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Our time has come
to turn from dance
with Owl's night-wise Medicine
Deep sultry listening
for wide empathic languages
whispering iconic myths
of syntax flowing paradigms
Reaching across Full Moon shadow
to inside passion die for outside pleasure
in contented ego/eco-flying Presence
within soaring without
Free of struggling
with letting go of anger
for AnthroCapitalized ignorance.
Frustration with our own slow to learn sense
that our best colonizing years are behind us,
if only because we prefer
to die in wealth of Full Moon's bodhisattva rebirth.
To struggle through this narrow breach
of polypathic pilgrimage
this dark MidWay Eve,
to relinquish all fear of fear
of folding
and refolding Earth's timeless synergy,
eternally felt Being Present
reconnecting regenerative tisssue
of progenitor's FullMoon Medicine issues
HumaneSelf reconceiving DivineOther
co-empathic eve of solsticing
wise dicing esteem,
Prime Ego/Eco-Elational CoIdentity.
Silent nights of peacefully resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights,
purgation's Advent darkly waiting
opens sublime ego/eco- bipartisan therapy
of Earth Rights and Wrongs
are also Me,
WE Wide Web of Earth Tribes,
emerging from FullMoon wondrous Heaven
and NewMoon Earth
awesomely co-present
AnthroHours
and co-enlightening days
and EarthAnimated seasons
regenerating bicameral laughter
with deep co-respect
and widely Peaking Presence
Silent smiling
coherently inclusive rememory
of warm waving
co-gravitating humor
in love as life
spreading wild as moonlight
on this wise CoElational Eve.
Y/our relationship with ecology and economics
incarnates polypathically,
multisystemically therapeutic,
like positive human relationships
and richly fertile sacred dreams
between DNA's biological unfolding and Vitamin D's
absorbing ways.
Our actively cooperating economic design,
political intent,
power assumptions,
love,
light of truth,
beauty,
multisystemic refueling therapy
for ego and ecohealing community,
Appositionally driven
shriveled by exhausting lose-lose practices
feeding shriven anger,
silos of fear and suffering,
haunted by monopolistic
monochromatic
mindless monocultural nightmares
of Black Hole entropic proportion,
socioeconomic pathology
wilting and suffocating purgation
monotheistic punishment
pantheistic imprisonment.
Black hole reverse-eco-normic competition
never ends with enough,
timelessly continues longing for infinity
of heaven at hand.
Ecological cooperation soon builds diversely inclusive sufficiency,
together,
healthy warm kinda wealthy,
but just right,
pricklygoo co-invested
muse amusing culture.
If we don't fly apart first,
we might learn to fly
and swim
and breathe together,
drinking from the same aerobic/autonomic fountain of knowledge,
in bull-bear fueled nutritional flows and ebbing markets
polyculturally optimized self-with-other resilient design.
EcoTherapy practices peaceful Earth development,
proactively nurturing
co-passionate bipartisan
notBully/notBear balanced
therapeutic EarthTribal nutrition.
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
Seems I don’t have the ability to concentrate inside of me.
I get distracted by the simplest of things,
Hey, that was a foul! What are you looking at ref?!?!?
And cannot focus on…Ha ha, look at that guy’s bling.
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
Oh, did I already say that?
Hey, what’s this spot on my hand?
Do you think it’s something I should get looked at?
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
The doctor suggested some unusual therapy,
Said maybe I should try writing poetry,
Maybe focusing on that could help fix me.
Honey, why haven’t we installed the wireless mouse, yet?
The wires almost knocked over my drink.
Now where was I?
Oh yeah, I was going to write a poem, I think.
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
I should look that up on the Internet.
What time is it?
Cindy, is Spencer home from school yet?
I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD.
How many times have I written that sentence?
Oh, there’s Spencer. Hey, you want to go out and play?
I’ll write my poem later today.
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I’ve been diagnosed with Adult ADHD,
Although I think they are full of crock,
They say I have a problem concentrating,
I say that I do not.
They challenged me to write a poem,
I can do it – I’ll show ‘um.
Hey, somebody answer the phone.
What’s this – is somebody writing a poem on this PC?
Oh, was that me?
