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Gardens,
like dreams
and other multiculturing complexities,
process
and sometimes progress into becoming ripe,
then unbecoming dormancy,
advent of and for regardening
redreaming seeds
preparing to further process
Perennial primal roots deepening into
new spring's progressive attachment
network of polycultural dream garden nutrition,
aesthetic nurture,
ethical nature,
animating spirit of Earth's co-arising power life.
Eden's original rising
and subsequent falling Garden
surrounds our GreenTribal Tree
of Ego/Eco-centering Life and WinterDeath.
The Creator's forbidden foreshadow Tree
of Good and Evil
is a secondary,
yet divinely co-inspired, Tree
on our LeftBrain monocultural way
toward reducing Life to Good
and seducing Death through Evil--
Dreaming up and down
Win to Lose evolutionary models
and capitalism's mono-atheistic further investments
in secularizing-commodifying Life
while spiritualizing accommodating Death;
praising win-win peace
while raising lose-lose Falls
re-enacting retributive divine greed,
detached disdaining injustice,
childish, perhaps adolescent at best, pettiness.
Evil, like Death,
is no more original
than the Great Fall and Eternal Winter,
whether we see and hear,
taste and touch
as divine Gardeners
or merely regenesis EarthTribal dreamers
of generic Spring uprisings
and Summer sensory climaxes
for Eden's Tree of cooperatively original EcoLife,
and secondarily hibernating shadows of Ego-Death
Waiting
like an original Falling spring
for our ecofeminist deep green learning RightBrain
Rising Up
like a new spring garden,
like a dreaming root-systemic Tree
of GoodLife win-win cooperative processes
and EvilDeath lose-lose competitive climate pathology
of and for further revolutionary
divinely inspired creations,
re-creations,
evolutions and devolutions
in Eden Gardens,
regenerative and degenerative dreams
co-arising good and evil fruit
absorbed by ecofeminists
and devoured by patriarchs
Together
equally interdependent
in good life
through evil death
EarthTribal loyalty,
interdependent global patriotism,
universal solidarity,
compassion,
love,
energy,
Original humane/divine co-arising attachment
and secondary wealth detachment
and tertiary green health reinvestment
in full garden cooperative enchantments.
Back in the day
of exclusively straight white male
****-retentive missionaries,
the Church
Whether monoculturally Catholic
(which may become an oxymoron
one enlightened day)
or Protestant,
But certainly not polytheistically ecstatic,
like a perfect Thanksgiving meal
shared with EarthMother's sacred
deeply co-passionate
mutually resonant
and co-invested
convivial people
Proclaimed religious education
in response to local questions,
and questionable behaviors
and thoughts
and feelings,
moral and legal dilemmas
about how to interpret diverse feelings
of erotic love
and exotic hate
Yet not so helpful
with all the dully boring
nuances of every tedious,
often traumatic, days
and nights
in-between ecstasy
and infamy.
This was rigidly civil education
about how to nonverbally commune
and verbally communicate
in positive touching ways
that feel mutually right
to ego happy minds
and eco-healthy bodies
financially and environmentally
and politically wealthy,
resonantly resilient
but less than fluidly brilliant
education from above,
transcendently monotheistic.
Today we have replaced civil
StraightWhiteMale privileged missionaries
with cosmopolitan
pantheistic and atheistic teachers
In neighborhood schools,
elite schools,
grade
and middle
and high
and tertiary
and graduate
and post-graduate
secularized schools
For learning
non-violently communicating
thoughtful inclusive reason
and deeply felt polytheistic
possibly artistic treasons
free of monotheistic dogma,
monopolistic colonization,
monocultural predation
At least on our best outdoor classroom
physical health
and metaphysical trust
and mental happiness days
And full through empty
GrandMother Moon blissful
indigenously erotic
nakedly wise
vulnerable
transparent
co-passionate
co-empathic
BodyNature/MindSpirited nights
Of bicammerally balancing,
multiculturally bachanal,
ecowomanist,
Whole Open Systemic,
win/win bipartisan,
bilateral
binomial
Double-cobinary
dialectical secular/sacred
enlightening/empowering
Left/Right
thoughtfully felt
informed outflowing re-education
Perhaps especially useful
for exclusively straight white male
****-retentive missionaries
for monotheistic monopolies
of unenlightened power-mongering.
