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Hey!
Who?
Me?
Yes!
Do you remember back
when you were reading The Human Comedy
and thinking you would always live on a planet
where a few great writers
lived royally and with vast wealth
comfortably above yet among the huddled hungry masses
just waiting to buy your supremely great literature words
of eternal wisdom
and Pulitzer Poetry Prizes?
If you mean
Do I remember when most people did not daily,
or even monthly, write,
much less self-publish,
while only a select few
were gainfully employed as full-time writers
of scripts
and screenplays
and contracts
and constitutions
and poetry
and stories
and parables
and even designs
for polycultural healthy outcomes--
Yes, I do,
or did,
or whatever it was we both noticed
about ratios of democratic readers
to plutocratic writers.
Well,
I went on WordPress
this morning,
thinking I would read the democratic plutocrats first,
then probably add my own commentary
on my blogsite
when done with reading others.
And you can't read that fast,
can you?
Exactly.
Now all the democrats are writing
and cooperatively self-publishing
and my dreams of becoming a plutocratic writer
have drowned in a sea of voices
in which there is no longer sufficient time
to hear each other out
before also entering something in.
So what's your big take away
for this revolutionary turnaround
in now democratically growing co-investments
in broadcast writing
and emerging plutocratic readers?
Would-be writers
but we no longer live
in or on a RealTime 4D publish or perish world.
Right.
Now its publish,
no one bothers to read,
and perish
while still cloud-published
perhaps eternally, somehow,
with no one bothering to open
a closed for self-publishing mind.
System integrity can grow more deeply resonant
only as diversity grows more widely interdependent.
Diversely rich integrity
longs to universally emerge
unitarian yin-inclusive
and not uniformly yang-dominant,
exclusive
privileged
supremely kleptocratic.
An economic and ecological reason
Win/Lose capital wealth-accumulation values
trend toward historically WesternWhite male racist privileged mono-structures
is because we do not, instead,
cooperatively co-invest time
and energy
and capital
in diversely interdependent integrity;
reconnecting universal yang wealth values
with unitarian interdependent health-norms.
So, anti-racist multicultural ecosystems
are those fully invested
in pro-active historical culture-deepening
and diversely widening
integrity
rather than defensive monocultural rabidity.
Racial justice seeks creolizing metamorphosis,
and not colonizing unilateral supremacy,
as does environmental justice.
Both are health-trending
when cooperatively restoring therapeutic EarthJustice
with pulling together Win/Win integrity,
and not Win/Lose pushed apart disintegration
of bio-
and ego-
and eco-
and geo-systemic diversity.
As she lays down her blue brush
in a blue-trimmed cream
dream stone basin
of darkening water rush
She realizes
inside voice has been thinking
about double negative paradox
as -x/-y
can't win pathology knots
Of way too much Patriarchal Capitalist
dogmatic Business As Usual,
monochromatic
monopolistic
monocultural
monotheistic
Describing just punishments
for being not enough
and prescribing her
hot BusyMess
is cruel
cold
calculating dismissal
disregard...
don't matter
Let her splatter!
while he eats
his white supremely whipped up cake
without kindness
without courage
without curiosity
without over-frosted happiness
Mindlessly unwoke
to future predative
desecration issues
promoting and marketing
trauma-inflation corporations
inviting frequent-flyer
evangelically missioned Narcissists
Who probably don't think much
of a universal peak salvation experience
yet do feel deeply united,
maybe even energetically synergetic,
about their own sacred memories
of EarthMother's original Win/Win
multi-colored co-invested
warm wet unconditionally cooperative
wombed sense receptive co-relationships
Through time's changing
hue and culture and cry
LeftBrain verbally emerging
too dominant
Thereby, curiosity remains difficult to contain
to deeply listen for feelings to explain
this sound and sight for blue brushes
tinting her slowly turning
now churning rushing water
going
bluing
flowing madly
then again sadly
back through paternalistic
capital growing
anthroprivileged time
Emerging blue
and grey
darkening ecocide
reaching for red
as dead.
Worthless was I with sin-sick soul
yet divine touch of the Almighty transformed my heart
to experience great vibrant spiritual journey with Him.
God miraculously began a good work* in my being
for a blissful becoming through His redemptive power.
Against hell's wrath, He offered heavenly invitation
toward triumphant flight of functional faith
assuring me that He supremely prevails.
Indeed, the Saviour first reached down to me
imparting divine nature of new-creation wonders
marked by joy, hope and peace, showcasing His love...
