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She is a Celebrity and a Delight
Today I went to the retirement office.
Bozo One was helping someone.
Bozo Two was playing video games.
A woman came in from a door and said to me “I know you, right?”
She looked familiar too. She sat down and we began to talk.
We spoke of our children and grandchildren. She was wonderful.
She asked me what my name is.
“Caren Krutsinger”.
“I know that name,” she said,”I know you, don’t’ I?”
“Maybe. What is your name?”
“Dollene.”
“Not Dollene Sanders!”
She nodded.
“You are THE Dollene Sanders!”
Both Bozos looked up.
“For years I have heard of you.
Everyone I know says, “she is the only one in retirement who knows what she is doing
Do not ask for anyone else. You have to have Dollene!”
She expressed surprise that I had heard this.
“Only a hundred times,” I told her.
On the way out I wanted to linger.
Because I was in no hurray to return to the hell-hole that is my job.
I felt an urgent need to tell the Board of Education receptionist the Dollene Sanders story.
I had to wait for her to take six phone calls.
No problem. I wanted to wait for twelve phone calls.
“Do you know Dollene Sanders?” I asked her.
She nodded.
I told her the story about meeting Dollene.
“She is a celebrity, and a DELIGHT,” I told her.
The receptionist repeated “a delight.”
I told her how much I now love Dollene Sanders,
and there was a small giggle.
I gave her a stern look.
She smiled and said “Dollene Sanders is my mother.”
Airship
How far I’ve flown I neither know nor care.
Much as this open deck my plans are bare.
Of star or compass I have nary need,
But follow as these downy cloud tops lead.
The chilly breezes toying through my hair
Cascade across my skin and jacket flare
While on the bottoms of my booted feet
The engine taps an unrelenting beat.
I acquiesce to gentle bob and sway
Beneath balloon and rigging bloated shape.
Awaiting now the nearly risen sun
I scan the vast expanse and see no one.
And yet, I hear a rumbling of some sort
Then luminescing clouds off to my port
Combusting deep with ever brighter tones
Now booming louder, louder, nearer, NO!
Bombastic airship, cannons bursting now,
Ejected straight at me from out its shroud.
A maniac, that pilot, heaving hard
Just missing our collision by one yard
His tortured face, the horror in those eyes,
For near destroying me, so I surmised,
Until I saw his passing stern ablaze.
Then mammoth winged beast in brutal chase
Erupting, fierce and howling, scales agleam.
The hot concussion of its down-spent wing
That final moment as it thrust away
Forced ship and I and all the world to sway.
Then came the screams, the pounding and a moan
As crew and cargo floundered down below
Caught in the violent swinging disarray.
The flaming ship and dragon sped away
To disappear in yet another cloud.
Our vessel’s motion finally calmed down.
Those lightly injured put the ship aright.
And unspilled rum was quickly spent that night.
Now star and compass were of urgent need.
This damaged vessel and the injuries
Required that we find a ready port
Equipped to lend us aid of every sort.
I searched in haste upending fore and aft
For sextant, compass, and the proper map,
Then finally we found the guiding star
And made for help that wasn’t very far.
By dawn I bid the floating docks goodbye
With only half a crew and resupply
But, now where'er I travel through the sky
I keep the navigation tools nearby.
Somewhere within me there were seeds I'd planted,
lying dormant within fallow fields of another time ~
A Sonnet once started until it lost rhythm and rhyme.
For years I'd been chained to shadows that never faded
and I'd traded nights without sleep for blurry visions ~
as if wool needed pulling from my nettled eyes.
I was not naive. To find the fruits of wisdom,
there were mountains of issues I'd need to climb.
Through what seemed ages of clinging to what I'd known,
I realized my heart had stopped singing and the silence
became a ringing in my ears that deafened me.
There was no mirth in my laughter, no elation or passion.
I sought a way to loosen the ropes that held me captive
in the dark. Not a spark of hope could I ignite to survive
until I'd end the journey I'd taken.
I needed to wake from shadows into the vivid light of life.
No longer did I want to be stifled with despair and strife.
I desperately sought a way to sleep peacefully,
not lost in a vacuous stupor, a maze with no way out.
Instead, I'd wake without dread ~ free spirited, not jaded.
I had an urgent need to no longer be filled with doubt.
Then, it hit me as a jolt, as if cold water splashed my face.
