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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Watering Terror

I'm so confused,
raised to believe cooperative love overpowers competing fears
about scarcity of time, 
and other resources,
and anger about past over- and under-valuing of myself
as a regenerative resource,
Presence
Source,
raised to believe the Golden Rule
is most effectively applied to all life,
as cooperative ecologically regenerative potential,
I don't see how it could be OK
to run a national political campaign
assuming I will confuse the taking of life for nutritional needs
as less just than the taking of life for punishment and retributive needs,
death-debt owed for death-taken,
as if it were possible to kill
disenculturing clans of terrorists
repeatedly
for each and every innocent life taken
with such unholy cynicism as anti-life hopeless degenerates.

I find this violence-begets-violence nowhere else
in any ecosystem,
anything that could possibly be called a sustainable system,
in any form of nature,
other than humane nature as de-natured humanity.

However, now that I think of it,
perhaps we do see something of its kind
in diseased and over-crowded populations,
literally eating their young.

We often call this "rabidity",
as individuals,
families,
tribes,
swarming in a monocultural snarl,
turn on each other
begin unprovoked cannibalism,
prey on each other,
perhaps as a form of punishment or retribution
for past angers and fears only these terrorist champions of chaos
can see
and feel;
a mounting prescient culture of mutual disregard and antipathy,
immunity,
trending toward Lose-Lose sociopolitical economic and ecological
outcomes.

Still,
is it wise to sanction violence to be perpetrated by others
on our behalf,
at any scale,
for any reason?
How is abuse and neglect of death-producing miscreants
not hypocritical
for a person who believes in the power of cooperative love
as a more effective Golden Rule 
than "Beat Others down before they Win more than you"?
Does this intend to include anything but monocultural AnthroCentric overcrowding, more violence, 
more dissonance, 
trending toward decomposition of all Earth's systems?

Am I to invest
or disinvest
in a competing human race
or a humanizing regenerate space and time?
Or, is it something MidWay between,
sometimes competing anger and fear might be Teachers,
I suppose,
although still not the best choice-makers.
Perhaps we could leave cooperative balancing
of Tipping Point decomposition 
and analysis of therapeutic/toxic trends,
within exclusive charge of CoArising Love as Golden Rule choice-making;
choosing whether or not to disinvest in regenerative health potential values of a life,
or a biosystem,
an ecosystem,
to optimally invest in Earth's regenerating health and vitality.

Yet, Earth does not necessarily
always and at all times,
water humane flowers
to starve the weeds.
More often, weeds starve flowers of water
as Crusading Christians starved diversity of intelligence
through violent ex-communication.

So, if these interdependently organic
cooperating relationships
between and within individuals,
families of weeds,
tribes of flowers,
nations and planets,
and the ecobalance of co-arising space with time
are what we seem to love,
then why do we suboptimize with Win-Lose economic and political choices
to compete with each other
for livelihood
sense of vocational value,
for power to declare war on each other,
the right to abuse and neglect and ex-communicate each other,
as if Earth's evolutionary journey
is not historically rooted
in cooperative regenerate enculturation,
as any of life's surviving cells
could quickly attest,
even under threat of ex-communication.

It is difficult for me to find any faith
or even hope
in the belief that Earth produced this humanizing race
toward degenerating dissonance
and overly-competitive Win to Lose strategies
of Left-brain cultural and language
and political and economic
dominance.

It feels less confusing to me
to comprehend we are ecoconsciously co-loving each other
in a rapidly overpopulating monocultural species
with humane researching and incubating
emergently embryonic cooperative aspirations
to optimize WorldWide Win-Win ecosystemic networks,
to balance Left with Right mindbody co-mentoring intelligence,
harmonizing all our bicameral systemic information,
issuing inductive from Heaven's TransParent Cloud
and deductive from Earth's RNA icons 
of recreating intelligence,
form with nondual co-arising cooperative function,
noun as verb,
poly-goal as perma-path,
and harmonic-octave frequencies 
in 4-square Prime Sequential Relationship,
both Time's co-gravitating with Space's thermodynamic balance,
Yang OVER yin-squared = c-squared ecoconsciousness
of Universal TransParent (0) Metric Light Balance.