Happy National Friendship Day - August 6th, 2023
The idea of Friendship Day originated
in the United States in 1919,
proposed by Joyce Hall,
the founder of Hallmark cards.
It gained official recognition
when the U.S. Congress
proclaimed the first Sunday
of August as National Friendship Day in 1935.
Unlike this papa akin
to being racked, raided,
and raked with hot coals
during his adolescence devoid of
a social network and academic goals
if possible to magnify
psyche, one would see
mostly a torn (Turin) shred of holes.
Thy youngest (of deux) daughters
afflicted with developmental delay
did not overtly agitate
as much as myself, asper being
emotionally isolated, a miserable fate,
she participated with
supportive services how grate
full (this once psychologically dead papa),
progeny of his did not experience
chronic severe hate
Shana (Punim) blessed by fate
while a Lower Merion
High School student did great
fully experienced positive
munificent interpersonal bounty,
she didst illustrate
with smiles all around her countenance,
which sophomore socialization better late
than never, which friendlessness
(that didst plague this papa),
thee progeny didst obviate
thus, this poem
(to no one in particular),
expresses how I appreciate
the plethora of supportive
services, to ameliorate
bugaboo sans inferiority complex,
(ran rampant within self)
where mine imaginary
pals did commiserate
nevertheless, aye envy thine
woefully begotten Harris heiresses,
whose self esteem positively
of mine bolstered,
when as little girls
their needs and wants gave me purpose
ensure ring a confidential boost,
and now doth demonstrate
how remedial, and extracurricular activities
during and after class respectively,
combatted cognitive delay,
warding off bullies,
who did grate, humiliate
and interrogate, this middle aged
(he's a jolly good) fellow,
Johnny come late
lee to the "NON FAKE"
thrown into game of life
changing strengthened soul asylum
primary, secondary, and tertiary grades
where whipsawed,
pejoratively emasculated, jackknifed,
oppressed, traumatized, and yoked
hoary golem, unstintingly
bruiting, browbeating
and bamboozling gremlins
wrought zealous destruction.
GAMBLER OF THE FAMILY:
He is a young vibrant guy,
Who has a very innocent appearance,
So he is fairly cherished by everybody.
But in every situation he is always the wrongdoer.
His family calls him Ricky...
Friends call him Wager.
He is the firstborn child of his parents,
And he has two brothers and one sister.
I'm very close to the family.
The father is late,
So he is expected to act responsibly,
Since the mum is not fit and he is the eldest child too.
Unfortunately, he is not acting as such,
But his siblings are living logically.
Out of wedlock, he has a son who he doesn't care for.
Ricky's father left some properties for them,
Therefore they wouldn't suffer.
The father kept advising him when he was alive,
Due to the kind of life that he is leading;
He can't save for the future,
Neither can't plan well for his own life,
Since he is enticed to gambling.
One day he was arrested for that reason,
And it caused the father a big time shame.
Yet, he is never willing to change.
Always bringing home troubles...
Anytime he gets a job and start working.
Now the mum says he should stay at home,
Just for the family to be free from debt incurrence.
People are always chasing him for their monies,
For not rendering his services after been paid.
He uses the monies to gamble.
One day the mum was washing,
When he told her he's going to town.
Till today, Ricky hasn't returned.
Unexpectedly, he took along an issued cheque,
Which was issued in his name,
Purposefully for the sister's tertiary education.
(ie;For full payment from first year to final year)
It was sourced from the father's long-term investment.
No one knows where he's gone to,
After he's cashed out the cheque.
Doesn't pick up calls when the family phones him.
Some friends say they saw him somewhere,
Whilst he's being searched for.
Others too say they've not seen him at all.
The sister is now staying at home,
And everybody is not happy about that.
The mum is really concerned about his life,
As she sits all night thinking about him;
Praying Ricky returns home,
For she don't want anything bad to happen to him.
.
Advent of mass electronic
(not necessarily fail
proof), nonetheless spellbinding
how earthlinked communications
sent and/or received information
quicken er than one exhale
technology over hill and dale
activated on a broader
(nee global) scale.
