Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Truth is a feather
pushed off to the other side.
Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.
OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.
[My EcoTherapist is trying to recall our bicameral minds with ecological bodies.]
[More kinda creepy silence.]
[I wonder if I have time for a cigarette.]
How do you understand “mind” as other than “body”?
[OK, she leads with a dualist assumption
for a session advertised as nondualist,
so the correct answer must be,
Which, mind or body, do you believe came first,
or do you believe,
as I do,
consciousness and biosystems co-arise nondually?
[I knew it!
Biosystems are self-identifying consciousness-rememory
DNA-encoded systems, or RNA, if you’re a tree or something green,
from before the time when physical root systems
transubstantiated into metaphysical regenerate root bilateral,
then bicamerally balancing,
I remember our history of biological evolution co-mentoring sessions,
out on the coral reefs of time’s surfing copresence.]
If mind emerges from reiterative and redundant and resonant neural-cellular development,
in these, and probably other, senses co-arising nondually,
then what do you think could survive of your Ego identity
upon total biosystemic flatline demise of your natural-chemically elementary cellular body?
From where would sensory consciousness and memory emerge?
From when, and for how long?
[Hang on there now. I’m stuck back on the where question,
which I think should probably default as Nowhere,
Ego emerges from nowhere?
No, no, If dead,
then Ego as sensory consciousness and memory is nowhere
at that time, and on into the future of EarthTribal evolutionary history.
No such phenomenon.
No such experience within continuous Earth-spinning Time.
But only as long as I dance this Ego-consciousness string
As your mindbody decomposes,
is this really still your Ego’s story?
In that future time of opportunities for health and relationship
capacities for ongoing communication,
you struggle to face their mortal loss now, projecting forward,
we struggle together to find faith
these lost opportunities are not your post-critical event
of loss, decay, absence, inevitable physical and mental defeat.
[I don’t even have faith that anyone will think that day
has come even one day too soon.
Nor would I care to invest in such an unwise faith.]
in the face of this inevitable termination of Ego’s mindbody story,
as unfolding conscious memory-string of continuous information,
transform into your nutritionally reiterating responses and contributions
yet reverberating within EarthTribe’s ReGeneration Story?
Is your Ego expanding out toward Earth’s Story?
pregnant pregenetic, nearly timeless Creation Story,
out and yet deeply into this Elder (0)Riginal Intent.
Body memory transforming within ecopolitical truths of post-taoist beauty,
ecologic of Ego/Eco balancing
dipolar cognitive/affective neural emergence
(0) CommonsCentered DNA/RNA code—syntax
healthy reverse development instructions
for normative natural/spiritual
mind/body elational resonant resolutions
giving oneself birth into this body’s time
as giving ourselves freedom
for time’s codependent love of light ourselves.
[My self-image emerges rather far toward the depressive side
of love as ecoconscious light myselves.
Oh, wait, maybe that connection between agape as Basic Attendance,
understory of all those relational dramas, and nonrelational boredoms,
dissonance and dismay,
feelings of elation and relation,
love and hate,
anger and fear,
all Ego’s products,
as Ego, in turn, is produced
by unfolding DNA instructions
within a nurturing DNA-developed warm embryonic pronoic womb
living in this specific time
within Earth’s evolution of continuing ecosystemic health-consciousness.
[Oh, I get it, health as therapy-consciousness.
Puts a postmillennial twist on post-doctoral medicinal sciences.
Kind of self-serving, though,
unless all humane-nature is for ecotherapeutic vocations,
in dying as in living,
in living as optimally visible through mortality’s timeless lens.]
What we inherited from Elder wombs of Time’s incarnation
is what Ego becomes
to cherish as responsible authority
rooted within teleologically exegetical historic evidence
unveiling regenerative evolutions as cooperative nested-networks,
and to let go free as a last pay-it-forward gift
to nurture future healthy regenerations of time
[Why do I feel like I could use a bath
more than a cigarette?]
deepdense Ego-Ecohypnotic co-elational learning bright,
white octaving night,
protons merging eco-lateral binomial electronically issuing waves
as Yes! reweaves notnot
[I’m wondering if there is something in Taoist water
that regenerates this wu wei balance
spinning through my bicamerally revolving mind
Could you become as curious about other’s Ego development stories
as you have obsessed about your own?
[Wait a minute,
when did I give you the OK to label me as self-obsessed?
Or maybe the balance point here
invites comparisons between obsessive curiosities,
in which case
perhaps my own Ego health constant revival
does indeed lie most mortally on my failing mind.]
please note differences
but memorize Earth’s natural systemic similarities,
especially about what we all want our end to say
one day's capacities for love as peace,
about gradually subsiding incapacities of anger Ego losses
and fear of/for future Earth as sacred compost,
transubstantiating post-climatic residency.
was I supposed to write that out loud?]
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
combinations of letters,
sometimes more secular,
sometimes more sacred ecological.
Numerals and letters share sacred iconic human-intelligence root systems
within a bicameral ecology of mind-body nonduality,
both RightBrain matriarchal empowering flow of integrity (Czikszentmihalyi)
and LeftBrain patriarchal Yang deductive empowered language
of ecological-bilateral numerals (B. Fuller).
like rhythms and fractal-holonic patterns,
show up in nature,
as natural primal relationships
with the revolutions of seasonal eco-development time.
We have Century Plants
blossoming only once in 100 years.
Where did they learn their metric-memory skills,
We have histories of locusts
swarming every 25 years.
How many generations is that
in locust co-intelligence?
We have Old Faithful.
How do these bio-ecosystems know when it is time to show up,
and when it is time for Business As Usual,
not show off?
