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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

BothYang and AlsoYin

It's hard to think in Either-Or Deductive,
while speaking and acting in Both-And Inductive.

For example,
If my Brother is kind and loving
(and he usually is),
and really not all that judgmental and condemning
with his wife and kids especially fond,
and the grandkids,
outrageously,
and if he understands himself
as a BornAgain EnvangelicalOrthodox Christian,
which also means an Economic and Politically Patriotic Conservative,
especially among rural MidWestern USA proletariat rootedness,
he might become concerned, on occasion,
with conserving the economy
of my Too-Heterodoxi-talkillogical,
and not HeteroSexual enough, (0)-Core OverSoul--
presumably nonexisting Holy Spirit/Body of Christ.

When we try to discuss his EitherWin Salvation
or Lose my Condemned Soul to Hell,
it becomes problematic.

When I respond that I share the generosity of his loving concern
about my future Hellish decomposition and timeless dissonance,
absence of ecosystemic-healthy identity through bicameral-consciousness,
and I am also concerned about our economic and political Hellish degenerative pathology right today,
anti-intelligent anti-ecology,
too-Yang LeftBrain Dominant enculturation for too long,
Too Patriarchal-Capitalist-Yes
but Matriarchal Cooperativist-No,
instead of BothAnd, obviously bilaterally self-regenerative!

The Hell of Body of WesternCapitalist Christic Holy YangInvasions-Yes!
but CoArising Body of Eastern nondualist Wisdom-Teleology--don't even speak of it...makes no sense...does not compute...too heady...not healthy-not regenerative empowering, 
using Either/Or Oppositional-Deductive Dominant WinLose Gaming Assumptions.

Yet the evidence of cooperative-regenerative evolution
is ecological-balancing--Yes (polypathic positive)
AND
the too-competitive-survivalist Win v Lose
degenerative devolving disinvestment--Huh?
cognitive/affective dissonance, head/heart-chakra distance, from: 
healthy Bayesian correlational trend relationships 
[P-Yang = N(NP-YinSquared=WinWin], 
+1/(-,-)EulerianBinary-BiNomial (0) Primal-Temporal EcoLogical CoRelationship 
of Light/DualDark Thermodynamic FullOctave-Double-Fractal Appositional DiPolar 
Tao-Nondual CoArising Yang/Yin (0)-EcoLogical GeoPolitical Balance.

Personally, and famiially,
and even NorthWestern extended EarthTribally,
I am part of our continuously rising and falling
of Western CalvinistChristian-RomanCatholic-MohammedIslamic-ConservativeJudaism Patriarchal Fundamentalist Colonizing, Missionizing,
Persuading and Terrorizing and Aggressively PoweringOvering AlienRadicalism.

My own development, and my Brother's,
suggest, sometimes unkindly nihilistic and ego-slavishly,
that we can have both our SoulConserving Strength
to EcoLogically Progress, as well, co-arisingly;
following polypathically exegetical 
bicameral-bilateral correlationally dipolar-structured,
economic and politically cooperative-integral-integrative
FlowPower 
(Grace, Karma) 
both + and (-,-) 
ecosystemic-normative-nutritional-nurturing Tipping Point 
ReGenerative/DeGenerative HealthWealth
EcoPolitical Balance
as well, and not so swell.

I seem to lose him somewhere
in these EgoYang dominant unraveling
and EarthConscious YinFlow reweavings,
surfing waves of Tao-Christian evolutionary history,
red out and blue in,
breathe out to breathe in,
grow YangPower to integrate YinFlow,
ChristianWest-TaoEast revolutionary history.

This emerging CoOperative WinWin Game Theory
of ReGenerative AND DeGenerative Everything
(0)-Soul Balancing EcoPolitics,
following cooperative ecological-synergetic golden rules,
carries too much densely cooperative multicultural,
not to mention polypathological, spin.

His EitherOr cognitive-affective bilateral dissonance
assumes I must be,
at best,
too polypathically eccentric,
unbalanced, I suppose...
not deductively-centered enough,
not really quite rational
or true
or, I don't know,
not really quite lined up just too left
and not right enough.