A mere six degrees
of separation dust achieve
world wide web
bed humanity linkedin,
though mind boggling
and hard to believe
e're since Adam and Eve,
no matter this nonestablishmentarian
atheist doth heave
such paradigm aside - by Jeeve
his comprehension cannot leave,
to imagine each and all
persons across,
amidst avast ball
loo ning global schema,
an arbitrary person can call
upon contact per
son number one, -
(a bajillion generations
since the prelapsarian fall
crumb, when a dam fool
with excess gall
on a mid summer
night's eve) hall
loosed dill lewd did prurience...
Supposedly six relational
links ironically sea
ming lee (engulf) you
then according to profound view
and/or me from said initial
individual numeral uno,
which supposition
attests to be true
the idea that all living things,
and everything shoe
fits in "lock step,"
he/she iz six,
or fewer steps away,
(though eighty steps
to Jonah IMDb)
seems kinda far fetched to rue
min in nate
each other so that
a chain i.e. (exempli gratia)
"a friend of a friend."
In a world of six point six
billion people, aye
find mind blowing by and by
the precept defy
ying believability
by Jeeves this guy
queried Google,
and got substantiated - no lie
thee primary, secondary,
tertiary, quaternary,
quinary, and senary
bitty bing well nigh
re: codifying above tubby
the same thing app ply
ying enumeration and sigh
ting one, two, three...
six amaze zing thy
and thou unwittingly
connected, how or why
the human race linkedin.
Afternoons the sky shuts down around the swamp's warning tapes
propped up with restoration piping and dirt leak fencing.
We’re fleeing toward the wild, seeking the names and shapes,
the same way the Cedar Waxwing flit and grip for berries tree to tree.
Canada Geese are easy, they lead off down the lane leaving residue,
Widgeons have green stripes and gold stripes, one American
the other European, and they’re all mumbling our family phew-do
they didn’t burn the kid, they can’t keep the house clean, drugs…
Blink away the cold wind tears. Forget all that, only remember
Shovelers have the long low profile and the long bill from studies
in New Zealand, like a deep breath, we set aside work, unlimber
spy the race of killdeer away from their guarding territory in gravel.
Our boss didn’t try to replace us, he ducked out to a new job
leaving the crime ringing in our ears like the police car roaring past.
Head down, we tunnel under the high way finding the dunk and bob
of mergansers and their hallowed or red heads,
remarking differences when the sudden scream of honking
mallards flee up river. Caught off guard, we wonder did we cause
all this pain? The rise and dunk flying goldfinch happily chirping
cling to the thistle, their favorite waste near the waste water
ponds where all the Black River water flows for cleaning
spilling into the nesting lower stages of the tertiary treatment.
That’s all this is, treatment for the shock wave week riding
current events on our shoulders, almost like the red-tailed hawk
that screams and skims our head, rising up to the setting sun
turning the sky purple and pink and bruised. That’s when wood
ducks skim into view, our breath captured and then steaming undone
but soon the heavens offer confirmation, blue angels
with their huge oversized wings soar in pairs down as gift.
We hold each other then, let screams silence, detail enriched.
Unlike this papa akin
to being racked, raided,
and raked with hot coals
during his adolescence devoid of
a social network and academic goals
if possible to magnify
psyche, one would see
mostly a torn shred of holes
thy youngest (of deux) daughters
did not agitate
as much as myself, asper being
emotionally isolated, a miserable fate
she participated with
supportive services how grate
full (this once psychologically dead papa),
progeny did not experience
chronic severe hate
Shana (Punim) blessed by fate
while a Lower Merion
High School student did great
fully experience positive
munificent interpersonal bounty,
she didst illustrate
with smiles all around her countenance,
which sophomore socialization better late
than never, which friendlessness
(that didst plague this papa),
thee progeny didst obviate
thus, this poem
(to no one in particular),
expresses how I appreciate
the plethora of supportive
services, to ameliorate
bugaboo sans inferiority complex,
(ran rampant within self)
where mine imaginary
pals did commiserate
nonetheless, aye envy thine
begotten Harris heiress,
whose self esteem positively bolstered
ensure ring a confidential boost,
and now doth demonstrate
how remedial, and extracurricular activities
during and after class respectively,
combatted cognitive delay,
warding off bullies,
who did grate, humiliate
and interrogate, this middle aged
(he's a good) fellow,
Johnny come late
lee to the "NON FAKE" game of life
changing strengthened soul asylum
primary, secondary, and tertiary grades
where whip sawed, pejoratively emasculated
hoary golem, unstintingly bruiting, brow beating
and bamboozling gremlins
wrought zealous destruction!