Life was not a race to be run, but a liberating experience,
an exuberance for living that I would wholeheartedly embrace.
I remembered the lulling words I'd once read:
"it's not desire per say but the clinging ~
that stifles soul and stops heart from singing
enlivening silence sets our soul free ~
vibrant in the now, joyful and carefree"
Looking through the window of a shop,
I see you with a woman.
She lifts long auburn hair
while you, who stand behind her,
are fastening a strand of pearls
around her slender neck.
I close my eyes envisioning. . .
I've opened them to you
facing me,
and I'm the woman
with the red-brown locks!
You touch my cheek, and in your eyes
I read an urgent need.
You lead me to the door,
around the corner to an empty alley.
Our bodies press together.
In the chill of night,
I taste warm, wild kisses on my mouth.
"Darling, my darling," escapes my lips,
then suddenly my reverie is broken. . . .
A passerby has stopped
to place a dollar in my cup.
Murmuring my thanks,
I gaze once more into the store
where diamond rings and necklaces glitter
like new snow beneath a winter moon.
The man whom I could know
only in a different life,
who stands inside the store
where I could never go,
takes his sweetheart's hand
and leads her past me
pretending not to see
a common homeless woman
who yearns for so much more
than mere necessities.
For the Seeker's Being Homeless Poetry Contest
Love is blind
To all the perils
That lie dormant in the mind
Beyond the limits of transgression.
A mortal maiden golden-haired
Priestess of Athena, daughter of the gods
By Poseidon with persuasive honeyed words was wooed
She melted in their alluring warmth and charm.
With guile concealed and flattery he urged her on
Her defences crumbled; the drawbridge lowered
To reveal the gateway to her heart
Forgotten were the vows of celibacy.
Beneath his touch her senses reeled
Her eyelids closed in expectation
He took his chance with urgent need and greed
Her virgin spoils were taken.
As trembling bodies rode the waves of love and lust
Tremors shook the earth, the ocean heaved; the wind enraged
Swept o’er the land and lightning flashed across the sky.
Such was the wrath of gods defied and disobeyed
Terrible and eternal punishment they bestowed.
The mortal maiden golden-haired
A repulsive hideous monster she became
Her fair unblemished skin gave way to loathsome green
Her bloodshot eyes in terror gazed, their previous lustre gone
Each lock of hair a writhing snake that hissed and spouted venom.
Condemned beyond mercy she fled to distant land
Where cursed and shunned she lived in great despair
Turning into stone whosoever fell beneath her vengeful gaze.
At last Perseus took her life. Aided by Athena’s mirrored shield
His scythe tore into flesh and bone; her severed head was lifted high.
Medusa’s misery and shame came to an end
Death – the final liberating act.
When in poverty wallows the multitude
One of sharing should be our attitude
But do not ever count it as our magnitude
For each one is heir to God's plenitude
Do not hoard wealth more than we need
Or merely to satisfy our enormous greed
From our abundance, when the poor we feed
From the clutches of selfishness we'll be freed
When many around us weep and wail in gloom
And perish under poverty’s inescapable doom
We are bound to share to help them bloom
Or else God the giver of riches, in anger will fume
Do whatever we can to help those in urgent need
So that we’ll be happier and better persons indeed
From fatal falls and deep scars of life, many bleed
Our kind words and actions can their wellness speed
November. 8. 2022
Rotate Consciousness Polarity Poetry Contest
Sponsor- Unseeking Seeker
Earth's urgent need
for humbler heroes
finds unenlightened me
clinging to early fears
and angers
muttering loathing
and festering hate.
Meanwhile
Brother Integrity
and Sister Humility
notice global health potential
is already therapeutic blessing
co-arising traumatic warning
HealthClimate leading toward
win/win Integrity
and Humility
regarding past wounds,
afflicting and afflicted,
supporting
Win or Lose
Win and Lose
Healing and Hurting
unconditional regard,
uniting compassion
without cultural
religious boundaries
of health and safety consciousness.
Internal ego humility intent
and External eco-integral systemic
health potential relationship
includes appreciation,
sometimes a little more humble depreciation,
Where Ego inside
evolves integrally
organically committed
to what
and when
and why
Integrity's humble
healthcare systemic potential
bicamerally transposes
outside-health/inside-safety
cooperative compassion
Already making babies,
sustaining slowly dying rivers,
maintaining quietly crying
glaciered mountains,
retaining liberal/conservational integrity,
Left/Right anthro-humility,
bicamerally co-arising
EarthDay's primordial need
for humbler heroes.