I miss the ocean
and the ebb and flow of gusty forested Spring forward
and Fall back.
They more fluidly speak my Red/Blue multi-octaving language
of time's spiraling empowerment and disempowerment,
light with dualdark,
nondual co-arising ecosystemic Time
our health and pathology Ego/Eco Selves.

My fundamentally nondual EitherOr Body of Patriarchal Christ
hears my RightBrain Elder call
for post-millennial EgoCompetitive Ebb
to regenerate
reweave health in EcoCooperative Climate Flow, 
discussing the right-fundamental and left-radical values 
of an enculturation
that has fed us nurturing love,
in both thought and feeling,
which, had we not, bothLeft AndRight, 
included that which has been true and good for all EarthTribe,
I could not have become who I am today,
including the parts I'm not so proud of.

And yet,
he also cannot know
in his deepest ecological bicamerality,
that I BOTH cherish his Body of Christ Tradition
AND the bilateral flow of history's organic integrity
from which Earth's ecosystems have regenerated positive Yang
and degenerated double-negative YinYin,
WinWin Eulerian-Fullerian-Bayesian Correlational CoOperative 
NonDual CoArising EcoPolitical Health Trends.

It's hard to think in EitherOr LeftBrain Dominant
when speaking and acting in BothAnd Co-Inductive Integrity
is so much more reweaving health 
and regenerative WinWin play.




Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Watching isms

There is a world of difference
between schism and jism,
but they both end up the same.

Just as patriarchal Roman Catholicism
overpowers living and breathing Christianity,
so too does Capitalism
overpower cooperative capital co-investment,
so too does autocratic rationalism
overpower syncretic enculturing con-scientivity,
so too does stale exegetical Traditionalism
corrupt fresh noticing hope
for co-redemptive learning-teaching cooperativity.

We might imagine
our Original Democratic Constitutional Intent
in developing swampy soils
now reincarnated as Washington, D.C.
was to reconstruct what Martin Luther King, Jr.
saw as a staircase rooted in Eden
before The Great Dualistic Competitive Fall
emerging upward and outward
toward a contemporary multiculturally bountiful
Beloved Community.

Washington seems to have fallen short,
perhaps toxically beheaded by civil wars
about civil rights,
collective anger management
where Beloved Eden Community hope
notices prospects for faith 
within regenerative love optimization,
civil resonance maturing responsive rights
toward still emerging cooperative economic and political co-owned
authorities of Earth
and Her bountifully democratic multiculturing nation-states.

David Holmgren
encourages us,
Republicans and Democrats,
Libertarians and Climate-Healthy Greens,
to notice freedom's Beloved Community potential
increasingly constrained by "adverse effects of over-consumption
and over-development".
And combining thoughts of Julian Jaynes
and Edward De Bono
and Buckminster Fuller,
and countless others,
we add further generic cautions
concerning over-LeftBrain Either/Or competitive disculturation
through monopolistically deductive-reductive Win/Lose
evolutionary/devolutionary dualistic dominance.

Washington's ecopolitical swampland 
sinks through too-competitively investing
in war mongering rather than peace management,
in pathology remediation rather than proactive health care,
in pollution control rather than regenerative democratic co-ownership
of toxic waste and nutritional health streams,
in crime control rather than cooperative co-redemptive co-investment,
in anti-ecological anthrocentric enculturation
rather than regenerative mutual mentoring
education as if multiculturing loves and deaths matter,
in litigation rather than mindful integration
of ego-norms with cooperative economics,
in suboptimizing disservices and dissonance
rather than optimizing health and nutrition consilient services.

Taoism, like Islamic Judeo-Christianity,
and unlike supremacist Chosen Patriarch Catholicism,
and like PermaCulture Design,
is bicamerally nondual rooted
in LeftBrain faith,
as co-empathic ecopolitical trust,
and in ElderMatriarchal RightBrain hope,
which PermaCulture Designers evolve toward Beloved Community PolyCulturing Promise
with simple, contenting, positive bilateral noticing,
nurturing trust in healthy belief
as contrasted against a more Washingtonian negative nihilism.