Honey, what was it the Doctor said I had?
Oh yeah, Adult ADHD,
My wife said, “If that’s true,
It’s the only thing ADULT about you.”
Very funny, Honey.
Now, what was I doing?
Oh look, Ohio State is on TV.
Maybe I’ll come back to this later – whatever it is I was doing.
Sometimes a world of chaos comes,
Like thoughts to unravel.
Sometimes I feel pregnant with energy galore,
It's as if I'm speeding towards the finish line.
Sometimes I find myself inside a world,
With such silence, you'd hear a pin drop, and
I am simmered.
Sometimes a world of smashing ideas arrives,
And the sifting begins, because,
I must not jump to conclusion or climb lofty heights.
Sometimes a world of costal scenes emerges with
Zephyr breeze, and carefree years.
Sometimes kaleidoscopic world shows itself,
And I'm in love with all of life.
Sometimes a world of symphony streams like dream
I wish would never end.
Sometimes my world seem upside down, and
I must flip pages of the script because,
The other side of night is morning light.
Sometimes I enter a world of stillness, and
The beating of my heart with breath
Awakens me to countless lives,
Souls striving to see of clarity.
*
I was a woke shrink, I sadly write this verse.
My patients came in bad shape, ended up worse.
Today there was Cohen, who thought he was French.
I told him either way, his privilege gave a stench.
I told him skin color made him an oppressor.
He got so upset; he jumped on my dresser.
There was Jane who when I said she was a man.
transitioned, then wanted to undo that plan.
I had told she can be any gender intersection.
But she stays in a state of permanent dejection.
Annie once hurt her head falling off a wall.
Her frantic husband first gave me the call.
I said her deranged thoughts were dealing with life's pain.
No such thing as crazy, a new way of being sane.
Hiroshi believed a film spread across the land,
His scandal on the screen, completely out of hand.
I told him he couldn't change, just accept the shame.
He committed Hara Kiri, it's me his parents blame.
Then came Gino Posca, crying like a child.
He said the Mob sprays him with drugs, the story was so wild.
I really couldn't take this tale; I was having a bad day.
I said I believed him I'd follow up straight away.
Gino was so grateful; he told all his amicos
I was wrong to strengthen his delusions, I suppose.
I drove home, increasing fear, two cars behind me all the way.
Dead bird under my mailbox, an odd whiff of skunk spray
Maybe my being woke was being asleep at the wheel.
I can't tell truth from fiction, can't go by what I feel.
Maybe all I was taught, contradicts common sense.
And who just threw that dead fish over my garden fence?
Extant autobiography devoid
of livingsocial, I berate
whatsapp pining now resultant
outcome coping poorly did create
courtesy, sans avast kindled
linkedin self denigrate
predicated series of unfortunate
events buzzfeeding ill fate
capital one after another pinterest
newpages writers block did generate
countless blank pages interspersed
with scrawled sentences untrained great
fully dreadful bully heavable
box scarred tortured letters humiliate
head arabesques twisted abc's...
...xyz's, a field day for graphoanalyst,
wrought cribbed hand did obviously illustrate
chicken scratch inferiority complex intimate
lee evinced worthlessness, intimidate
dead visibly withdrawn frightened
undersized lad meek nasality intonate
head out button nose invalidate
ding any professed parental love
adopted, believed, coaxed...
hermetically sealed inviolate
coda sustaining purposelessness
reinforced silence no matter irate,
when glared, jeered, mocked,...
defenseless scapegoat remained isolate
internalizing harassment groveling
bowed boy smarting as hectoring did lacerate
quotidian repeated bajillion times
hence, where death could liberate
academic, demonic, horrific struggle,
now unable to shuck off residual
emotional fallout thru poems literate
attempt to expunge counterproductive
thoughts smoldering like kindling
gray matter festered toxicity did marinate
skool of hard knocks did matriculate
pharmacological cornucopia doth mitigate
in tandem with therapy delivers soul asylum,
a theme yours truly often doth narrate.