Perhaps, then, it is less confusing to me
to think about how to invest more wisely
in non-violent empathy of Basic Attendance
to notice and listen with still-centered mindbody,
empathically absorbing claustrophobic fear and anger
saturating toxic terror that my life,
therefore your life,
has no ego-intrinsic value
because LeftEgo is too dissonantly dominant
over Right EcoEarth Regenerational Analogic
CoEmpathic Arising Function,
so my death, therefore your death,
has no Earth-intrinsic regenerative value or disvalue.

From this position
I cannot see Allah as ReGenerator Power and Flow,
Form with NatureFunction,
Love with Synergetic Intent,
TransParent Empathic Elational Present
Concave HomePlace within Convex healthCulture
through Time's bilaterally co-gravitating eco-normative lens.

How is any directive to starve and/or neglect and/or kill
not what Christians have known as ex-communication
unto decomposition?
Dissonance struggling against dissonance,
when we could choose to emerge mutually-resonant regenerators,
re-communicative poly-empathic optimizers,
co-mentoring Earth-regenerate soil
reforesting our rivers for clean water,
repurposing mutual immunity
as mutual subsidiarity within 
Earth,
EcoTribe,
RNA/DNA solidarity.
These three held together into perpetuity,
Earth Tribal ReSolution.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details

Fuller Ironic Future

Your true self is intelligence
and the rest of you, only appearance,
don't lose sight of your true self,
don't waste your time chasing trivial
yet unobtainable goals.
Rumi (M Mafi, trans)

Physical is always special case.
Energy is physical
and always special case.
Information is always special case.
Energy is information:
information is energy co-arising.
Special case is always realized
by its co-gravitational energetic information.

Dimension is unique frequency information.
Time incrementation is special case information.
Concept is general [qualitative function]:
in-formation is quantitative
(special case).
Buckminster Fuller, 1979, 1075.12, p. 446.

No one of us
and all of us together,
believe in optimal intelligence, information, integrity within 
ourselves,
our families,
our Earth,
our God,
with coincidental absence of any intelligence,
information,
integrity,
wisdom,
power,
presence among, without,
in Special Case Physical Universe.

Warnings Against the Use of Force
predict Warnings Advocating the Use of Tao-Balance
as active peace natural Special Case information
natural systemic integrity
ionic energy and ergodic reiterate intelligence,
eco-consciousness.

Those investing Tao teleology to help deploy power
within Earth's Tribes and Trees,
Oppose conquest by force of arms,
    oppose violence as over-reactive conquest to control behavior,
    to generate sustainable compliance.
For violence is wont to rebound.
Where competitors organize, thorns and brambles,
chaotic entropic evils and sins grow their hubris-decadent flowers.
The raising of a great Win-Lose Gaming Strategy
Yin follows with a karmic balance of overly-satiated dearth,
depressing, oppressing, suppressing living dying,
not fully alive Special Case.

Therefore Wisdom, Intelligence, Information, Integrity
effect their harmonic eco-logical purpose,
then stop with Midway Balance.
Special Case Logicians dare not react with power-over reductive arms;
Integrity effects synergetic meaning,
and does not over-knot EcoUnity;
Intelligence effects spacetime general-Commons binomial relationship,
negentropically prime balance is universally implied by double-negative
equals positive,
and by avoiding too labyrinthine esoterics,
mid-metamorphic polypathicism;
Information effects positive meaning, comprehension, co-consciousness,
and bows humbly toward double-binding negentropic Yin
double-negative original intents and coincidental purposes.

Special Case Wisdom affects, effects,
causes, infects regrettably responsive defense,
without remainder.
End of sentence.
Followed by fore-givenness, forebearance, 
reconciliation, regeneration of prime confluent relationship
co-active peace
excluding only cognitive dissonance.

Eco-logic grows eco-centered ecojustice 
naturally cooperative systems,
so cannot love violence.
For Special Case integrated organic systems climatically age
when over-extended past Primal (0) Tao Balance.