For the Taoist ecopolitical designer,
as for the Abraham through Mohammed social cooperativist,
faith is co-empathic ecopolitical trust.
What Buddhists notice as Basic Original Intent.
Yet, because of mindbody nondualism,
disembodied faith, not Beloved Community incarnate,
is a dream,
maya.
Faith intrinsically requires positive cooperative action,
co-investment,
co-redemptive eco-messianic co-mentoring.

To have faith in our capacity
to grow Beloved Communities
is to trust in co-redemption,
co-messianic, if you Western prefer,
as one's nondual egoLeft/ecoRight regenerative becoming.

To grow Beloved Community faith
is to foster cooperatively emergent trust.
To ecopolitically entrust representatives
is fertile-rooted in finding those with cooperative co-mentoring,
co-piloting responsibility/authority ownership optimization skills
and focus of self-with-other bicameral balance,
ego-as-also-eco love optimization,
not monoculturing anger control,
tolerating mutually competitive immunities,
not cultivating further active distrust
rooted in reductive
dualistic absence 
of co-redemptive trust.

"Faith is taking the first step
even when you don't see the whole staircase
[toward Beloved Community]."
says Martin Luther King, Jr.
To which bilateral Yang-Yin nondual Taoists
of cooperative Left deductive belief
emerging from Right inductive trust
respond with a contenting "Amen",
AND cooperative ecopolitical faith
noticing regenerative hope of Earth's nature-spirit
blossoms along each and all faith co-redeeming steps
producing and consuming balance,
healthy active cooperativist democracies of co-empathic trust,
Beloved Communities of joy and peace,
love as and of and for contentment
within sufficiency
necessarily conjoining 
this shared MotherEarth's regenerate Beloved Communities,
even in benighted Districts
of Overly-Competitive Columbia.

There is a world of differences
but these all pedagogically end up
the eco-logosism same.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Chris Peers | Details

The death of innocence

Men with guns have always come from some poor mothers womb,
they were innocent kids who once played happily in their yards,
with no aspirations and yet to be tarnished by the world,
learning an obfuscated version of truth in the classroom.

Leaders of men are born out of society's frustration,
innocent boys can become greedy and power crazed men,
fulfilling the naive and unthinking of their desire to be governed,
carrying on with their heedless lives with a strange infatuation.

Killers in our streets and in countries they've never heard of,
innocence becomes tainted and men become idealists,
radicalized and propagandized by political media and religious authority,
killers killing men, women and children, they know nothing of universal love.

Men putting on costumes and killing people who are different,
blindly following orders and fighting for freedom and democracy,
massive bombs in the desert, people blown apart at a million dollars a head,
soldiers on the ground who can barely pay the rent.

Democracy and freedom mere buzzwords of selfish and ignorant patriots,
with many being intolerant, xenophobic and racist proudly waving a national flag,
and two faced Christians preaching love on Sunday and glorifying in death on Monday,
agent provocateurs infiltrate peaceful demonstrations, turning them into law breaking riots.  

Suits in congress and the White House determining lives and futures,
safe in their ivory towers and positions of imagined power,
we should put these policy makers on the front line and watch them cower,
and there's cowards in uniform who murder and slaughter from behind computers.

The men behind the curtain orchestrate their agenda thru their chosen leader,
puppet masters and policy makers free from liability and accountability,
narcissists and psychotics giving a voice from the unelected and unseen,
the hoi polloi are regarded as expendable and merely unnecessary breeders.

Every ten years or so, a new boogeyman comes out to scare,
leaders of the governed make promises to keep them safe,
slowly eroding rights and tightening up national borders,
spending trillions on warfare and hardly a dime on welfare.

True terror is understanding what this world is all about,
innocent eyes only see the superficial beauty of this world,
while experienced eyes see the ugliness that is within,
all around the world people are screaming to be let out.

Self serving leaders look to expand their temporary empires of artificial riches,
utilizing its armed to the teeth military to murder unarmed innocents abroad,
destroying histories and cultures and replacing them with expanding organisations,
replacing middle eastern infrastructures with emphasis on profit using slave bitches.

The people police themselves and have become willing citizens of self induced manipulation,
there's a kind of mass Stockholm Syndrome of the patriotic citizens of so called free countries,
defending their leaders selfish decisions while wanting a share of the spoils of war,
the founding fathers must be turning in their graves as selfish greed has withered a once great nation.
 
