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When two or more Yang Dominants
are in the same room,
noticing each other,
it may be time to leave that room.
We have issues curtailing our co-arising competition
to reveal who can win
our CoElational Wealth Game.
All Yang-voices inside
and outside
clamoring EgoSapiens
hungry for EcoRights
optimizing Elational AnthroLight,
a smile of Namaste recognition,
we know each other from inside
compassion now,
yet only unusually from outside
pleasure rooted here.
Then we go back to our CoInhaled Win/Lose
dark and disempowering
political
and economic game of life,
but this despite I-Thou moments,
unsustained iconic monuments
within cooperative co-arising
sacred grace remembering.
Even so,
more and more of us are slowing our competition
for Ego's well-intended
but perhaps not always full-health and therapy
hunger for love is joy,
mind passion is body pleasure
synergy,
integrity;
slow enough toward MidWay Tipping Point Non(0)
1 Whole Root Systemic embrace
Other's loving eco-lights and brights
and hugs and smiles,
knowing them for our own,
bipartisan together.
Winning together
Yang/Yin bicamerally balancing
Internal ego recentering
away from a bit too competitively dominant
over
External EcoPolitical Wokeness,
Yin's full CoRelational ElationFlow
DoubleBinding Balance
RightBrain conserving feelings
for/within/of/without Yintegrity
Left as Yang verbal dominance,
listening in Yang's languaged yammering AnthroUniverse
to breathe out sacred Yintegrity's
in-out-ductive Prime CoElational Time
in TaoHarmonic two-faced fractal-octave +Yang/(-,-)Yin
WinWin co-reiterative
dialectical compassioned pleasure paradigms
Crown and Rooted
Anthro/Earth
Mind/Body
bicameral Tree of LiveBranches v. eviLRoots
as Win cannot be LoseLose 0sum equity
as +1/(-,-)0 Bicameral
ConvexYang/ConcaveYinFormating CoElation
AnthroMind/EarthEmbodied
Enlightened/Empowering
Sacred Unitarian/Secular Earth-Universal
CoPassion/Pleasure.
When YangEgo and YinEco CoElationals share a room,
ecopolitical outcomes
are passionately pleasant heaven.
B ruised by bitter blows
R age uncontrolled, bestowed
U nable to break free, I cringe
T error terrifies… yet again…yet again
A rsenal of belittling weaponry, employed
L ayer upon layer, neglect enshrouds
I solation from the questioning world, enforced
Y ou are brutally brutal…yet again…yet again
Jade
Not something I'm experiencing, but abuse is not only physical...It can be mental, emotional, verbal, psychological....Neglect is also a form of abuse.
In trying to find pics for this poem...I traveled to an ugly world. The images are haunting. I'm sickened to my core. The images will stay with me....children, the elderly, women, men, animals...all suffering. I'm sure if we are honest with ourselves, we will admit to being abusive at times. :( Let's make a change.
I'm what the people call a freedom writer
the flow is on fire, but I'm far from an arsonist
a black activist and lyrically I'm unconscious
thats me a verbal abuser, I speak in riddles
sometimes but I ain't trying to lose ya
I speak for my people, so like the holy spirit
these lyrics gotta move ya
I'm something like Jesus was on earth
but just like Christ is, 22 years of age
one son, no drama
ready for death when the Lord calls
something like a suicide bomber
and karma, I'm so calm, remote activated
like C-4 explosives, and I'm no rookie wit this
so I'm telling you don't get it twisted
Outspoken, and I'm everything what
the truth should be, the chains is loose,
slavery still exist but truthfully I'm spiritually free
I'm the one GOD called on when his people were crying
and I came to the rescue ready to die
running threw the rain and walking thru fire
Heart and art are very closely aligned
My heartbeat accelerates when I view
The artist's canvas so carefully primed
Renaissance art drives emotions askew
Breathless admiration, Caravaggio
Not one brushstroke out of faithful place
His art is verbal, painful to behold
Whom did he owe his mighty talent to?
Time has not managed his art to erase
Agony and pain on canvas unfold.
Duomo is silent the shade quite profound
Atmosphere intense with shadows of past
My footsteps ring clear when walking around
Time's worth never lost in shade of years cast
Painting sublime not aged in any way
Breathless eyes water: pain beyond measure
Years recede quickly as I contemplate
Impossible, to tear oneself away
Intense quick moment at one with treasure
Transformed in instant as I concentrate.
Votive light flickering a special place
Dancing shadows across the chapel floor
Caravaggio's art won't be erased
His art is eternal he does endure
Renaissance allure always immortal
One look, so undone, my emotions flayed
Tears flow freely at splendid endeavour
As I am whisked through times open portal
The painting ignites prayer so I prayed
My empathic feeling never severed.
Information:John the Baptist was painted at least eight times by Michelangelo Merisi da Caravaggio (1571–1610).