When is it time for numeric revolutionary performances,
and more aptic time for normal evolutions
Bicamerally-bilaterally structured humans
have 1,000 year millenniums,
boundary periods of ecological discernment,
sacred-secular nondual potentials increased
for Left-Right balance development,
scientifically conservative yet also spiritually progressive,
for healthier conversations between our Yang Patriarchal languaged LeftBrains
and our Yin-Matriarchal-Integral
sacred-iconic nurturing RightBrain.
These revolutionary recycling events
feel more sacred
then humdrum secular
not 100th year,
not 25th year,
not one thousandth year,
and yet there is a building up prophetic era
emerging from secular medians
toward sacred climax,
just as there is a sacred afterglow of memory
reweaving these repurposing miracles
of life's iconic mysteries.
What if LeftBrain has developed iconic political powers of language
speaking of, and longing for,
regenerative conservation of ecologically healthy meaning,
older on the phylogenic ladder of DNA revolution
of what had been RNA monotheistic root systemic
health-wealth normative evolutionary symmetries of cooperative health?
Matriarchal reverse-hierarchical extending family trees,
singing and dancing
marching and flying and swimming
diastatically climaxing for and with economic-ecologic
iconic seasonal re-integrity,
wealth ionic-contenting health,
karmic flow of right-timed bliss,
erotic through agapic sacred grace
of regenerate health-wealth co-arising
ego/eco-political empowering attitudes of polypathic trust,
(0) soul, sum, core millennial balancing.
A great deal has been LeftBrain written
about the iconic historical evolution of numerals.
Perhaps a great deal more has been felt
about the RightBrain embryonic ElderMatriarchal womb,
virginal bilateral emptiness
of polypathic-estrogenetic zero (0),
and the LeftBrain Yang convex-vertical
prominant testoster-oned one (1).
But, both seem to ecologically deliver themselves
in PositiveRegenerative and NegativeDegenerative spectral multicultural varieties,
balancing at the DoubleNegative tipping points of equivalence,
Left-Right cognitive confluence,
rather than cognitive-affective ecologically more secular climates
of everyday Business As Usual competitive political dissonance.
What might it mean to have 2020 bicameral ecopolitically balanced ReVolutioning Vision?
To bicamerally hear,
to multicultural civil eco-service rights and wrongs taste,
to matriarch-cooperative network
economic slow diastatic-fertile growth of ecological-flow feel,
ecopolitically co-arising nondual post-millennial mindbodies
of Left-Right ego/eco-balancing consciousness?
A lot of permaculturally nutritious ecopolitical designs could emerge
before the upcoming
revolutionary Roaring 2020s.
Interesting about early 2017 new not-so-Presidential Executive Orders
to immediately dismantle,
by means of neglect to feed and water,
our imperfect frames for national access to health care
and national, even international, access to global climate health,
to the full extent now lawful.
How could this be any post-millennial climate health afterglow at all?
I wonder in bicameral dismay.
As we incarnate 2020 Vision
among Washington's pay for public services rendered,
would it not be our health and safety collective duty
to defend regenerative health and happiness,
safety and prosperity,
freedom from unhealthy exploitation of Earth's resources
and freedom toward healthy development
of regenerative climate bio and ecotherapies?
What could our democratic unity of ecopolitical states
of healthy and secure mind and body nondually mean,
if not to cooperatively pursue healthy biological
So these Executive Orders
appear uncivil nonservice,
intrinsically anti-health and happiness AntiConstitutional to me,
for any civil servant of health and safety
anathema of plutocratic anthrocentric hubris,
both politically and economically untenable
for our shared healthy futures,
and future health regenerations.
Are these early indicators that anti-regenerative supremacy
has become a self-impeaching
against basic first premises of a fearlessly trusting democracy,
freedom of and for health and safety
of fertile cooperative 2020 integrity
of ecotherapeutic character,
WinWin politically cooperative
defensively secure development
of growing climate health-progressive trends,
ecological-economic nondual opportunities
to reduce high-risk competitive climates of dehumanizing
nature-spirit anti-ecological pathology.
like words, composed of iconic letters and declarative constitutions,
mean something secularLeft-sacredRight nondual
rising 2020 ReVolution.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
I have had a highly redundant,
one might even choose polypathic,
graduate studies experience
spanning my adult life to date.
This began with a semester of Philosophy.
Just enough to learn I wanted something more experiential,
a more communitarian environment of Applied Metaphysics, perhaps.
So then I began, and soon completed, studies for the Master of Divinity degree,
which has an arcane ring to it,
but basically the title implies just the opposite of what degree candidates most hope for,
to be Mastered by Divine Love,
to economically and politically operate as an icon of all-inclusive ecological love.
Those receiving the M.Div.
hoped to apply their ecopolitical science of empathic trust,
our mutual Basic Attendance,
to life as liturgical theology
or at least teleologically benign song and dance;
to be the love today we proclaim for tomorrow,
rooted in our humane-divine nondual nature-spirit compost
of ecopolitical peace-integrity with justice-truth becoming;
The Ways of Divinity,
when I landed in a rural Colorado parish,
the beat-down aging poor mutually-marginalizing Mexican and Anglo faith community
invited me to reconsider further investment in administering sacraments
disconnected from ecologically healthy outcomes of empathic trust.
To continue as individuals,
and as a multiculturally rich community
of mutually holonic,
trusting co-empathic faith,
we needed more of a Total Makeover,
a gut rehab,
an economic design to fuel our continuing collective political incarnation
into this Beloved Therapeutic EcoPolitical Community
we each long to belong within,
as integrity without.