Children made orphans and mothers made widows by far off decisions,
the enlightened ones break it down and see it as people killing people,
a general or a warlord has got to be king of his small patch of grass,
while the apathetic watch the carnage safely in front of their televisions.

We now live in a society that openly assails the critical and free minded intellectual,
people hiding behind their comforting lies and crying like a baby over inconvenient truths,
political correctness and the nanny state providing a tit to suckle saying you're safe with us,
while the millennials despise being labeled or judged and to be recognized as asexual.

The world is divided by nefarious political parties promoting freedom and choice,
setting up media outlets to emphasize their disapproval of the opposing parties stance,
while behind closed doors of power and influence, they are prostituted bedfellows,
slowly suffocating the rights of the people who still believe they have a voice.

Political and religious words echo in the minds of the patriotic and faithful,
empty promises made with a smile that satiate and calm the masses,
the wise and the skeptical see thru disingenuous rhetoric with clarity,
watching them on soap boxes and pulpits, they should be shameful.

Sitting on a fence, afraid to take a position is cowardly and ignorant of truth,
it all comes down to one basic thing and that's are you pro life or against life,
do you support life on earth or are you against particular aspects of life and why,
making the right decision could help promote the proverbial fountain of youth.

Copyright © Chris Peers | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Summer of '67

My canopy of early summer sounds
in 1967
was as intimate as adolescent knowledge
might ever become.

My sixteenth summer
sweetly smiled with driver's permit,
my first job,
economic promise while the Beach Boys
and the Beatles sang a rainbow
of boy band diversity,
sang stories of straight white male revolutions,
evolutions of June firefly evenings
resounding bullfrog and cricket background vocals
on our family farm,
where good Christian Republicans
longed for good old Eisenhower years
when Father was wise
and always knew best,
and Vietnam was no more than an acrid draft
of wasted social
financial
political
environmental
nutritional capital,
not yet fully present.

This summer of 1967
was when I knew both anguish of embodied defeat,
hopelessly homosexual,
an yet poignancy of emerging mystical wonder
about what this could mean
fifty years from now.

I could not help fantasizing
how Paul and Art
might not only sing,
but dance, in poignant harmonies.

And,
as much as I laughed and loved and longed
to hear Stevie Wonder wondering
and Otis Redding wanting,
Marvin Gaye worshiping,
I so wished they could sound even better
with me.

Joni Mitchell
and Joan Baez
and Judy Collins,
like John Lennon,
were compelled to write and speak and sing
songs of love as freedom
growing transcendent 
yet deeply fertile 
Aquarian promise.

A promise bombed out
by uncivil wars
bound by fear of egocentered failure.
Fear our parents,
and half of my junior year classmates,
found compelling enough to throw away dollars
to build and buy
and transport
and explode bombs and bullets and boys,
nearly oblivious to hundreds of thousands of innocent men
and mothers
and children wiped out
by a mere strategic choice
to cover partisan ass
as the biggest baddest bully
on Earth's shrinking block.

I didn't blame him,
but when I called James Taylor
to rescue the Johnson and Nixon White Houses,
he did not come,
as promised,
to rescue me,
to remind us about our friend and family connections
across cosmic time
and Earth's regenerate space.
A great ballad was just not enough.

In June of '67
I was singing both "I Believe"
and "Love is Blue"
with equally honest passion
and thriving off a translucent vulnerable cover song
between these two impossibly incommensurable positions,
surrounded by straight evangelical predators,
sniffing for pinko faggot weakness.

I was so guilty
yet so in love with rightness
and ripeness
of my generation's possibilities
for revolutionary integrity,
drawing together economic health
with political wealth
in some new golden ruling age
of relentlessly cooperative incorporation
and association
and ownership
and self-governance.

In this early summer of 1967
Martin and Bobby still walked with us
and one still dreamed he might see
someone who looked and thought and felt like him
as President one day
and the other I dreamed would become President
while I was still a high school junior.

So much devastation and disappointment followed.
It took at least a decade
and hundreds of thousands of human lives
treated like conscripted fodder
for nationalistic hubris of false pride
to arrive at the very treaty
our Vietnamese opponents had originally demanded.
And long before anyone from the U.S.
had been drafted and killed
for this offensive cause
of nationalistic non-defense.

