphors employing
Where pertinent
Applies
Mind exercise enjoying

Implies you purpose have
Expected the solutions
But for the problem which
Wrong strategies indutions 

Inventing weird words
Describing with wrong terms
For fun
And memory ain't only RAM

Says SRAM

Expensive memory of main processor 
For entropy to solve
You shouldn't be recessor
The value shall asass you are
And difficult it is 

If tired you of war 
But function of the war 
Yet isn't solved
There can't be peac4e

Thus saying good the stress and bad the stress
Perhaps the world exists beyond the thats
Feng Shui internal of the systems those
The idiotic omnichannel
For your fire 
Hose

Thanks but the the way you problem solve 
Is wrong

The network is between the sides 
On table of 
Ping Pong


 Camp David
Independent money for finance
And revenue

And spending on Defense
© Kate Kelly  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

Annihilation Besieges Civilization

This generic creek king mortal mwm 
   (who generally river ears the bay sea gully feels ire ate 
asper propensity plundering positive human qualities 
   tested to the max), bait
ting virtue with rapacious opprobrious 
   malicious lugubriousness, and hatred create
head via the violent wickedness yawping zealously 
   oceans of tears that in un date
every nook and cranny of society, wrenching, 
   whip-sawing, and hammering extirpate
ting, the delicate nuances that anthropological fate
bequeathed to *****sapiens 
   species and genus undermining great
ness brought forth by artistic, democratic, 
   and graphic accomplishments with HATE
diluting the virtuous unification treatises 
   agonizingly tried to insulate
basic rights, whence erosion, corrosion, 
   and abrasion with goliath gangrenous monstrosities of late
subtract at frightful pace, the very survival of mankind and doth mate
absolute evil that percolates into the body electric, 
   where bloody fiendish genies prosper upending immunity 
   fostering broods that deign devious strategies in Nate
to destroy any salient sliver via BuzzFeed ding fifty shades of a gray pate
outwitting tentative grasp upon survival 
   barely fending off lashing off faux kings who e quate 
might with right, and bring out the big guns 
   which blitzkrieg magazines fire at greased lightening speed rate
this battle whereby competing credos, ethos, 
   and grand Poobah grinds by force state
mints that all most obey lest Das Capital life will not tolerate
nasty, short and brutish torture engendering wailing ululate 
diminish in a vain attempt to escape the maws of madness 
   where the grim reaper doth patiently wait.

Meetings, Bloody Meetings

Meetings, Bloody Meetings

Meetings, bloody meetings,
All talk yet nothing gets said,
Meetings, pointless meetings,
Power suits gone to their head.

Strategies, Blue Sky thinking,
Flip charts and a cup of tea.
How does any work get done?
There in meetings from 9 till 3.

Minutes, bloody, minutes,
Do we agree the points were read?
Minutes, pointless, Minutes,
Any other Business, NO! well said.

Let’s plan the way, going forward,
and agree what it should be.
Do we have Filter in the morning?
Or do we stick with Earl Grey tea.

Managers, wasteful Managers,
Attending a 3-day Seminar,
About making the most of meetings,
How crazy, how bizarre.
© Kevin Shaw  Create an image from this poem.
Form: Rhyme

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