Egocentric EcoPOLYPATHOLOGY deductively-evolves
backward in time toward proactive competitive Win-Lose conquest;
the absolute spectral opposite of non-violent Win-Win orthopraxis,
where "Win" remains constantly drawn across each binomial appositional
logically-balancing position.
EcoPathology evolves violently against Special Case Information
Zero-Centric Taoism.

EcoPathologists mentor short-lived evolutionary strings
of dysfunctionally negative competitively hoarding
Left-brain dominant behavior.

If Universal Intelligent Intent is not yet commonplace understanding,
then our cooperative ecotherapeutic practice
cannot yet result in a sustained Beloved Special Case
Physical Universe.
Our lack of Universal Integrity and Wisdom practice
is our most efficient, tough-love, Teacher
of bicameral Right-Left hemispheric balanced Information Systems.

Short-sightedness,
small-mindedness,
poorly-sited natural resources,
reverse-recited ecologic,
evolving backward toward spring,
then winter's advent forward
from root toward branch
toward flowering seed
toward prime rootedness again;
discarding pretensions of ego and eco
as not eternally evolving MIDWAY interdependent Integrity,
TrimTab Tipping-Pointed Wu-Wei
Win-Win Tao's Group (0)-soul Theorem.

Prehensile pain and dissonant loss and blindness
cause short-sighted,
all too frequently recited, rehearsed, retold
repeated suffering mini-death crying for new birth
disinvested of misconceptions about thrival of the fitiningest,
positive deviance of Basic Attendance to and with co-mentors.

Wrestling with God,
abundantly yielding great polypathic exercise,
misses opportunities to wrestle with God,
to wrestle with wisdom within ourselves,
to wrestle with each Other,
with cooperative eco-centric Win-Win Original Intent,
to wrestle with God of Universal Wisdom.

Only violent assumptions wrestle against,
while double-negative balancing cooperative
ecosystemic assumptions wrestle with
commonly-held distortions,
side-by-side global EarthTribe solidarity,
each challenge shared toward Future's 
self-regenerative polyculturally dynamic information.

Physical Universal Wisdom
wrestling with dissonant frequencies
revolving contortions,
resolving contentions,
eco-justicing ecotherapy toward optimally responsible balance
and those yinyin harmonic octave functions and frequencies
with prime-fractal forms of time and memory encoded
bi-nucleic acids.

Transitionally Shifting Regeneration
toward active-peaceful contentment,
a more democratically accessible absence of irrational political confusion,
less suffering short-fall of well-being outcomes thru Universal Intelligence
--Just the Right amount of reconnected pain and ego-loss
for neither Right nor Left of (0) Tao Center
regenerative eco-redemptive birth of EarthTribe
comprehensive multisystemic bi-arising consciousness.

EarthTribe exegetes live Wisdom
and the rest of anthro-centric Us, only appearance.
Permacultural Truth,
don't waste time haunted by trivial ego- anthro-centric dissonance
with unsustainable sub-optimizing Win-Lose outcomes.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by T Wignesan | Details

Additional advice to those would be King from the THIRUK-KURAL with Commentary

Additional free advice to those* who would be King from the THIRUK-KURAL with Commentary
[*like presidents, prime ministers, dictators of declining (falling or fallen) nations or even empires]

K442: urranOy niikki uraa amai munkaakkum
            petriyaarp peenik kolal

Cherish the all-accomplished men as friends,
Whose skill the present ill removes, from coming ills defends. (Transl. G.U. Pope)
Let (a king) procure and kindly care for men who can overcome difficulties when they occur, and guard against them before they happen. (Transl. Drew & Lazarus)

Pope here makes a comment on Beschi's latin rendering of the maxim which we cannot attribute to him, for he adds the words: "See Pancatantra":
"Evils come from gods [read this word here as"Nature" - my interpolation] (malaiinmai/droughts, mikumalai/excessive rains, kaartru/winds, thii/fire, pini/disease); or from men (pakaivar/enemies, kalvar/thieves, chuttraththaar/kindred, tholilseyvoor/servants).
To remove the former, atonements (saanthigal) must be used. For the latter, the four methods (saamapeethathaanathandangkal) of pacification, disruption, gift, and punishment must be used." 