Other health care and defense abuses
and losses
followed.
Neglect of women's health.
Pedagogical loss of children's deep ecological listening opportunities
to nondually co-arise with Earth's polyphonic voices,
resources of multiculturing nutrition.

Yet I have these summer of '67 memories
when,
for one diastatic season,
my revolutionary age on planet Earth
stood between despair of guilt
for what and whom I could never become
and celebrating hope for joy
of what we might yet reweave
timelessly singing and dancing
chanting and drumming
revolutioning and evolutioning together.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Alternative Facts with Feelings

I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love
I guess it wasn't so
Guess that's how the story goes
You didn't dig my flow
You didn't dig my flow
         Maxwell, Welcome, Urban Hang Suite

I heard it was true,
though anonymous sources rightfully become suspect,
that Central Americans
increasingly feel that the U.S.
is a long punishing and hostile wilderness journey
on their way to more Promising Lands of Canada.

I heard it is true,
Americans, as a nearly whole,
WayNorth and South and InBetween,
enjoy better access to health and safety,
especially for those without even a one-car garage,
more wealth of nutritional freedoms
and justices of equivalent creolization exchange,
than they, at least some, often younger,
would hope to find in these devolving DisUniting States,
investing in mutual LoseLose Assured Destruction
and disinvesting away from 
Mutual WinWin Health-Wealth Delivery Optimization.

I heard it was true,
that if all the U.S. homeless and hungry and not feeling quite so swell
were to occupy and cooperatively take over
all the U.S. owned and administered and share-holder molested operations
in Mexico,
to convert all those farms and fossil-fueled energetic businesses
to cooperative ownership and health-wealth optimal governance,
that Mexico would have an immigration solution,
and the U.S. would have a lack-of-immigration problem.

I heard it was true,
though it seems unlikely, I know,
that mid-eastern terrorists
are second generation supremacist fundamentalists,
and their militarized and terrified parents
were first generation oil-revolution fundamentalists,
believing Allah may have brought deserts and drought
and internecine feeding upon each tribal other,
but Allah has redeemed all with His gift
of seemingly boundless, in that pre-millennial time, oil-drenched riches,
fundamentally divine WinLose stuff
of competitive survivalist human unnatural life
verses the losing remainder of natural life.

I heard it was true
that if all those experienced with reversing desertification,
all Earth's permaculture designers and ecotherapists 
and cooperative incarnation incubators and midwives,
were to conjoin all the desperate young mid-eastern adults
to reverse their pathological climate trends
from producing deserts and drought, and mayhem,
to reproducing plants and people 
producing and consuming fields of grass and grains
and slow-flowing rivers,
cedar forests
and fertile food from healthier soils
devoid of ballistic landmines,
and planting solar panels and spiraling towers and wind turbines
shading and capturing vast sun's radiant perfections,
then nightmares of terror
could become daydreams of planting
and fulfilling multicultural harvests.

I heard it was true,
but whether yes or no
I could not honestly say,
that if U.S. residents
were more mindful of what riches and potentials other nations
and cultures already have to share,
of how climate pathologies cry out for climate health,
and if we disinvested from fear-mongered anxiety,
verging on paranoia,
about what other nations and cultures would deprive us of,
for lack of their own potential riches,
then this U.S. terrorist and immigration problem,
and perhaps European issues of similar WinLose ilk,
might become Earth's creolizing cooperative ownership,
and Self-with-Other management, unmitigated resolution,
producing more multiculturally optimal health-wealth solutions
for all Earth's multi-polyculturing Tribes.

"I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love..."


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Original Freedoms of Intent

Do you see yourself as more Republican
or leaning more Democrat?

Oh my,
I'm a card-carrying Republican.
Came from a long patriarchal line
of red-blooded Republicans.

What makes you a Republican?
What is Republicanism, do you think?

Well...being against the Democrats, mostly.

OK. 
I get that.
But, what are Republicans for
that Democrats are at least not in favor of
enough to give it sufficient priority
for you to feel economically and politically comfortable?