Responding to apparent hope for stronger organizing
and ecological design and implementation,
and evaluation and socioeconomic change skills,
I accepted an invitation into a double Master of Public Administration and Community [Economic] Development degree program,
primarily taught by PhDs in Political Science;
my first among too many loves as an undergraduate at Michigan.
Here I learned, once again, that politically correct administration of empathic trusting,
and even actively distrusting totalitarian political relationships
historically and culturally thrive
when "follow economic wealth"
also means "responsibly invite multicultural political as personal health"
internally economic as externally political,
nondual internal-external co-arising ecological landscapes of nutrition.
Humane ecopolitical landscapes are ruled by active hope
and cooperative potential within
as divinely landscaped multicultural ecology without,
polypathic faith in love's synergetic trust
and curious regenerativity of enlightening imagination.
The U.S. Declaration of interdependent Independence and Constitution were born of Enlightenment CoOperative EcoPolitics.
Applied ecopolitical science looked a great deal like applied theology,
or at least teleology, healthy purpose, therapeutic cultural meaning.
Democracy develops fragrant discernment through co-empathic multicultural trust,
moving toward inclusive resonant resolutions of complexly interdependent ecopolitical issues,
social investments and historical-cultural divestments,
intending improved climate health
and less climates of pathology,
whether too hyperactively warm
or too near to flat-line fading into freezing despair.
My issues with effectively developing ecopolitical health,
by suppressing dis-ecological pathologies,
past failures of achieving a truly multiculturally abundant history of sustainable healthy climates,
soon led to confusion about a great cultural divide
between two vocational labels:
1. Political Scientist, and
2. Permacultural Designer.
This great cultural divide appeared front and center
more recently when I became certified as a Permaculture Designer.
It helped me to look more carefully at the functional intent of "political"
as compared to "permacultural" outcome goals and use-of-power objectives.
As I thought more about how our normal day-to-day scientific investment in learning about power includes learning primal differences between multicultural designs
and monocultural monopolies of totalitarian mistrust leaning toward distrust chaos,
then polypathic confluence of design and pattern correlations emerge as the compost,
the fodder of our ecological as ecopolitical learning enterprise.
"Permaculture" was chosen to distinguish perennially designed
and democratically self-governing landscapes
from more traditional annual economies of "Agriculture" business,
with more of a replant, spray, and harvest of chemically treated quasi-edibles,
nutritionally malignant regarding fertile health of Earth's soil,
leading to well-established suboptimal health-trends of ecopolitical Business As Usual.
Permaculture designs are for and on and about and composed of information rooted in past positive polyculturally balanced community landscape outcomes.
These polyculturing ecopolitical landscapes began as maps of nurturing health plans for exteriors only,
like gardens and farms and river banks.
But, this organic economic and political view of power-with ecological balancing climates
has moved from exterior to increasingly interior ecopolitical health landscapes,
like bicameral full-octave nature-spirit nondual deep learning healthy multicultural mindbody landscapes, dialogues, stories, evolutions.
If you believe IN evolutionary processes
that you do not believe also believe in you,
then you are less likely to achieve healthy nutritional ecopolitically sustainable outcomes,
while you are waiting for SomeOne Other
to grace you with His Transcendent truth-beauty presence.
If you believe WITH processes of ecosystemic health,
then you have joined the evolutionary permacultural partisans of healthy regenesis,
wherein lies all evidence of co-creation.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
liam mcdaid | Details
One small little country which houses
one of the highest paid governments
in this modern world joke ran upside down
A big part of our life existing reality
when the backbone is gone snakes appear with light surely
we spend working for slave masters who get rich of our toils quickly
Paying us poor wages beneath worth middle men
when fat cats do little honesty whips out
fairness in the way of work very shy who cares
Because of what the banks done bonuses where paid
to them that destroyed the building of our country
highly qualified tradesmen left on the street
Without a shred of pity unemployment has risen
all our young have left to foreign lands few have returned
tens of thousands I mean addressing it truthfully
Unemployment has not changed hidden secrets spill beans
there is few jobs in our county facts on the streets speak
job seekers they call us now with branding irons
Builders can build this country to glory again
yet now we are classed of little worth sent out to sweep streets
picking up the rubbish where we belong former taxpayers
Corruption when you feel the sadness of truth
involved in the structure of thousands of homes
hotels petrol stations even the construction of prisons
Now we are worthless on the streets of our own land
at a time we were the highest taxpayers of this state
we now pick up the bankers tab and effects from Europe's deal
Honesty has a funny way of drawing pictures
lucky our state does not protect innocent people anymore
without evidence I was arrested on German hear say
My family suffered seeing what I was going through
long gone is the days of our state justice
not one person of the state said sorry when I won my case
Held in chains this is my truth If my country would of stood
up for me as there was no evidence to support such claims
In my battle kept down made me smarter opening my eyes
Claiming higher ground class beggars bowl out
hands on now I am a builder one noble profession
hard working people like us stand the test of time
Paddies we built the cities a legacy stands in concrete
handed down from our forefathers trades
hard working men and women of Erin
Sons and daughters worked the green land over
for centuries we have been raped and plundered
cruelty our sovereignty has been stolen away from us
State owed by the people oil under our soil talk of gold
enough gas to heat our little island sold out shame
with out the consent of its citizens power of attorney give
Setting wages to suit elite bodies opens the eyes closed
non profitable businesses paid by taxpayers government
Unfair grounds bared selling rights away trail of tears