Ready for His awesome molding, I as His workmanship
submit to His sovereign wisdom of mercy-filled omnipotence
to fulfill my valuable role in spreading His goodness.
Ignited with praises of worship delight
my heart bursts out exaltation to the Lord
reverberating thanksgiving for His mercies
while I abide around His warm fellowship
midst prayer and supplication that kindle
acts of compassion, radiating kindness' glow.
*Philippians 1:6 Being confident of this very thing, that he which hath begun a good work in you will perform it until the day of Jesus Christ.
May 13, 2024
3rd place, "He Has Only Just Begun" Poetry Writing Premiere Contest
Sponsored by Regina Mcintosh; judged on 6/15/2024
August 31 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Haggai 1-2
Key Verse – Haggai 1:5 Now therefore thus saith the LORD of hosts; Consider your ways.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY WAYS’ CHECKER
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who assures me of heaven
Thank You that You granted me life everlasting, never fleshly-driven
To let me realize that You have me completely forgiven
By Your mercy along pardon You have fully given.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who builds me up in Your Word-verities
Thank You that You for discipline me midst my pleasure-seeking vanities
To let me stop wasting Your granted service-opportunities
By Your grace to blow selfishness-caused infirmities.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who strengthens me with Your covenant
Thank You that You rebuke me for desiring self-glory, truly repugnant
To let me value Your high calling, supremely dominant
By Your might that propels me from being spiritually stagnant.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who sanctifies me of uncleanness
Thank You that You purify me from wickedness’ filthiness
To let me press toward Your mark of stewardship-faithfulness
By Your exhortation toward Your kingdom pursuits’ fruitfulness.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who reproves me of displeasing action
Thank You that You enlighten me with Your instruction
To let me follow You along diligence and determination
By Your guidance, always righteous against pride’s admonition
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who chastens me due to my slothfulness-blight
Thank You that You teach me to prioritize Your will of perfection-height
To let me engage in Your ministry with service-delight
By Your goodness that transforms fear toward faith-flight.
Lord God, You are my ways’ Checker
Who commends me with my commitment
Thank You that You reward me along satisfaction’s contentment
To let me stay in Your will, overcoming worthless allurement
By Your compassion enabling sublime fulfillment.
WRITING IN A BLACK PERSPECTIVE
Why is it that someone's pain is felt pleasure to another?
I arrived with fears. I cared to find a friend, anywhere
But I wasn't taught to be my own; no school helped me to look within
I heard of God of deep blackness; with words, inciting light
One voice, one eye in our universe
My voice to converse felt crippled.
My family pools held many colors; warm as Caribbean sea breeze
Each person was of significance. Two were like gazelles, alluring
One was as dark as night, the other was near blinding white
Those in between were earth tones.
I looked out beyond decked windows. Multicolored Christmas lights blinked
Nonchalantly in dark of morning; snow was falling, and had covered bare
limbs of a cherry blossom tree- such picturesque view, i decided:
'On this most snowing, all white reigns supremely pure, as the black of night.'
The irises of my eyes were dark brown pools, merging with black pupils...
I was cinnamon; yet found solace in my shade of dark, no harsh light
Soft was my dark. No more depression lurked within. Mine eyes, my ears craved
Transparency; then came clarity. I understood triggers triggering depression
Revelations were as treasured as exercise. Fresh air, rain, sun, I was in awe of
My Higher Power's helpful hands- simplicity and clarity were blessings
I needed no Prozac.
At the start of a new day, I'd submerge in warmth, and baptize myself
I would bring soothing light to mesh with quiet dark
I would lounge, meditate, and pray. Sometimes I'd sing or hum a tune
I'd go fearlessly in the dark, knowing when not to rush
I'd go fearlessly near blinding lights, knowing where to focus.
Who am I? i am as soft as the sinews of you; yet steadfast
A dessert flower with dew of faith- even in winter
I am a flower, thriving like evergreen...
Amid histories fiercest touch to my roots
I know of grace, granted by the Source
Transcending me to live as never before understood.
I need not cry out my fears, in ways that let others fear
I must cry out injustices, so that others, too, may sing
I go fearlessly to face my fears, knowing scars are lessons learned
And good visualizations are as friends, not foes.
*
There are days* when… I need God’s favor so badly
Due to frustrations attacking tremendously.
I thank Him for His sure presence marvelously
Engulfing me with His constant love supremely!