Republicans are Freedom Fighters.
Give us liberty or death.

Well, presumably we will all have both,
eventually,
but liberty for what,
freedom to what,
freedom from what?

Free markets
and freedom of religious expression
and free from terrorist and socialist threats,
to begin with;
freedoms protected by our Constitution
including its Amendments,
Bill of Rights.

And presumably Democrats are, then,
for enslaved by regulation markets,
prescribed and proscribed absence of religious expression,
because they are all secret atheists anyway,
and more willing to accept terrorism and socialism
as part of Earth's sick political and economic bounty,
and are, at best, ambivalent about freedoms
and values
asserted by Constitutional authorities,
including amendments,
defined by their Original Historical-Cultural Intent.

That sounds about right.

Would you agree that the Preamble 
and the somewhat older Declaration of Independence
bear seminal weight
for establishing the Constitution's intent
with regard to protection and promotion of freedoms?

Maybe.

Democratic freedoms
during our pre- through post-revolutionary period,
were originally defined by contrast
against a backdrop of economic and political plutocracy.
Our interdependent constitution as a free nation
composed of States with their own democratically intending constitutions
were statements that we would not be owned
nor tyrannically controlled,
taxed and terminated,
by royalty.

Freedom from plutocratic authorities lies within our U.S. Constitution's definition
as a free union of democracies,
to live in interdependent cooperative freedoms
in which political authority's boundaries
no longer exceed responsive economic co-invested co-responsibilities.
Which party would you argue
is more articulate about sustaining freedoms from plutocratic
centralizing
power trends and systems and ecopolitical outcomes
of jingoistic nationalism
that disguises triumphalism of the rich and powerful
becoming ever more rich and powerful?

Well, I'm not sure.
That would probably be the Greens
or the Libertarians.

And,
which party is more self-defined
as supporting regenerative interdependent responsibilities
to sustain future generations
of balanced democratic freedoms
from pathological plutocratic authorities
and yet growing freedoms to become responsibly,
nutritionally,
co-responsible nurturers and health-mentors
of and for Earth's future cooperatively renewing 
and self-regenerating 
Commons?

That would be the Greens as polypathic PermaCulturists.

So, why aren't you that,
instead of the card-carrying Republican?

Oh, that's your easiest question yet:
Because nobody votes for the Greens,
and hardly anybody has even heard,
much less smelled or seen,
a cooperatively networking PermaCulturist.

Unless you count trees and plants and ecosystems.

But we don't.
They can't vote.

Or do they?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by matthew harris | Details

The Great Lakes - part one

Pellucid pearls in northeastern North America since planetary birth
Comprise Lakes Superior, Michigan, Huron, Erie, and Ontario dearth
Largest group of freshwater lakes on Earth 
Straddle Canadian–United States border tethering partial global girth
Constituting 21% of world's surface fresh water species hearth
Total surface equals 94,250 square miles 
   And total volume equals 5,439 cubic miles immeasurable worth.

Lake Erie from Erie tribe, abridged form of Iroquoian word erielhonan “long tail”
Lake Huron named by French explorers for Wyandot 
or “Hurons” whence they did sail
Lake Michigan likely from Ojibwa word mishigami 
“great water” aka outsize gold quail
Lake Ontario i.e. “Lake of Shining Waters” 
shimmering like hammered coat of mail
Lake Superior coined from French “lac supérieur” 
"upper lake", an emerald watery dale
   Ojibwe people called it gitchigumi medicinal 
to cure that, which might ail.

These five lakes each reside in separate basin
Form a single, naturally interconnected body of fresh water caisson
Linking east-central interior of North America 
to Atlantic Ocean akin to escutcheon.

From interior to outlet at St. Lawrence River, 
Water flows via Superior to Michigan-Huron southward to Erie to avoid a shiver
Finally released northward to Lake Ontario  
like a well taut archer with his quiver.

The lakes drain a large watershed via many rivers as an Olympic team
Populated with approximately 35,000 islands this estimate not x stream. 
The Great Lakes region contains many thousands of smaller lakes, 
   Often called inland lakes 
undulating in cascading analogous to a fluid ream
Lake Michigan the only one located entirely within United States
   While the others border between United States and Canada – 
essentially a liquid seam.