Keeping people at the lower end scales silver justice
slaves unto the organ grinders note forced correct term
There goal is so undemocratic politically set falsehood lies
Forced down so they will not rise the poor struggle
uneducated fools behind veils we see Holy smoke
Minimum wage a complete and utter joke
Unlivable as prices soar out of control insurance rockets
for toughest jobs beneath suits employed struggling
be realistic we receive a pension at seventy respect
I cannot stop laughing at stupidity when it strikes a funny key
bones aching approaching middle age life's labour exposed
wore done from years of sweat even blood dripped
Joke of the century double standards stop for a moment
hiding away with your secret pacts undisclosed truths reveal
for the workers vote government bodies take note think
Should be the same all around lead by example set down
we fought against slavery once before our forefathers
freedom and civil rights for the working class to speak
Middle class has almost been deleted from society
as monies are less and the work load doubled
for peanuts a third of the value meaning work until death
Logic rents in cities increase backwards peddling rotten apples
as the vice like grips society happiness is rare and beautiful
Long hours less holidays in most cases very true
Homeless has risen to an all time high
hospitals people are dying on trolleys fact
even cutting funding to the disabled beneath par
Grants are cut in the arts field to virtually nothing
roads are in disrepair in dark wet nights dangerous
without cats eyes a safety risk to motorists meeting
Motor tax is daylight robbery only new cars have little tax
hitting those less well off playing the game
property tax laugh a minute after paying tax on materials
Now water tax another con to control natural energy
our seas are being plundered as quotas are enforced
by Europe on our seas controlled without out consent
Do we bend over as a people backwards as our riches are stolen
do we know or learn any lessons from past tense democracy
taxes make it better for our children they say
Long gone are the days people trading from their toils
organic healthy food sold in small shops from local farmers market
past tense fresh milk in a bottle was always beautiful to drink
Even milk is not the same as they fill it now with substitutes
no such thing as fresh eggs in the supermarkets or meat
everything has been sold to big co operatives
My granny told the same story struggling away back
our country is going backwards in time controlling food
people have lost the meaning of life
Poisonous goods sold in shops Gmos
next it will be steroid filled meat nothing healthy anymore
even farms have shut down emigration so many young gone
Why a country is beginning to cut the elderly
leaving it cold a cruel blow in truth for those now retired
They believed the lies but i don't
Now seeing so many of the straws that breaks a camels back
looking through the needle eye of greed no remorse
instead we struggle on in our every day hardships right
Copyright © liam mcdaid | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Freddie Robinson Jr. | Details
The Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise,
then like windblown grains of sand, fall to the dust
Six kingdoms have come and gone, blinked their eyes
and we’re now, in these last days, living on the cusp
But let us first do a fast biblical rewind,
go back in history through the pages of time
The kingdom count begins in the dark land of Ham,
where God revealed Himself to be I AM THAT I AM
Egypt, land of the pharaohs and great pyramids
Stone reminders of all the oppression they did
It happened here, in the oasis field of Zoan,
great Exodus from a bondage that was strong
God delivered to Pharaoh a Red Sea burial,
showed forth His power so everyone would know
Showed forth His power so everyone would know
His Almighty name throughout the whole earth
Next kingdom to arrive with their arrows and bow,
didn’t think much of life, or it’s inherent worth
The Assyrians were big, bad conquerors
who wanted their killing rumors to be heard
They loved to rip open a begging mother’s womb,
they loved to destroy, devour and consume
But God broke the iron rod of great Nineveh,
when He took their strong right arm out of the fight
Their king sought victory thru his false god love,
and had his whole army destroyed in just one night
One angel of God killed 185K,
God’s awesome power once again on display
God’s awesome power once again on display,
opened the door for the third kingdom to arise:
Babylon the great whore, we all recognize
She sold every nation their idols to pray,
Trafficked in things you need not ever know,
selling everything, even human souls
Babylon burned down the temple Solomon built,
she was a lewd woman who felt no shame or guilt
She loved to boast of her wickedness out loud
So after being in bondage there for a while,
God said come out and touch not the unclean thing,
only your clean soul would you be able to bring
The same way Babylon quickly rose to power,
God destroyed this great kingdom in one hour
God destroyed this great kingdom in one hour,
and let the Mede-Persian’s time to reign begin
They were the fourth kingdom to bloom like a flower,
but their wicked rule too would soon come to an end
With a decree issued by Persian king Cyrus,
the house of God was built again in Jerusalem
But evil came once more in king Artaxerxes,
work on the holy temple was stopped by his whim
But a better Persian king took the scepter,
and said let the second temple be completed
Showing another kingdom would rule forever,
marking off time for judgment to be meted
This divided kingdom loved war like all the rest,
so God carried them on the wind into the west
So God carried them on the wind into the west,
where the fifth kingdom provided the stiffest test
The Greeks loved to preach peace and democracy,
but they loved more to practice war and slavery
When Greece arose, it signaled man’s ending,
because the second temple was now complete
And any kingdom that came thus a-following
had just been made insignificant and obsolete
Because the future kingdom of God was now firmly set
in the cornerstone which was the Son Jesus Christ
The raised temple meant Resurrection paid the sin debt
Eternal sovereignty was the holy Messiah’s right
The rise of Western civilization started with Greece,
but the sun of man’s dominion already set in the east
But the sun of man’s dominion already set in the east,
when the sixth kingdom’s shadow was cast into view
Enter mighty Rome, the fabled iron-clawed beast:
Said Caesar was the only king you must bow down to
Now the whole world lay in complete gross darkness
when the King of Zion appeared in human form
The Romans loved to crush with the heel of conquest,
they mocked any prophecy as superstitious norm
With capital punishment, they truly did excel ...