Commentary: Atonements? Can a whole nation, where collective responsibility is the case, atone for its misdeeds? For instance, for Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Hardly likely. Most unlikely, so let Nature wreak its ravages: let loose typhoons, hurricanes, tsunamis and the like, taking into consideration President Trump's refusal to commit the USA to climate change rescue in Paris. 
As for the latter where individuals or groups of individuals are the perpetrators, THIRU-VALLUVAR's advice can make much sense even in our hotch-potch day and splintered age.  Let's take just one aspect of the issues at stake: IMMIGRATION and resort to just one form of remedy: PUNISHMENT.
First, massive immigration destabilizes society at large, engenders wherever sizeable minorities gather and take root, differences of opinion, ways and aims of life which produce conflictual situations that do not contribute to harmonious relations, on the one hand, among the diverse immigrant populations, and on the other, with the host communities whether or not their inter-personal perceptions, faiths, attitudes, customs, sense of respect for one anothers' practice of conventions,  and ingrained methods of abiding or not by the laws of the country of reception differ or are even partially similar. The illegal immigrant is by necessity and definition a "criminal" who has little to lose but his soul. He is an interloper in a society where - according to all previous aspirations - his hoped-for higher economic condition must be made to prevail over all others who pose by necessity a threat to his safety. In such a conflictual situation the battle is waged first and foremost against his rival - the other immigrant serving another "god". And here, the battle is a free-for-all where the villain is whoever who can take, pluck, steal, dupe, con, batter and even kill. The host merely shuts a conniving eye. When the immigrant populations achieve their aims, and rise above their initial menial circumstances, then they turn on their hosts, passports and citizenship papers in hand, that is, when they feel comfortable enough to sleep with the host's spouses and sire future presidents with the host's daughters; so what's the solution?

SIMPLE. CLOSE ALL BORDERS. SEAL ALL ENTRANCES!
1. Instead of the WALL, construct a high-powered ELECTRIC CORRIDOR; if need be, even in the north. Patrol the shores: this is  done normally anyway. (Demonstrate what would happen on tv to those who would want to "scale" the corridor: "Poulet roti" à la française* could serve as a good convincing example.)
2. Impose heavy fines on those who fly, railroad or ship illegal immigrants as a first offence. Especially on foreign airlines and travel agencies.
3. Second offenders must be crippled with payments they cannot afford.
4. Thereafter, prison sentences must be handed out without fail.
5. Next, deportation must be resorted to wherever and whenver possible, if it does not inhumanely split up families - children from parents.
6. All guilty of illegal entry must be made to pay off their "crime" by working on farms and "outsourcing" installations in a COLONY to be created within the States, under supervision by the authorities. This is not a PRISON, and if anyone chooses to leave* the "premises", he or she should be invited to work for his or her passage to wherever the person came from, in the first place.
7. Jordon and Turkey have absorbed masses of Syrian refugees. Why can't oil-rich nations: Saudi Arabia and the Gulf States be persuaded to lay out the red carpet to their brethren? Likewise with other rich Afro- Asian nations with others who flee their own tortuous shores?
* Just to give you an idea of how the Socialist French (who will be ousted in tomorrow's confirmation general elections) grill their chicken, sample this: 
In 1983 and 1984, I appealed to the Socialist President François MITTERAND for a "sauf conduit" (safe conduct pass) for me and my handicapped son out of the country. On the second appeal, I received an invitation from the president's Human Rights Counsellor, Mme Cécile SPORTIS to the Elysée Palace (read as the "White House"). After listening to me for over an hour, she asked for the proof which I provided in a dossier surpassing some 500 pages of documents and letters, etc. Appalled, she promised to shake heaven and earth to set things right. She asked me to call back "in a month". I did. Her secretary said that there was no trace of my file, except for a letter to a lawyer Me Jean-Jacques de Félice.
I wanted to know the decision of the President. She said there was none. André Fontaine, then the Chief Editor of the Le Monde paper called to check with the president. His reply was that, as I was not a "diplomat", he could not issue me a "sauf conduit" out of the country. 