Lakes Michigan and Huron are basically a single lake, 
Sometimes called Lake Michigan-Huron, combined doth make
   Total area of 45,300 square miles (117,000 km2) 
   Have the same surface elevation of 577 feet (176 m), 
   Connected by 295-foot deep Straits of Mackinac Islands 
dis pull layed like a rake.

approximately 35,000 islands extant throughout oceanic like sea
largest among them is Manitoulin Island in Lake Huron perhaps, 
the largest island in any inland body of water in the world. 
The second-largest island is Isle Royale in Lake Superior. 
Both of these islands are large enough 
to contain multiple lakes themselves — 
Manitoulin Island's Lake Manitou is listed 
in Guinness Book of World Records as  
world's largest lake located on a freshwater island.
Connection to the ocean

The Saint Lawrence Seaway and Great Lakes Waterway 
connect the Great Lakes to ocean-going vessels. 
The move to wider ocean-going container ships — 
which do not fit through the locks on these routes — 

has limited container shipping on the lakes. 
Most Great Lakes trade is of bulk material 
and bulk freighters of Seawaymax-size or less 
can move throughout entire lakes and out 
to Atlantic. The Great Lakes are also connected 
to Gulf of Mexico by way of Illinois River 
(from the Chicago River) and Mississippi River.

Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Faith Dye | Details

My Brother

My brother is and will always be my Memorial Day
Of course I will always respect every warrior that fought let's say
My brother joined the Marines to get away from our mother at seventeen
she was mean, mentally ill, bossy, and out of her mind in between
so serving his country during the Vietnam War felt better to him
leaving all of us behind, going over there with the body count wasn't a whim
we all cried as he went out the door
mom cried the most and I was just floored
because she yelled and screamed at him all of the time
but today looked like she loved him so much and wanted him to stay behind
if he knew this and didn't have to think that she didn't care for him
his journey may have been so much better with more care and begin
to think of her differently like a loving mom
then when he was detecting land mines and hearing bombs
he may have been more comforted by love
looking at the stars up above
wearing peanut butter on his feet 
in the monsoon season
as not give the rats a reason 
to bite his flesh and hurt
they could drive you berserk
and the tunnels pray tell
they were a living hell
they would come out anytime
no reason no rhyme
hand grenades in hand
blow you up on their land
It was always a dangerous situation
you never knew when injury was a completion
you'd blacken your face up and find a tree
and sit real still and listen to everything carefully
because one wrong move could mean your life so
you had to be super aware to all the facts before you could go
to sleep for a matter of minutes perhaps a little longer if your lucky
things sure aren't the same since that plane ride all the way from Kentucky
so they put their helmets on their rifles in case they were shot at
they'd think that was their head and they would miss them flat
out right was the goal only some of them knew
and some of them snuck around to the front of you
to blow off your real head and shatter you
and if anyone say "medic" they'll shatter them too
it's just too destructive being there
you're a trained killer and it just isn't fair
You don't believe in Memorial Day, you say?
Don't stay in the states, we should run you away
too many men gave their lives for you to keep you free
we should throw you in prison lock the door and get rid of the key
this celebrates men like my brother, my cousins, good men that didn't come back
the audacity of you to talk bad about this day, disrespect them, the deck was stacked
not in their favor, believe me, we should've sent guys like you, their bodies hacked
to scare them, I wish I could scare you
no your not even worth it to do
anything to drop down to your kind
just remember when you look behind 
you, proud men gave you freedom believe it or not
you ignorant bastard you must have forgot
your daddy, your grandpa, somebody you know
fought a war for you and us and you show
no respect
to the rest
Happy Memorial Day!
Thanks to all you Women and Men whom keep and kept us safe

















Copyright © Faith Dye | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Nationalist Committee Problems

A problem for more successful Nazi leaders
during the early exterminating 1940s
was what would they be
should they no longer have any reason to war against
the soon to be extinct Jews.

Yes, they were a nation of Aryan patriots for FatherLand,
wanting to prove themselves a species of Aryan Supremacists.
but, what is an Aryan supreme over,
when Earth becomes a NaziOnly Nest?