Pixabay image by:Lolame
Plentiful clover carpet compresses
Set up, sat on, months of manuals
Scripted mouth emits, put to practical test
Three leaf varieties finally defeated
Select among smutty monotonous menu
Virtuous entry through untainted eyes
Coveting customer jumps at his chance
Increased green providence giving
In response to her simplistic pitch
From a patch of debauchery, needing more
While desperate to escape, proposal hatched
Parched plucked stem becomes framed image
Portrait four concedes its feature
Velour wrapped, museum artefact
Standing on verbal agreement alone
From her newborn forty year old soul
Sighs, exclamations, ancient albums emerge
Butterfly Marilyn Munroe emolument ascends
Nectar injector helicopter hopeful clover hoverers
Pick three leaved generic green challenges -
Platter of arrangement layers sensation
Sweets tweased by fingers allergic to trauma
Avoiding at all cost chaos of civil gambles
Defence of dollars steps boldly, saves them
Delivers love instant pizza piping pineapple
Peppers boundaries between enamour and business
Eaten with gusto of negotiations fixed
Good luck grabs devoid of caution
Displays desired quatro leaf, ego inflation
Sprite ties his Tinkerbell in tacit consent
20th August
Renting Return Lust
Her poems like childhood marbles
contain luminous coloured
feathery shafts sparkling sequins
scrutinise them in Light —- brain cells
will swing for each contain
revolving prisms exposing blings
— perceive verbal see-saws
to-fro before our corneas ——-
wisdom nuggets floating across
dimensions
free from historia
Not for shillings did Emily suffer
passings of close Beloveds
when her translucent Heart with
parachute mind were shredded
fine —- for this genius to grasp
that Death-Life is one golden
ring both could sting or sing
Choice is ours within The Voice
—— tools we grasp in centre palms
alms as canvasses to peruse
They tumble down …
Her laced snow-white garb
adorning spine erect an
Earth Angel in solitude inking
poem after poem
near a thousand and eight hundred
channeling for eternity ——
perceptions for mundane
humans to attain
Deep Love, politics, Nature
religion, law, Music did not escape
a lens widened then wizened from
unitary room on father’s fourteen
acre loom — like sentinels subjects
marched along whilst she zoomed
for thirty years
A l o n e
autistically
m i c r o s c o p I n g
her musing inner artist danced with
scientist swaying subtle moves —
—lashes signalling like butterfly
antennae high
probing the gamut of universal
themes …. Commerce, medicine
fashion - - round-abouting detailing
domestic activities to verse poetic
fondest blue jays receiving focus
sparrows, gnats —- NO THING
escaped her iris, yet not liberated
from longing tears of joy or sorrow
Emily stood moral !
______________________
Placed : First : Premier Contest
Sponsor: Brian Strand
Sept. 26
D.R.A.K.E (Don't Rap Against Kendrick Ever)
In this rap game, verses serve as creed,
Whispers echo in alleys, a solemn vow to heed:
D.R.A.K.E., a cardinal rule, carved in sonic stone,
"Don't Rap Against Kendrick," stands fiercely alone.4
Beneath spotlight & the battleground stage,
Many came with pride, only to succumb to rage.
For Kendrick, the poet paints with a finer quill,
Each line a sharpened edge, each bar a kill.8
From Compton's heart, beneath the street,
His syllables twist like cyclones, none can beat.
With metaphors that challenge the space above,
And similes slicing through defenses large enough.¹²
Beware brave contender with ambitions to dethrone,
Against this lyrical titan, your skills best not be shown.
He weaves punchlines, complex and diverse,
A narrative so gripping, each verse a universe.¹6
He is humility personified, yet a beast in the booth,
Turning each song into stark undeniable truth.
With rhymes that resurrect & beats that decree,
Kendrick's words are a revolution that set minds free.²°
Heed this warning, encoded in every rapper’s dream,
Carve it deep within your soul, let it reign supreme:
Never battle with Lamar, the king of verbal sever,
D.R.A.K.E. rings true: Don’t Rap Against Kendrick Ever.²4
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VICK MANUEL POETRY {VMP}
FORM: Rhymes
Copyright ©?11th May, 2024.
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Years of experience, a discovery -
I can speak without making use of my jaws.
Prudence and patience are rudimentary.
Some folks get their kicks using scuttlebutt claws.
Their tongues' crude vitality comes with closed eyes;
emotional blindness - the probable cause.
Starting with prejudice, they out and out lie.
When asked, I stand silent, comments I refuse.
To their third-degree grilling I can't reply.
Some fake aggravation, crying through tissues.
But demurring to speak, objection I raise.
Honesty is one of many dead issues.
Bidding no farewell, I leave, making my case,
which makes me their next target, no hesitance.
My objection overruled, noise fills the place.
Turning my back on verbal vindictiveness,
this fugitive from gossip needs no redress.
13 March 2016
You are my poetry
and every word I know.
I can write sonnets
about how your lips
speak to my soul,
and I always seem to
carry you inside me
wherever I go.
You are my poetry
lyrical caresses
in my mind.
word spoken
and unspoken,
both horrible
and kind.
You are my poetry
hearts and stars
behind my eyes.
loving you so deeply
took me by surprise.
You are my poetry
pentameters,
verbal description
in panoramic
caricatures.
You are my poetry
because words mean
everything.
you warm me
in the summer,
and renew me
in the spring.
You are my poetry.
loose leaf pages
in the wind.
our beginning,
and alas,
until our bitter end.
You are my poetry.
how more may I describe?
You feed me
and nurture me
and make me
feel alive.
©SamHarty
Not nowhere near a mastermind just highly inclined
To turn mental pictures into verbal masterpieces
Not really into the rap hame message want get through I'm
Gone be honest unless you got a gimmick or sell big drugs don't nobody hear you
Young black man going through the struggle don't nobody
see you
These days you gotta use social media get your followers up
but if it ain't making them dance it ain't what's up
The rap game done switched to you tube views instagram the
Hustle is likes that's how these new cats getting rich
Artist don't want record deals everybody independent
made top 10 greatest hits 2 pac didn't make the list tell
me this who had more hits
All I'm trying to say is I don't think message gets through
Scarface tell real stories if your not him or have a gimmick
Don't nobody hear Nor See you