©  T. Wignesan - Paris, 2017

Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Poet M.e. | Details

Convergence Of The Train

CONVERGENCE OF THE TRAIN

Act I..scene II,  fade, 
Second floor, English Comp, Eleventh grade
There was a girl who sat 
Three seats in back of me
For the sake of this poems 
And to protect her privacy
We can call her Jacqueline or  Jackie

They teased her everyday
Cause she had body odor, 
Cuts on her arms and acne


No one at Ridgemont knew
She lost her father when she was three
Two years before her mother Od’d..
She sat on a highchair watching
Her Shooting heroin in her veins
But what does all this have to do
With a Train?
I refrain

Her Auntie didn’t want her
Her Auntie’s boyfriend did
Quite a lot for an eight year old kid
So inside of herself she hid

Four Foster Homes
Ten therapist later she finally
 Felt as if she was winning
Her first day at Ridgemont High
Her fifth High school in all
The medications were working
It was her new beginning

After third period English class
She placed the small Hamlet book
In her purse, grabbed her headphones
And bobbled her head to Lady Gaga
As she walked down the  hall

She didn’t know that 
Samantha and Amber
And two other girls
Waited for her in the bathroom stall
And five others hid behind the wall

Samantha unzipped Jackie's purse
And what they did next
Will make your heart burst

They snapped pictures of 
Her medications
Lexipro and abilify
They smeared feces on her Thesis
Tore her bracelet to pieces
And told her to go back where
She came from and die.
Her only defense was to cry



But a hundred episodes of Oprah and Dr. Phil 
And a plethora of pills
Taught her how to be okay..Just a bad day.
Therapist had taught her how to be
Self assuring
Jackie cried on the bathroom floor 
Shaking, aching, soaked in her own Urine
Enduring...        

Act II Scene two days later in the gym
Regina pulled Jackie's bra off
And threw it to Kim
Who wrote Slut on it with her Black pen
Then Nicole  socked her
Laughing as Jackie fell against the locker

One by one they slapped her like actors
Her cries were not as loud as the laughter


Jackie confided in her Biology  teacher. 
Who told the Principal
Jackie felt like Oprah, invincible
Samantha got suspended
They all had a meeting
And she was so sure this would end it


Enter Donnie 6’3 and charming
Jumped off a White horse and
rescued her like her Savior
He told her she was beautiful
And apologized for everyone’s behavior
And you should see the locket he gave her


He lettered in track and basketball
And was headed to UCLA in the fall
He taught her to laugh again
And brought all the bullying to an end
For the first time in her life, a friend

Took him six weeks  convinced her to have sex
And kissed away the insanity
Only she didn’t see the camera 
Between the  books over the vanity


As she put her clothes back on
He told her he would always be with her
She didn’t know however
Was that everything that happened
In the last two hours
Was already on Facebook and Twitter

Ten minutes before the school bell 
The kids started laughing
And checking their cells

It was hard to believe that kids
With human parents
Could be so rude 
Until I grabbed my cell phone
Saw videos of Jackie in the nude

They saw all the bruises and cuts
Yelled run home you slut

And they laughed at her pain
But I divert again
Why am I talking about a girl
In high school
In a poem about a train


11:46 PM The train stopped at Washington station 
The driver collected his fares
And people shared current events
And engaged in Political Conversation

12:10 Jackie sat in the office
pleaded for a transfer
From the school administration

“They are going to kill me she pleaded.”

12:20  The  Vice Principal says, 
Absolutely“No more transfers. 
Running is not the answer
You have to learn how to solve them.
Ma'am maybe you are the problem..”

Jackie’s Foster mom never made the meeting
From ten feet away 
You could hear her heart beating


It took two therapist and a nurse
To stop her from crying
The Principal told her 
“You have to understand we’re trying.”
Jackie ran out the door

A mile away

The Train reached Jefferson station at 12:34
Eight passengers entered, then six more
They grabbed their packages, their Wall Street Journals
Their Prada, their  Christian Diors


12:48  Jackie stood on the Platform
Of the Train station
Trying to weigh her worth
Pressing rewind on all the hurt
Then Play In the cinema of her eyes
The Therapist, the judges voices
All the promises, all the lies

She was all alone and
She just wanted to
 Get on the train and go home


From a hundred yards away
Jackie saw her TRAIN
They exchanged glances 
Like Bogart and Bacall
Like Whitney and Costner
Like a scene from the Oscars