History proved the Nazis wrong
about their military supremacy,
but also about the creolizing democratization strength
of cooperative-regenerative Allies becoming together.

And, already in world history of cultural revolution stories,
even Nazi academics must soon begin to wonder,
Could we have developed Germanic-Aryan ethnicity
had there been no Judeo-Abrahamic creolization enculturation history?

I am concerned
that the U.S. Republican Nationalist Party's Central Committee
faces a similar problem,
not about AntiSemitism, in particular,
but larger, more systemic, problems
of having only a
"What we are offendedly against"
economic and politically degenerative agenda.

When all Other nations and people and species and plants and Earth's organic systems
do not look and smell and taste and feel and sound
like the MonoCultural Republican Nationalist Paternalistic Political Central Committee;
when all lesser beings have been put in our rightfully suppressed
and oppressed
and repressed degenerating extinguishing places,
what then?

Who would be left
that anyone could cooperatively trust
to build a more regeneratively healthy world,
much less merely One Elite-Predative WinLose Sustainable Empire?
There is no one left to lose,
except by playing not so nice 
amongst their Other-destroying selves.

When political agendas
begin to look like menus
for who we will feed off next,
then essentially cooperative nutritional economies,
requiring deep, rich creole-nurturing norms and values,
curl up and eco-degeneratively die.

It's called over-grazing,
monoculturing expansionism
toward  ecopolitical Tipping Points
of elite-plutocrats left nakedly alone,
bereft of any proletariat ecosystemic fringe 
of and for nurturing bootstraps.

RePublican OverDeGenerative Investors,
over-exposed to a very pissed off pathologically barren climate
of drought 
and internally rabid
cannibalistic pestilence,
and then further disintegrating entropy
eventually re-emerge WinWin natural organic elements 
with more trusting mirror-neural nurture natures
to try slow growth polyculturing re-developmental ecologic,
more democratic transnational  climate-regions once again.

While Nationalist-Elitist Committees
continue their old-fashioned Eat or be Eaten survivalist mythos,
Earth continues Her wider WinWin platforms and parties
guilds and coalition networks 
for eating and eco-nurturing together 
is healthier than biting and tearing off alone.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Shanity Rain | Details

young American days


              
                   To be in a young America ~
           visions of a ship upcoming statue of Liberty
               the young lad holding tightly to his Mothers leg
             in all excitement of a new Land to call their own
      celebrations of apple pie and fireworks on the 4th of July 
          
             thoughts of the old Hollywood on screen 
                films without 3-D costing less then a dollar
        Greta , Monroe , Betty Davis eyes tantalizing blue glare
       The Wizard of Oz or books written by Steinbach, Capote, Mark Twain

             exciting new visions of creating new concepts 
                 before Capitalism bought all little ones to bigger
           songs came from the hills of Virginia to the black Mountains
               surfacing in Tennessee for all to hear and wish to see  

          The day when one travelled by car on the road travelled
             every town a story told , learning history we once shed blood 
         American Indian tears to the British man whom choose freedom of taxes
            Boston held a tea party , now wishing they threw out marmite instead
 
         The day when we knew our neighbors and bought homes with a paystub
             Everyone had a chance to make their own with pride , even through wars
        When Martin Luther King stood proudly as did President Lincoln for Freedom 
             How many streets have been named after the man whom had a dream ?

             When milk was delivered on doorsteps in Glass bottles 
                 Babies wanting the very first of the top being cream 
             leaving doors open , watching news with your family at 6pm
                cartoons were shut down and it was now grown up time 

                      Cereal being a cheap snack for after school 
                         school supplies costing twenty dollars 
                      Grandma school clothes shopping for fifty 
                   before the internet , cell phones , and text for hello ~

                         2 week Vacations not afraid to put up Camp 
                Christmas sold in December with the sentiment of Love not money
        a day when if one were sick , you could actually get penicillin without question 
         The Doctor treated everything calling it General Practice no fear of Malpractice 

               Never forgetting our Motor city  
                 Old Ford Trucks Chevrolets and Dodge
                  The city that brought Ottis Reding and Marvin Gaye 
               

                     What happened to us ?  Where did America Go ? 

                   

         
  

Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013

Long Poems