new ways to torture flesh was their calling card
Crucifixion was something they really did well;
exquisite death that was painful, cruel and hard
When they nailed Jesus on that cross at Calvary,
the empire of man then became ancient history
The empire of man then became ancient history,
two thousand years of empty footnote pages
And so now ends this tragic tale of no mystery,
the seventh kingdom owe lots of unpaid wages
It’s an amalgamation of the six kingdoms,
having all of their sins rolled up into one
Pharaoh, Nineveh, Babylon’s whoredoms
Divided empire, Greece, Rome ... all are done
The Devil has one more left, the last perdition:
a wicked kingdom unlike any heretofore
This seventh kingdom will be a proud creation,
with witchcraft hell-baked into it’s very core
Post brimstone day, no trace of man will tell why
the Holy Bible said seven kingdoms would arise
Re: Revelations 17: 9-11. This passage says that five kingdoms have came and went. The sixth kingdom, Rome, was presently in existence when the apostle John wrote the Book of Revelations. And every since then, mankind has been waiting for the last kingdom to appear, the seventh and final kingdom of man before the kingdom of God rules forever. The other six kingdoms are all written about in the pages of the Holy Bible.
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2017
Long poem by
Robert Candler | Details
Dedicated to the 2000 National College Football Champions, the Oklahoma Sooners
Over fifty years, boy and man, I’ve been a Sooners fan
Watched and reveled in their glories, every one;
But there’s no more glorious “Sooner Magic”
Than the Red October Run.
The new millennium's first football season,
Excited Sooners fans’ hopes did soar.
They had tasted victory in Bob Stoops’ first year;
Now, they wanted - no, expected - even more.
There was a glint of promise in Bob’s eyes,
Strength and confidence in his every word.
“Our Team has shown improvement”, is what he said;
“We’ll win!” is what fans heard.
By September’s end, the Sooners were 4 and O,
A “cupcake schedule” some anxious fans would say;
Twenty-two days in October would rule their destiny.
Texas, K-State, Nebraska, the teams they’d have to play.
“OU’s October is a gauntlet”, said ESPN;
“Play #10 and #2 and #1…and win”?
So, on a rainy Saturday morning in Dallas,
The Red October Run would begin.
The Texas State Fair at the Cotton Bowl,
Fans were welcomed by Big Tex.
They screamed, “Go OU!” and “Hook’em Horns!”;
But none could imagine what happened next.
Heupel was a dominating General;
The Sooners Offense, his relentless troops.
Calmus and the Defense assured a total rout,
The Coach of the Day was Bob Stoops.
Sooners fans were wild, delirious with glee;
But Bob seemed focused and sedate.
“We’ll enjoy this victory Sunday;
Then Monday, we’ll prepare for Kansas State”.
No time to revel in the Glory, #2 was tough.
Better than the Huskers? The possibility was real.
The road to #1 went through Manhattan,
And the Sooners would have to win it on the field.
The sportscasters had a field day.
Last year’s “coaching coup” was news again.
Beasley versus Heupel was “The Match-up”.
Could Heupel evade K-State’s awesome defense
and find a way to win?
Again, Heupel and his troops met the challenge;
And as the Sooners “D” assured a hard fought win,
Every Sooners fan’s heart was stirred.
Could our Sooners be “Big Red” again?
Mighty Nebraska, #1, was coming to Owen Field.
“Biggest OU - Nebraska game in years!” Corso said.
It would be 1 versus 2, a heralded gridiron epic
For the coveted title of…”Big Red”.
It was OU’s biggest home game ever.
The campus was alive with vendors and would-be
Every Sooners Fan’s heart was pounding.
Could the smell of #1 stoke the Sooners' fires?
The Huskers struck so quickly.
At 14 to nothing, Sooners fans were stunned.
It was shaping up to be a long, long day;
And it wasn’t going to be fun.
Quickly tho’, Heupel rallied his Sooners troops.
They scored and scored and scored again.
The Sooners “D” built a Wall at the 50,
And would not let the Huskers in.
Winners, the Sooners ran and jumped with glee.
Fans flooded Owen Field, milling all around,
Praising and hugging their Sooners Heroes.
They even tore the goal post down.
Now #1, the Sooners had won it on the field.
Their preparation had been well taught.
Bob Stoops, all his great coaches and assistants,
Took pride in how the Sooners fought.
Someone once said, “Everyone loves a winner.”
Everywhere you looked confirmed it’s true.
OU flags fluttered. Decals, hats, and clothes abound.
Come November, the Sooners and their Fans
had been renewed,
There’s no slighting the importance of Red October.
The Sooners came together as a Team.
No doubt too, without “The Red October Run”
Their National Championship would still be just a dream.
For the next five games, it was simply unacceptable
For the Sooners to even think that they could fail;
And, tho’ Heupel played injured, they won the Big 12 Championship;
Great Sooners Defense had prevailed.
But no one gave these Big 12 Champs the slightest chance to win
Against the mighty Seminoles of Florida State.
The Heisman Trophy Winner was their quarterback
And their defense was touted to be great.
At the coin toss, Team Captain Torrance Marshall
Said to their quarterback in words most serious and sure,
“You took our boy’s trophy”. Then he smiled,
“Now we’re gonna take yours”.
The Sooners “D” was everywhere and completely shut them down;
And, when Quentin Griffin’s touchdown closed the door,
Their quarterback knew that Marshall’s words rang true;
The not-so-mighty ‘Noles had not been allowed to score.