And all she needed was one dance

She walked onto the tracks
Refusing to look back

And the dance  was sublime
The Train put his arms around her
And promised to have her home on time

And then the music breached
The breaks of the TRAIN screeched


The driver of the train only saw the back pack
He hit the breaks as fast as he could…
He tried to react

The Hamlet book leaped from her backpack
And lay open on the edge of the track


Under the blood on the pages
An irony of the ages
As tragic as Hamlet on his final stage

“You cannot, sir, take from me any thing 
That I will more willingly part withal: 
except my life, except my life, except my life.” 


Poet Michael Ellis
poetmichaelellis.com

Copyright © Poet M.e. | Year Posted 2017

Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details

The Forge

I remember the beach sand and swing
when you and mother were still something
I remember the ducks in the lake
you held my hand watching their wake
I remember the sheep dogs when the day was through
and the mornings grass all covered with dew
I remember the dead man and blood on the floor
my hand in my mothers as she went for the door
I remember the stairs I thought I’d fall through
and the building where she was hidden from you
she tried drowning me in the bath and the tub
her hands on my throat on the dining room rug
the pain of the walls where my body flew
the floor of the closet when she was through
I remember you entering the door
as you picked up my body from off the floor
the words were so ugly I’ve forgotten them now
but things haven’t changed much anyhow
I remember the willows and switches not few
a home not mine and the children were new
a string of families never seeming to end
the abuse and the beatings I’m not on the mend
I remember the the rage and the red flushed face
what did I do to fall from your grace
I remember the fear when I tried to hide
the man and the 2by4 when it hit my side
the bruise and welts with noone to care
my mother and father aren’t even there
I remember the family that took me in
they had no daughter just two young men
one boy was loving the other was slime
but the parents protected me most of the time
I was safe for awhile with nightmares not few
and some of my demons she helped to slew
I remember you taking me home at last
you had remarried some six months past
I remember the woman was cruel and mean
she remained that way till I was sixteen
At fifteen I had been already raped twice
the drugs and pills and the wrist yet to slice
I remember the police to the hospital sped
the straight jacket and thorazine I should have been dead
I remember the airplane that sent me away
with my half brothers mother I was to stay
my neck with a forearm pinned to the wall
my half brothers brother screaming he will have all
I remember the screaming as I flew down the stairs
his violence had caught me totally unawares
the pain as he smashed me on the walls of the hall
the kicks in the ribs after my fall
the nine months I walked in a state of fear
how I passed my classes is very unclear
I remember the man when I hitched into town
the car was a sedan of dirty brown
the doors had no handles no way to get out
he pulled out a knife and proceeded to shout
how he would cut me and make me bleed
if I didn’t fill some sort of need
how I grabbed the wheel for steering the car
when he slammed on the brakes down the road not far
when he slid out the door by the side of the road
it seemed to me that all time had slowed
he released me with curses not language unknown
from the cage of his car this bird had flown
I remember the man preaching justice and truth
but to find answers one must become sleuth
I remember the marriage and I made him swear
that to hit or harm me he must never dare
I remember the baby with curls of gold
by seventeen to marriage my father me sold
I remember the lapses of time I had lost
the forge of my youth and the price it had cost
the thread that kept me alive was so thin
in my mind it was always me against him
I remember the children that helped keep me sane
with some sort of focus with the man I had lain
I remember the striving for some sort of truth
what kind of a mother my children had in their youth
I remember it all so plain and clear
that violence from men will always be near
I swore at sixteen no child to have
if you couldn’t play safely with joy and a laugh
forgive me my children for bringing you here
the reasons I do things are sometimes not clear
My parents are gone and I do not mourn
but only for the life I was never shown
I did try to spare you the same kind of fate
I hoped that my love would be never to late
I had no control of the time or the chance
that injustice would look upon you with his glance
I raise my eyes to the heavens and vent to his name
to save all the children who are yet put thru shame
In a blast furnace my life has been forged
the tool of the hammer has formed my discourse
in molten metal I have been shaped
the tool of another I have not escaped
what of the purpose he hopes to hew
a piece of equipment all shiny and new
I remember my maker and the state of his grace
the road laid before me and the words of his face
the view of my nature he seeks to tame
with so many others who walk in the flame
in wails united to pull heaven down
and with its brightness scour the ground
his promise to do so has not yet passed
when all of mankind will feel his blast
the call has gone forth the meaning is clear
to give an accounting is so very near
those who think themselves high shall be made low
the dust of the earth their destined to know
the one that I follow has carved out the path
his star has shown brightly beneath thorn and the lash
I reach my arm forth to take hold his hand
to walk among humans woman and man
he paints a clear future for those of us all
a paradise lost to man in his fall