Mine offset fooey zook equilibrium
translated into at least one raw bit
(hmm...maybe the naughty one) being askew,
which nearly (worse case scenario) critically
could burn up every hair strand fiber optic wired conduit
sans, and destroy the primary, secondary, tertiary...
connection of this (motherf******) circuit
board, which (sorry tubby explicit),
whew close call offset (viz skin of
"FAKE" teeth), in NIC of time avoided major deficit
thankfully technical glitch
bit dust courtesy re: micro
processor faux wall thwarted,
toppling scaffolding upholding democracy forfeit
sure would totally wreck global functionality luckily
ace craftsman ma papa with keen insight
anticipated built-in catastrophic fail/
safe under soldering gun,
preemptively incorporated chess
grandmaster measured gambit,
hence avoiding future government
shutdowns since implicit
within migrant manufactured mesh
of webbed components houses white lie
sense to circumvent, via automatic
nanobyte size trigger
comprising a binary coded buffered kilobyte,
yours truly able to attune
consciousness to any slight
fluctuation, perturbation, variation, et cetera
imperceptible to nobody but me,
a "smart" sensor, that doubles as infrared light,
whereby coded instructions encrypted airtight
bequeathed to this artificial intelligence
as digitally patented birthright
also linkedin virtual reality appurtenances
portray futuristic bombsight
of World War III a minuscule,
yet not improbable chance event, some bright
eyed and bushy tailed hacker infringes copyright
gleefully launching atomic missiles,
which thermonuclear midnight
leaving Earth a lifeless burnt offering,
where scant bands escape by spaceflight,
whence this garden variety
will no longer be able to write!
Sadly as I put the pen down
Trying to pour out all my emotions
My trauma and my life drama then I think…
Thinking that i was a writer for as long as i lived
Been playing with words my whole life
Book has been my friend and pen my best partner
I was an author that ive never been…
I grew up a reader in school
And turned a writer in tertiary level
But now i smell an author in my age
The author that ive never been…
With every ink i managed to link stories
with every paper i was a piper of all narrations
Somehow I knew i’m gifted
But my mind remained shifted
It Kept me blinded by the blurriness of unknown
And made me an author that i’ve never been…
Types of words which I gathered
And compilations of scripts ive written
All ive written and written yet took me nowhere…
Then i thought perhaps its beyond impossible
To get possible with the world of possible authors
That writing is in me but authoring is somewher e else
because i was just an author that ive never been
The one hidden in the closet
The one that kept wishing and wiling to write
Kept glued to screens upping scripts I never knew..
Never knew when and how will they turn me into n author
Deep down I knew there’s author in me
But never knew how to bring her to life
I remained a writer and kept writing
Hoping that one day I will become an author…
An author that ive jever been
I've always been a writer but…
But then why does it only feel right?
Feel right now for me to become an author
Right after my sons death?
Was it really waiting to come to life by losing his?
Is this the was for me to become an author?
If yes I guess a talent has its hilarious way of coming to life…
The correlation between the bull and its southern identity,
most likely gives significance to its “calf land” description.
The labour room where renaissance was born
and historically grown through Michelangelo, Donatello, Da Vinci and others.
Finds great contentment in the treasury of the family.
Its empire once hitting heights way beyond the white mountains,
from Portugal to Syria and from Britain to the North African deserts;
while in possession of a language with more Latin words than any other.
It is a bird in constant carriage of two small chicks
while one is distant in the oldest continuous constitution,
the other stands apart in locking its city Gates at night.
The contributions of two major pillars out of so many
in the awesome support of the eighteenth century enlightenment
arguably equates the international influence of its “Three fountains”.
It has great command in the language of music
as the first global operas were composed in its sitting room.
From the Sardinian islands to the spectacle of the leaning tower of prisa,
this world nation with a significant portion
of its economic power rested on the dealings of mafias
is home to ‘A’ grade designers and highly rated sport automobiles.
The birth place of Galileo Galilei and Carlo Collodi,
engaging in unsaid romance with its own wolf;
making leisure a charismatic ritual through the evening stroll
and enjoying the biggest holiday in Christmas to Epiphany
is this land with more masterpieces than any other in the planet
and having the largest tertiary institution in its continent.