Yes, Bob Stoops and his Sooners knew the challenge:
To win Each game ‘til Every game’s been won;
Win for Sooners and their Fans the unchallenged right
To revel in the Glory of being #1.
Yes, my Sooners Team goes on and on,
Different faces, different names;
But these Sooners Champions will be well remembered
For the Season they won Every game.
Undefeated National Champions!
Before October, who would have ever dreamed?
Why, just last year, we didn’t even know the players' names;
And now, they’re College Football’s Greatest Team.
To overcome all adversity and rise to every challenge,
The reward for such a feat is being #1;
Their path to Glory born of a Sooners Legend
Called The Red October Run.
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her
crass desk of Primal Theory.
What could this dipolarity possibly mean,
between prophets of reforming doom and brighter co-redeemers,
for science and a more exegetical philosophy?
she apparently asked rhetorically
as surely no pupil would raise a voice or brow
to expansively respond.
Prophet Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurability
within scientific revolutions,
as contrasted to normal-science evolutions,
runs logically parallel
to Darwin's problem
that endosymbiosis appears to conclude
that the genetically rich will always get richer,
whether these be biological genes
or paradigmatic memes,
without explaining a more complex phylogenetic recreativity
resulting in great speciating transitions
and scientific revolutions
across multiple paradigms,
bringing what was individuated
into a new,
more multiculturally explicated,
consciousness of evolving ecto-cooperatively synced
co-empathic democratic trust.
Culturally synergetic trends
across ectosymbiotic revolutions
of cooperative Win-Win evolutionary diastasis,
or, as we like to say in Permaculture,
"climaxing beloved community"
conjoins complexly interdependent
within ecological systems,
one prophet's competitively incommensurable endo-evolution
of Business As Usual shouting for reform
could also be a cooperative messiah's meta-commensurable
rooted in a fractal regenerativity of relativity theory,
as Primal Relationship of Left with Right bicameral consciousness.
Right-meta-intuitive with Left-endo-ego-deductive balance
coarises two nondual, endo with ecto,
symbiotic environmental views
deductively-physical with intuitively-metaphysical function,
consciousness of supporting prophetic evolutions
promising revolutionary cooperative permacultural design
and all ectosymbiotic
political and eco-logical eco-normics.
Prophets predict scientific revolutions
most exegetically and co-redemptively correct,
as in historically accurate about Great Transitions,
after the fact of swelling intuitive/deductive cultural support.
the co-messianic promise of a new cooperative
metaphysical endo/ectosymbiotic evolutionary paradigm
may resolve more ectosymbiotic imbalances
long before competitive BusinessAsUsual Left-brain dominance
realizes he has already lost interest
in further Win-Lose Evolutionary Prophecies.
with deductive/inductive developmental reasons
long ago RNA-inclusively proved themselves
to be at least as successful endosymbiotically,
reductively within any one paradigm or species,
seasonally/transitionally fractal rhythms of eco-consciousness as Time;
a Win-Win Opera in 4 confluent voices
with Polynomial Uracil singing full Yang Summer of ReGenesis
with Not-Not Polynomial Cytosine's full Yin-Yin Winter DeComposition
while Adenine-Springs forward Yin to Yang consumption
and Guanine-Falls back Yang toward Yin production,
A with G
and U with C
dipolar-fractal (0)-soul centrally
bicamerally functional in-form-ation--
not-not cognitive dissonance theory.
Both Left-endo and Right-ecto symbiosis
are important to bicameral co-messiahs
steering toward pandemic
Quoting my colleague Professor C. Eisenstein,
"Are people happier now,
for having films
rather than tribal storytellers,
rather than gatherings around the piano?
Are we happier eating mass-produced food
rather than that from a neighbor's field
or our own garden?
Are we happier?
Has any new need been met?"
Intending this quote rhetorically
concluded with a question,
Professor Glory smiled with pleasure
at the smallest person voice
far in back of her great assembly hall,
"Our new permacultural need
on behalf of all EarthTribe species
is cooperative networking capacity
which might revolve recapacity
to gather around a piano
to become each other's song
sung in exquisite harmonic octaves,
with four equally balanced voices
co-messianically blending East with prophetic West
and exegetically back again,
reiterating karmic grace."