I would like to hear
with no urgent need to speak
and to respond
without reacting,
over-acting.
I would like to hear
your experience with faith and faithless communities,
theistic
and atheistic,
sacred
and secular believers
and unbelievers,
communal investment positive
and fear and anger
flight and fight negative,
healthy
and pathological,
resonant
and dissonant.
And I would like to hear the same
about political power experience,
partisan
and non-partisan,
green democratic
and libertarian republican,
militaristic
and more peacefully resonant
green new deal ecopolitical parties
and win/win games of cooperative discussion
and win/lose strategies of capital-headed competitions.
And I would like to share
our hopes and dreams
of future faith cooperative ownership
and empowerment party management
for public healthy climate resonance
and private wealthy resilience,
I would like to hear us sing
for our win/win democratic cooperative suppers,
expressed in liturgical dance,
unrepressed fire circles
impressing nature/spirit bicamerals
locally through globally contagious
listening cameras.
I would invite us to share
where we have been
and where we would like to journey together
for our own cooperative health
and climate resonance,
So our children
and grandchildren
and their children
will look lovingly back on us
gathered here this and future days
to claim their shared health inheritance,
"In their lunch space
and climate public residential time
of great unraveling,
They didn't just eat together,
they dined smart
and swallowed multicultural grace
until so full of wealthy health
they learned to sing and dance
to pray and play
to faith and power
our way
toward this very resilient
win/win
sacred/secular
right/left bilateral
warm accompaniment day
of dis-competing
non-violent interdependence."
Our children will benefit
from our social-psychological wealthy interdependent health,
of course,
but also political-economic binomial equity-investments,
polypathic and also not not polynomial balance
theological and ecological
great reweaving analogical,
metaphoric and polyphonic
20/20 listening.
Torrid sunshine blisters reign on pavement,
that colour coded coffee stain slipway,
bearer of insole-laden footwear,
open source channel for glib hot air calculus from starchy social climber, stock market drivel flies off tongue,
strolling human morph blasé with pin pad digit as foundation.
Monumental science, deep seat hi tech driver,
gigabyte trencherman data daze diet.
Brain spur gourmet chew astride.
Former high school swot an Eiffel Tower skyline ace thrust upon a thrill weaver gold rush,
never found but one can always dream.
YouTube zeitgeist earthling
has this inner sense of being from another planet,
this quaint fast lane time zone voyageur.
Like house trained pets they watch their owner grudgingly abandon sham control.
Wafer thin leash a scrimshaw ornament.
The plot thickens but somehow comes undone,
bit part player yearns holistically for untangled bits with interlocking act,
in depth scene dialogue now bill topper if only it would last.
They long for blue flag coast escape,
homely hide out guest house fringe found loitering perniciously or otherwise.
Birdhouse green leaf copycat
assembly for well intentioned like minds that rarely think alike unless it suits.
Caught between ephemeral impasse and amber moon orb dalliance, their noble quest waylay but an out of date signage in urgent need of reinvention.
Christ’s new ministry was so interrupted
By Satan the Prince of the World
The fallen anointed demon in jewels
Trying to take charge in a whirl
“What is this teaching?” The amazed crowd asked,
“Isn’t this one the carpenter’s son?”
Unsettling as it was, he went on his way
Departing on foot for Capernaum;
Jesus made house calls in homes of the ill
While engaging Himself in their lives;
He rebuked the fever not the person
Determined with compassion he strived
Take the boat farther from land, Jesus called,
Throw your net into the deep water;
His call to Peter is His call to us—
Now you will catch men, do not fear;
You can make me clean, the leper believed.
Friend your sins are forgiven was echoed
As Jesus saw faith coming through the roof
To the paralytic, Take up … go…
Earthly bodies are mortal – life’s handbreadths—
Our lifetime is nothing in His sight;
Christ ignored neither the urgent need nor
The ultimate goal; the latter being right;
Satan is everywhere, e’en the wheat fields
On the Sabbath day of lawful rest—
The Son of Man is Lord of the Sabbath,
Withered hand restored and stretched out – Blessed!
Jesus is the authority and the LORD!
We are His tools to use in world’s strife,
Not needing praise and free from prideful hurt
We find rest in Him, the Way and Life
Luke 5:4, 10;
Luke 5:20, 24--