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via Duboff Law Group LLC

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Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by Robert Ronnow | Details

Change

I am feeling the shock of fast change. How to cope with it is of course the question. Listen to Beethoven through the neighbor's window? Look up from the page? Appreciate doves even though they are so numerous? I seem to have limitless choices although this cannot be true. Could I have become a computer specialist? Sure! How to remain still in the ever-maddening mandala. To remain still on the outer edge of the wheel is to ride laughingly and pluck at the gold key. I force myself down into the craw of the black vortex New York until I feel the strong oscillations gather rhythm and expel me or accept me.

            What do I find within the black electric walls of this unique vortex? I find there is more space between people than I'd ever dared to hope. That my efforts are unnecessary and hopeless. I cancel my subscriptions and stop eating. I embrace wild roots and run through streets with arm around my girl.


                    *                                  *                                  *

What is important.
That question.
I part my lips in the middle
      and blow
eat corn chips, dipsy doodles
make love, eat grapes.
                                In their mere chronology
events have no relation. How was making love
different from eating grapes. Differentiation

is essential to bring order from chaos. The chaos
is the accelerated change created by our own species
whose consummations have a quantum effect
      on the environment.
                                   But the chaos
existed long before, and long after us
in both more serene and violent forms.
Again a duality, but here's why.
                                            For
each duality may then be said to be in a dual
relationship with another duality, forming
cubes.
           These cubes are difficult to join
with other cubes, unless first they are
somewhat melted.
                          We were traveling among
these cubes, maneuvering
through a static array of equidistant points
but finding it impossible to avoid striking them.

So why the difficulty adapting. Because no species
before us had to adapt to its own effects upon
environment? No, every species must

but our adaptations (of the world) are so successful
(such fabrications!) One green, one brown

                      Two dead leaves
                              sleep-touching
                                     Then a breeze!

                                        *                                  *                                   *

                        Loveliness and loneliness
                        these periodic
                        auras
                                 they sleep apart/together

sometimes not always
        using sheets of white nothing madly
                connecting, splicing, parturition
                        continuing to birth life and ideals
                                like ants or any other species.
                                        Tree, each poem, begins
                                                and ends and giving up
                                                        to life's forms
                                                                graciously

surrendering to greater force, power, strength
        whatever it is called, the clog of heels
                upstairs to the door, turning of
                        the key, the taking out of the
                                garbage down below, car
                                        starting, placed in
                                                gear, cat
                                                        meowing

anyway, for myself, personally, speaking only
        for myself, because although the Parks
                Department rakes the leaves as it
                        did last autumn, to keep them
                                from clogging the sewer system,
                                        I am in a heightened
                                                state of vibration
                                                        Quivering

like a long steel pipe banged hard against an
        iron beam. The hard hat feels it in
                his hand (on the gears) but
                        great buildings are built that
                                nature destroys in time
                                        with a little wind
                                                water, fire

air, you glide down through the limpid air
        toward the ninety-seven story abandoned structure
                remnant of an earlier civilization
                        abandoned but not yet entirely
                                swept away in slow waves
                                        of change.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Poetryof Providence | Details

APOLOGY

You spoke of Love in the kingdom to come
Where the works of hatred would be undone
you bid your disciples to follow whats true
to demonstrate its power in the actions they do
 
But I have seen injustice
      In the congregations of God
they have castigated children
with verbal tirades           they did flog

committed vicious slander
and the innocent             threw away
refused to hear their lack of justice
and those who tell the truth                they slay

