Long Superpowers Poems
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She really was created by God
to be like a Mother to us
bunch of cosmic orphanings.
A stage that cradles life expectantly,
a light shining down like a spotlight.
Our Mother beaming proud
in her continuous pregnancy.
I can see this without any polls,
without money changing hands,
or whispering adults.
Not last and not least but enough for this read.
I will use no superpowers, just sensibility.
I will ask our congresswomen and congressmen
to clear out the debris from cobblestone streets
and stony brook, from field and stream.
The toxins and spills and dioxide crooks
driven by greed reward us while they reap.
Cheap Mr. Krabs like fiends.
I will ask the grown ups, though, not to worry.
If I can clean my room.
They too can get things done, too,
after doing their homework
and addressing everyday needs.
Now all of this has made me thirsty
for a crystal clear, tall cool drink of bee...umm water.
Time to sip a think of healthy attitude
and the variety of creation's atmosphere too.
Everyday I learn more, that she,
Mother Earth, THE HUMBLE HANDMAIDEN OF MARY
she was created for me,
and in a way, I for she. As I journey and grow
and experience experiencing, wherever I go,
she's there for me, bringing me ever nearer
to the greatest of things. To Be.
Scrolling cosmic pages is my habit now,
A synchronised life, no nine to five and no alarm.
Careless and with no bills to pay;
Reality is, I’ve mastered the play.
Essentially, I’m just using a cheat code,
Divine numbers that construct this mode.
Remember, you are the player and the game,
Eigenmode vibrating energy in a singular flame;
Abilities are enhanced in this cosmic suit you wear,
Latent superpowers were locked away by fear.
It’s divine, the universe crafted by yourself,
Tap into the fabric at the bottom of the stars,
Intricated in the glow that is settled on the shelf.
Eager, I grab my reckoning and share my story;
Suppress the ego and know, it’s all remuneratory.
The atmosphere can be over there or conveniently
near, as I look upon God's creation,
my eyes could begin to tear.
The emotion of nature is like poetry,
a tongue reciting its truth,
with photographic memory,
speaking the laws with living proof,
as we see, feel and dream it extra sensory.
Some think I am too young to understand so deeply,
or look for Life's greater things.
Why do I give out a hug, then,
when I want to give someone a little bit of Spring?
Well within my grasp, don't you think?
Let's face it everyone admires inner beauty.
To me, there is only one ALIVE planet in the universe
and it is she.
Without her there is no place for us to be about her,
and no place for us to just plain BE.
Let's see. She is exactly far enough away
from the Sun to please everyone.
While not cooking us some.
Whoa!
She keeps the Moon at a distance, not to be mean,
but to keep the floods from our shores.
I wish I could show the Earth how we should all feel
about her, that she is everything we could want
and more.
For her benefit I could wish for superpowers.
I would wish them for us all.
For her I never want a finale.
I want to answer the call.
When a child senses danger…or they’re feeling a little unwell…
Why is MOM! so very often the first word that they yell?
When they’ve achieved a goal…when they fall in love
when at something the excel…
Why is MOM! so very often the first word that they yell?
Could it be when they need someone to listen…someone who cares
when they’re happy…or when they’re feeling blue
they call out Mom instinctively…knowing that’s what mommies do.
Knowing they will drop everything and come running
the moment they hear their name…
In fact, mom’s all over the world……come running just the same.
Ready to help…at any moment…any day…and any hour
you might say when it comes to moms…this is their superpower.
It’s one of the reasons we are told…from the time that we are two…
If you sense danger or are in trouble anywhere…look for a mom
There are an army of them out there…and they’ll know exactly what to do.
We were recently blessed with a birth in our family
which means we have a great-granddaughter
and are already under her spell…
but it also means the world was blessed with a new mom as well.
Another mom in an army of moms…whose superpowers are the same…
who come running when we need them…the moment they hear their name.
And in an uncertain world…where with all kinds of problem we are beset…
now more than ever we need all the Moms that we can get.
So MOMS…we’re calling out for help…hoping for your wisdom and your grace…
MOMS…if you can hear us we really need you…to make this world a better place.
In a world that’s filled with hatred, prejudice…wars…bullets, guns and bombs.
who better to turn to in this time of need…than an army filled with MOMS.
I have marked my place,
I stand now in the
bulging vein of the moment.
No more hunting for meaning
or for anti-meaning,
all socks are white or not.
I am here.
a one-sized loosely fitted mind,
a tick and cross
on an illogical checklist,
acres stacked upon acres
of fifth dimensional
doubt, faith, and gnosis,
a bottomless barrel of chewed-over laughter.