There are days when…I lose my joy of salvation
Caused by selfishness, disobedience, deception.
Then I recall Christ’s great work for my redemption
Cheering me up toward peace-filled jubilation!
There are days when…I struggle with discontentment
And I crave for God’s wondrous replenishment.
He then supplies me spiritual empowerment
With His instruction that cures my envy’s ailment!
There are days when…I desire for God’s revival
Being discouraged at my earthly survival.
He comforts me, granting His divine approval
With His might to prepare me for Christ’s arrival!
There are days when…I must stay long in God’s calmness
As a weary servant in His kingdom’s business.
I praise Him for His offered fellowship’s closeness
With His grace for my faithfulness thru His kindness!
*Psalm 90:12 So teach us (LORD) to number our days, that we may apply our hearts unto wisdom.
August 17, 2018
7th place, "Pick a theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Viv Wigley; judged on 9/2/2018.
I totally adore distance learning!
I realize, it’s the best for me!
in the morning got up so late...
still I could catch up with my class!
don’t see my brilliant teacher!
(probably she turned off her camera!)
Is she still in bed?
but I see her not-so-tough assignment.
can't really chat with my precious friends,
(actually I can - figured it out),
but I spot they are all there!
oh, no! one or two are missing!
surely they will catch up by tomorrow evening.
it’s terrific, it's impressive, it's so much fun!
I have a superbly hilarious story to listen!
about Lima beans!
guess what! it's a dish surprisingly mouthwatering!
Right now that's what my mommy is cooking!
Ms. Jolly left a challenging word-game,
she is so kind! She knows I am thrilled with them,
most probably she had me in her mind!
Mr. De Fillipis assigned our class a complicated math problem!
no worries, I will solve it before anyone else!
oh my!
we can do music and phys.ed online?!!!
that’s the splendiferous fun!
have a great time, everyone!
the day will pass unwrinkled, smooth, like a breeze,
I won’t bother my already-stressed mom.
we are all online,
mom and dad and me and Joan.
it’s a little disappointing that we can’t play tag outside,
although the sun is shining so bright!
the birds are chirping their mellifluous songs,
and we are all home-bound!
right now, I am supremely glad
we have distance learning,
even if I make mistakes,
no one can catch me!!!!!
I looked through the eyes of a dying wolf
to see fires flaming out our horizon
as long as this wild wolf had seen.
He saw a time
when seizures
were currencies of sorcerors,
shamen and shawomen
born of supremely loving matriarchs.
Seizure medicine knew its own advent
echoing sources speaking dreams of manna geese
flying home for our first through last
Win/Win Thanksgiving Day
through fire extinguishing night.
Thanksgiving Peace Dreams
after fires and erupting volcanoes
of seizures,
and also before peace dreams of hope-fired relationships,
responsible as authoritative Win/Win faith,
respect for powers of multiculturing love
over monoculturing fears
of fires for volcanoed hate
of gun-fires flaming out horizons.
I looked through the eyes of a not yet dead wolf
to see fires of restorative justice
for Thanksgiving Days and Nights of Peace
sweeping all Win/Win full-fired horizons
of Wonder as Sacred Flaming Awe.
Why ?
White, what's right and or wrong with it
Is it pure, is it natural
Supremely bred, seldom lead
White, what's right and or wrong with it
White is the light that flashes before our eyes
White is a color, whatever there all so many others
Does it matter (really ) GOD creator
Why am I surprised to see the white in your eyes
You know God ain't He ain't no color God
All shades are His, we're all His kids
Rainbow our His promises
All colors are equal
Why ?
White, what's right and or wrong with it
Is it pure, is it natural
Supremely bred, seldom lead
Does it matter (really ) GOD creator
All colors are equal
Is my true self my shaded pigmentation
Is it white my soul or is it transparent
Doesn't matter God make it
What's it's all about man says
Around my eyes are white
my teeth are white
my bones are white
But what if my skin not white
Would I still be equal
I'm a witness it's alright, if not white
White, what's right and or wrong with it
White is the light that flashes before our eyes
White is a color, whatever there all so many others
Does it matter (really ) GOD creator
Why am I surprised to see the white in your eyes
You know God ain't He ain't no color God
All shades are His, we're all His kids
Rainbow our His promises
All colors are equal
Why ?
White is a color, whatever there all so many others
Does it matter (really ) GOD creator
There's no wrong in white, if God involved in it
The creator of the universe left the colors of the rainbow as a promise
1/15/18