The drug addiction
Is always an ethereal invitation
From pond to stream
From stream to river
From river to ocean
Grey and gloom none
A relaxing cool sun
Ushering in the evening
A hundred shades of moon in a mustard yellow June
The drug I realized one day takes possession of the brain
Taking absolute charge of the reward circuit
Launching banquet of dopamine
The chemical messenger sending false signals
For more and more euphoria
Until all your dahlias are black
Either this realization
Or the sure annihilation
If you are lucky in the former
Two supports may come to rescue
Medicine and behavioural therapy
The key
To reentry
From gloom
To your ballroom
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May 31, 2016 // 24 Lines // For That colorful drug – Poetry Contest.
Sponsor: Lewis Reynes
I love the smell* of God’s gracious bounty
Freely exuding pure leafy-green scent
Breathing out Creator’s fragrance, so fresh
Oozing great nature’s delightful perfume
Enriching paradise breeze with good health.
I love the sound of God’s gracious bounty
Chirping birds in tune with gushing rivers
Soothing zephyr wafts serenity-bliss
Cicadas’ symphony serenades swell
Surpassing crickets’ concert with pleasure.
I love the taste of God’s gracious bounty
Fruity, savoury meals, mouth-watering
Gustatory buds victoriously blend
Midst sumptuous feast enriched with sweet thoughts
In a wondrous picnic at Eden’s park.
I love the touch of God’s gracious bounty
Warm caress from heavenly sunshine rays
Foot therapy along great sandy trek
Exhilarating water falls’ embrace
Secured rejuvenation-engulfment.
My heart thanks God for His gracious bounty:
Creation’s smell of perfect redolence
Nature-sounds reverberating praises
Flavorful zest toward well-being taste
Divine touch assuring the Lord’s presence.
*Philippians 4:18 … A sweet smell … acceptable, wellpleasing to God.
November 27, 2019
1st place, "Smell, Sound, Taste, Touch Repeat Sense" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Sheri Fresonke Harper; judged on 12/21/2019.
before you forgot me
I forgot you
stopping for 'STOP LOSS'
on this stage to stand alone
persistent anonymous
we're almost there
- ground zero -
never out of position when so often
there isn't one
we imagined we were at John 'n Yoko's Montreal
BED-IN ~ "giving peace a chance"
you could live your whole life lost like that
IN-BED
we sought beaches, white water
'n hummingbirds galore
a cerulean blue morpho at the butterfly gardens
of Costa Rica
adventure therapy from sea to bed: a slippery
place where the faithful prey for abundance 'n grace
in the shadow of depression
the race to the finish-line was often
an obstacle course: collectible 'n historical
forever blue, remembering I'd forgotten you
but found you a hundred, a thousand times
beyond the ability to remember or express
my love
“Every year is a chess game. New Year is a new chess game! You make the right moves, you win the game!”
Mehmet Murat ildan
Questions of resolutions for new years day.
It's a comedic quest that's all I can I say.
No more gym promises, let 'love handles' slide,
I'll do squats with laughter - it's smiles certified!
I'll attempt to embrace my inner chef cuisine,
but I'll probably get too lazy to cut green beans!
Microwaves, dear Constance, shall take the lead,
cooking gourmet food in minutes, that's all I need!
I don't care for mumbo jumbo mindfulness.
I'll try to be calm and stay away from stress.
I'm quite content with my life being a mess.
through poetry I will continue to express.
Maybe I'll spend less time online or on my phone,
but then my 'Boo' will be grumpy and start to moan;
asking "Why no poetry or posting on soup,
have I joined another community group?"
Soupers must be tired from my melancholic words,
so I'll try to make them laugh like royal lords.
I'll post limericks humorous and brash,
maybe I'll get published and make lots of cash!
I'm poor and no money brings so much woe,
but I pledge to spend on a cheap comedy show.
Laughter, they say is the best form of currency,
it's free and will save you from needing therapy.
Fitness goals? Come on let's keep it real,
my resolution's laughter, a daily ordeal.
Belly laughs and chuckles, my abs will be toned,
who needs a treadmill when jokes are treasures, owned.
Oh Constance La France my dear poetic friend,
on new year resolutions one cannot depend.
We all know they end up in disaster,
so I'm gonna stick to the strength of laughter!
For in the land of goals, funny and bright,
may your New Year beliefs bring you delight!