Co-arising revolution is to exegetical regenesis of loving nutritious grace
as prophetic evolution is to eisegetical phylogenesis,
struggling toward polypathic natural designs of cycling time.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
Long poem by
MOUNIR ESSENOUNI | Details
Inside the straight face of mine
Lies a sweet heart
The inside secrets has the pressure of the world on my shoulders
The pressure can be seen in my eyes as I'm told by my olders
So I walked out and put my feet in the shoes of others
and this is what I saw
I see the war spill
And bombs dropped
As I was in the house that got crushed
I drowned at sea
As my boat capsized With about 500 other families
We tried to swim to safety
I was the guy who had his hands up
While I did nothing wrong
The cop said freeze
I stood still pleaded
He screamed and fired a shot at me
I died cause I was black you see
I suffered persecution for doing nothing more then putting a cloth on my head
Covering my hair from being seen
Yet your objections and screams of oppression are obscene
Cause I was the guy labeled as a terrorist
Even though I integrated and was well educated
I had my son by my side who smiled
While the commuters read the tabloids
Taking in all the facts printed in bold
Then scrutinised and judged me
I wasn't born with dispise
But like the alphabet you begin to learn what you see
Learn hatred so you begin to preach it
Then dispise the lives of those who aren't white or belive in a diffrent creed
Cause I was the young girl followed home
Tied up, beaten and abused
All because the hatred grew inside of you
Then you decided to
Even though I was happy
Now a life time full of pain For the seconds of relife
I was the mum who lost her son to gun crime
Cause I had to work a 9 to 5 then a 5 to 9
All to put food in the fridge
My husband left me with 4 kids
I tried my best but what was I ment to do
Cause their role models wore designer gear and roles woth real models
I was the kid left on the street corner
No parents no family
No hope no dignity
So I grew cold with no home so lost hope searching for scraps
But I'm only humane
Situations dictate my movements
Greed desire need
Its inside of all of us
we claim indifference to the point we divided
When we need to Unite
But I'm only humane
I'm the nation that has no home
The people that lost their dignity
All in the name of a false deity
You whipped me out then white wash me from history
I am the slave owner That profited from the blacks
Before that the poor
They claimed I saved you, yet you were coasting Me and my union
100 years later and your still my 2nd class citizens
I'm the greedy banker that took it all
Caused the financial crisis
Left you broke and devided
Yet I still boat the ropes of owning a new boat
While Danieing it
I don't pay tax but you do
I'm the terrorist that blew up a land mark
Due to misguided means and misunderstood texts
The west funds my group
Yet you get vexed when we place a false flag test
the proofs in the leaks
They train me but once they got what they need they move me to a new country
I'm the pedophile that touched kids
But only got three years in which I didn't serve
Git a new name, new home and a monthly paycheck at your expenses
I'm the religious Figuer that preaches peace
Like the priests
Yet is consumed by a dark twisted desire
Fuled by funds from the public cause I claim to be the chosen one
I'm the leader that orchestrated the destruction and condemnation of a nation
Overthrow those who hold the gold that I want
If you don't have my bank
You better watch your back
I'm the so called democraticallyelected dictator
The second side of the same coin
I say sweet lies so you comply
Yet my reality is as bitter as could be
So repeat after Me
Live your life
Live my lies
live my life
I'm also the lobbies that spread the need for cancer sticks and alcohol poison
That touches your lips
I am the pharmaceutical company that created over a hundred disease
All in the name of greed
But I cured them all too
I keep away the secrets of the fruit herbs and plants
As they cure all that I create
For some oils can kill the cancer industry
But I have a new plan you watch and see
I am the cop told too shoot if your skin colour match the colour of my boot
My ego inflated so I do what I wanna do
The uniform means I'm above you
Body slam you in to the floor
or its gonna be 5 against one death match
I'm the top gun with the badge
Even though I'm a pawn used the same chess match
I'm the only one to drop an atomic bomb
Wiped out a city
Yet I'm still called greate
Could have avoided the devastation
But I still decided to wipe out a civilisation
But I'm only humane
I am the evil that resides in all of us
The love the hope the list
The hate the anger the greed
Yet my heart still beats
The Melina in my skin
The need for water, food
I'm just like you
So what's the difference between you and I
There's love there's hate
So now I've walked these streets
Unraveling the inside secrets
But disbite all
I'm only humane
Copyright © MOUNIR ESSENOUNI | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
It was sometime back in the 70's,
my later 20's,
I woke up one morning to realize
EgoSelf as an often dissonant nest
of natural systemic TaoEarth,
a mindbody bicameral treehouse
in some way that felt socially
and perhaps even politically awkward.
Too much like an Ugly Duckling Ego
in a Cinderella Opera,
clearly expecting myself to overcompensate
for my alien social-regenerative nature,
by learning to play each of the other roles
Prince Charming to my kids and husband,
somehow especially sadly
because I have the only AngloIdentified
in my Ugly StepSister/Brother and Cinderella and
Prince Charming family.
Carefully avoiding LoseLose Economist
as SuperUgly dualdark StepMother
to play out a MonoCulturally supremacist Win-Lose Opera,
with me in charge of racist misery.
It was not until we all began stretching together
to comprehend what it means,
in terms of health and beauty,
goodness and truth,
to become daily reborn
into a PostMillennial Taoist Unitarian Universalism,
more richly hued polycultural health outcomes increase.
In this PostTaoist UU Landscape,
I have come to correlate
Left MindBody Language,
with YangPowered nutritional-natural health outcomes
If, and only if,
co-arising MidWay Tipping Point
of deductive-within-inductive mutual nature/spirit interest and value,
Elder Right MindBody Inductive-Empathic-Subjective
dialectical decomposition confirms
RNA (0)-soul regenerative health enculturation-confluence,
no ecosystemic stress,
trending toward PolyCultural Climaxing Outcomes,
where P as Exterior Landscape
reiterates reverse-temporal intention
of NotNot P as EcoInterior Right MindBody Landscape.
This is densely substantial and speaks of rich fertility,
and is kind of a lot to carry around in one bicamera-rolling mindbody ecosystem,
together, I hope,
our already shared Main (0)Mega Point Principle of Time,
is a dipolar nature-spirit nondual radically symbiotic hypothesis
Universal-ConVex c-squared YangTime
functions unitarian within 4D RealTime e-squared
PrimeRelational Right MindBodies
Newtonian gravitational waves -,-
Einsteinian radiant frequency bilateral +,+ mutually positronic-elational,
are also double-bound reverse-immune aptic-negentropic-electronic fractal ballast.
I hope you are familiar with Right-brain love of health as symmetry
and truth and goodness
and light rather more than dual dark
as sensual-polycultural-receptor color and tone,
autonomic temporal balance of bilateral/bicameral systems,
breathing and heart-beat norms of mindbody health,
blood flow nutrient ebb and flow streams of energetic balance,
these bilateral-revolving flow structures,
like DNA ladders
twisting in fractalspiral ordered revolutions
never quite reaching EgoHome,
our Earth-centered hearts and rivers
of internal nutritional blood-systemic fueled
neural mindbody flow systems of balance,
flowing inhale diastolic Yang Universal.