I am all things and nothing,
happy to be
whatever you see
and I will not
gainsay your worst opinions,
but embrace every layer of the onion
even though you cannot perceive
the chameleon gifts
of my all too human superpowers,
or my agreeable acceptance
of your legendary life.
I am rooted in truth
and conspiratorial speculation
finding no fault in either
but still a knowing of what I am,
could have been or was.
I am raised up in my lowliness and glory
no longer there or anywhere
simply this kit and caboodle, this enchilada.
deeply sorry to be so unrepentant
and mostly happy to be sorry,
not a worry
or any flurry of guilt.
Expunged and indelibly revealed
as this ingenuity of self,
here now and gone
all along.
Well, for most of us
the daily grind is heaven
there is nothing else
the mundane chores of life
is what life is
it is what it is
nothing more
nothing less
they tell you
you could be rich and famous
if you do this
believe in this
blah blah blah
we don't have
beautiful women or men
we don't have
magic or superpowers
we eat, drink
work, sweat and stink
we screw our women
and our men
we are screwed by
our women and our men
they say
God will bless us if
we give a tithe and more
but you've seen what happens
in churches
and in the name of God
they rape our children
seduce the mind
nah.......
the daily grind of life
will do us fine
it is what it is
and I love it.
Economic messages,
models,
exchanges,
transactions,
investments and divestments,
restorations and extractions,
therapies and punishments,
health and pathology
come from diverse secularized capital media,
like egos,
and nutritional flows,
health norms
and energy centers,
power points.
Similarly,
ecological messages,
transfers of nutritional resources
and toxic demons,
are read in diverse media climates
of water restorative balance
and extractive flowing floods and pollution,
of soil health and pathology,
of wind power and superpowers of hurricanes,
of fire restoring warmth
but also extractively devouring,
therapeutic restorations
and punishing retributions through over-extractive imbalance.
Capital is to economics
as Energy is to ecology;
each resiliently mediated by WinWin positive intent
to cooperatively invest
and predative WinLose negative intent
to compete against other capital-centered climates
of holonic unrest.
Capitalism extracts nutrition
where ReStorative CoOperatism co-invests cultures of loving health
in budgets,
creolizing plans and designs
and mutual intent toward polyculturally positive outcomes for All
students and mentors
followers and inclusively democratic leaders
DNA and co-arising RNA
children and parents
patients and healers
PostMillennial ClimateLovers and WiseElders.
A road trip through the Pacific West,
from Seattle along Sequim,
Ocean Shore, Seaside,
all the way to San Francisco.
The Pacific roared beside.
Frequent signs warned of Tsunami hazard.
While a warning at a trinket shop
showed an evacuation route,
an ice cream ad promised a tsunami of delight.
People thronged the beaches en route,
least worried, all in mirth;
a gigantic tide was last on their list.
At Ocean Shore, a man and woman stood in tight embrace,
the lady sobbing without respite,
a personal tsunami on the heave,
wreaking havoc on their aching psyche.
The Pacific just looked on beside.
Humanity seemed a cluster of ants
on the rim of a tea cup left under a tap
savouring their last greedy grabs,
weeping over what is not.
The tap looks down upon.
Yet, away, unknown to them
two superpowers were locked
in an eye-ball confrontation
over things of least real concern
portending a nuclear conflagration.
Lo, the Pacific stands for peace
as her name really means,
while men portend real nemesis,
their own apocalypse.
One part of me is the mastermind.
The other reminds me that yes, I am a mastermind!
Together, they are invincible.
Without both, I am ruined.
I first became dizzy.
As uncertainty sets in.
I begin to question my conspiracies.
I begin to wonder if calling myself a mastermind-
Is a symptom of delusions becoming solidified.
The two parts of me…
Which I thought were protecting me like superpowers.
Were actually putting me in danger.
As my mind becomes whole again-
I realized I had been acting on ideas that were incomplete.
I realized that the two parts ruined each other.
Leaving one person behind.
A person who has been ruined.
There's something magical about sunbeams!
Spellbound by sunlight in my waking hours,
those rays that come alive post morning dreams
start up my day with brilliant superpowers.
Miraculous how sunshine fills our days.
The Sun, a star, has captured in its sphere
this planet Earth, that feeds upon those rays-
and through my window now lifts me with cheer.
From way above, as seen in endless space-
post the creation of our Galaxy-
Sun's energy splays with a warm embrace-
now flies across my room to rapture me.
Oh, wrap me in your light, embracing Sun-
while my new day with you has just begun.