Now I unfold each morning
stepping into a PermaCulturing Opera,
co-arising Janus-faced bicameral mindbody spacetime
dialects and seasonal nutritional dynamics of light love
and peaceful contentment-nature,
with dipolar appositional dualdark AngerLose-FearLose
Tipping Point notices from Elders past
ruminating dualdark voices of Time's languaged present
Buckminster Fuller often plays
Elder Ugly Duckling Prophet and Father of Time.
He speaks eco-logos to biological UU systems
using analogies of temporal-bilateral dialects,
transforming-fusing fold and unfold functions
metaphysical correlations incarnating physical form,
development regenerative potential.
Time folds Yang convexly,
Physical Universe as closed present-tense diastatic potential,
achieved through cooperative co-mentorship of design and development,
Time unfolds Yin bilaterally OpenSystemic,
wondering what you UniversalYang with UnitarianYin Right MindBody Balance
bicamerally ego/eco-conscious folks polypathically think,
what we might find,
within Bucky Fuller's Synergy,
as Polycultural Climax ReGenerative TemporalSpatial Design,
and elsewhere too,
in PermaCultural apps for cooperatives
and health-value systemic
by divesting of toxic monocultural over-competitive anthro-development
within this lifetime's Ego-Deductive-Dominant PreMillennial Memory.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
Long poem by
Laura Breidenthal | Details
When I woke the next day,
He was lying beside me, breathing steadily
I was no longer on the hard, monstrous back of the leviathan
My hands were burned from its horns,
I was laid upon his wings,
Burdened by taunting dreams
“Today, I shall answer your questions,”
Softly, I arose, confused.
“Long ago you spoke to me,
A letter written by your youthful fingers
You addressed me so respectfully,
Worrying most who beheld such a dedication.”
I remembered the words,
Closing my eyes, turning beside the Prince
“You need not answer now…
The Lord will show Me,
Has shown me, where your mind lies,
How vain it is to find a softness to your heart
How stark your future reflects upon your sickened mind
I don’t need to know how little I was,
How strong I have become
How weak you make me feel.
All I need to know now is why.”
He hushed me, staring into my eyes.
“Let me answer you, oh sweet, sweet soul…
Long ago, your hesitance to come before me,
Was a burden upon my thumping breast,
Was a heartache for your heated desire
You were but insignificant to me
Whilst I, immersed in abolishing,
Plotted against your brothers and sisters,
And the angels, and God Himself
In your meekness, you lied,
For you have always been in the game
You contended with me every single day you drew breath!
You considered me jealous of your place,
Of the human, higher than the angels,
Blessed from the start of creation
You declared me passionate for your touch,
In which was not a lie;
From your cries, I soon longed for your impotence
Begged for your secret, sacred belligerence
You claimed yourself humble, innocent
Not worthy of your place your God had granted you
You spoke to me as a gentle mother, cooing her child,
But I was not the child that day as you were
Tears falling from your widened eyes,
Stunned by my power over the earth,
Crushed by my recalcitrant spirit
You said you were poisoned with the truth,
That you could not if you wanted, stand with me
Yet here you are, breathing with me, creating with me,
Seeing my way
The very truth that makes you up so led your heart here
In this birthing age…
Your soul glowing in my abode
My dear, beautiful woman,
You rejected the fate of the ordinary
For you understood my beauty more than any other
You held me up on weak arms,
Shaky, fragile arms,
And my currents strengthened your hold
You never fell that day upon the soil,
Emptied, saddened by the death of your love
You never fell that day, but rose to your new fate
Trusting that I had qualities you have forever wished to gain
You became free from Him,
Only just for a little while
You must allow yourself, slave of truth, oh heart so near,
To accept what is rightfully yours
You have me, the Now
In return, I want you forever…”
Was there sadness in his eyes,
Or was he plotting, his lying tongue waiting
Crouching to pounce upon my life?
Was there sorrow in his posture?
His wings lowered,
His shoulders drooped,
Muscles tense, fighting what I deem tears,
Or was he joyous in these threatening moments?
“Remember when our lips touched?
How good we felt, the breeze between..
We were stronger then…
Yet realizing the place He set you in,
Shackles growing in your veins,
Emotions left you, slave,
Righteousness bound you
And you turned me away…”
Rising higher over me, he set his great hand upon my shoulder
“Yet, as I knew,
As I have anticipated,
You would again return to me
You have chosen to be with me
Even only just for a little while…
See, a little while, is all I need
A little while is all you need
For you to be with me, free.”
He kissed my forehead, slowly,
Immersed in that undying moment
As I stood there rigid and speechless
“Now you have opened my eyes,
You have freed such a flower in me
To realize, that the child you were is gone
You no longer need my answers,
You need my love,
You need my hand
You have become part of my plan
Assuredly, I swear,
Just as you have done before,
You will thank me
And we will share in the indulgent fruits of our labor,
Blooming, always blooming”
Note: You don't know how excited I am to post new sections every week. (Yes, this is happening every week now, till I get to day 20, then I am taking a wee break) And I am so grateful for the encouraging comments. I love you guys so much, and thank you for believing in me! Without you, I don't think I would have ever gotten this far really.... For a long, long time, this idea of a series between the Devil and a chosen one of God has been plaguing my mind. The inspiration started blooming after writing “Dear Lucifer” written and posted July 2013. This section (Day 15) is the Devil’s consideration in response to this letter.
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015