But these actions are not hidden
from our King                 God has given throne
those of us who’ve seen it
our thoughts to him          have shown

His retribution will not linger
with his army he arrives
expose he will oppressors
those who                       cover deceit with lies
 
They profess to be disciples
of the Christ and Father Jah
but the errors                   of injustice
have trespassed the Love that’s law

Into the sanctuary
          I have sent this word
that like prayers of incense 
their cries and tears           be heard

At the house of God there’s punishment
until true mercy            we can learn
willing to          investigate the truth
and its advocates not spurn

You have practiced Law and Judgment
the child of God             you did not see
you interpreted the scriptures
and pronounced his children          unworthy

I have trouble understanding
those who lift             your eulogy
so easily destroy their kin
blame not themselves              as ungodly

Its always someone                 else’s fault
not the things you did or say
you couldn’t possibly            be the reason
that from the “truth” they walked away

When you stand before the throne of God
will they judge                  your actions clean
all the thoughts that you committed
will prove you kind                  or mean

I can only say to you 
I saw your                 justice taken away
my own afflictions and slander
paralyzed my voice             that day

Even now to late in time
their judgments I do fear
they’ve spent their time             convincing me
my perception is not             clear

But I have spent my time
considering             the instructions in your word
their placement in        my heart and mind
and my pen has proved I’ve heard

to those youths       I’m still connected
you’ve remained in mind and heart
I’ve considered what you experienced
and I know                it’s origins start

Not all of us              who worship truth
will condemn your walk away
those who expose their heartlessness
before the throne will pay

I only hope you              remember
those of us    who cherished you
If I could manipulate nature
none these things               would you go through

I want you to remember
that’s whats broken         and with flaw
have difficulty executing
the perfection of cosmic law

I hope to see you           in the future
when you’ve considered my             digress
what you’ve experienced in life
is very difficult               to digest

The things that connect us
are more            than human skin
together we are the children
of the parents               who gave us sin

This is my apology
for you         whom I could not defend
I was suffering my own afflictions
which prevented           my love to mend

I have failed far to many
and on others can           lay no blame
unlike the power that controls the cosmos
my limitations physics             name

My complaints here             I have spoken
but the threads of them            are true
they are laid before the throne of justice
and our God and Christ            will see them through

Choose to invest in excellence 
but these are traits          that you must learn
to humans they come            not natural
your inclinations             they will confirm

From your introduction             I have loved you
and to my thoughts have given voice
but your own road                    you must travel
and free will               is yours of choice

Only one thing          can fill whats hollow
a majestic gift       from Christ and God
that we “learn” to love each other
correct the inherited things          and flawed


Self justification (self rightousness) is a peculiar
trait among mankind ….and is significantly
emboldened when applying law and tradition
and distinctly visible among those who “practice”
religion , instead of “following the truth” like a
detective …….outside appearances can be so
deceiving, whats hidden and out of visions
range the guilty are not just catholic and protestant
those who abuse the truth have always sat
right among Gods own chosen people ….

 
Luke 17:1-4

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via Duboff Law Group LLC

Copyright © Poetryof Providence | Year Posted 2014

Long poem by John Arribas | Details

REVOLUTION

REVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A revolution is much deeper than what the eye can see 
An opportunity to rid the land of despotism and tyranny
When any citizen can expose the enemies of the state
Present and judge valid evidence to arrive at a just fate
But that doesn’t happen except in the rarest of the time
Cause mobs want vengeance even if there is no crime
Vindictive mobs will let no one stand in their way
They can only be quieted by making the defeated pay


Once the old regime has been ousted and overthrown
The general populace wants retribution to call its own 
Frenzied mobs want allegations of any on which to react
Every accusation is taken as an indisputable  fact
Those that are accused of prior regime collaboration
Will be tried and convicted without hesitation
The penalties will vary according to the type of peoples crime
Some will be executed, others sent to prison for a very long time


Those with neighbors or others with differing opines
Will anonymously be accused  of  treasonable  crimes
If man has an attractive wife , coveted for personal roles
He’d be singled out as undermining the revolutions goals
Children would be asked to report on their parents talk
Do they praise the revolution or do they balk
Men don’t gather in the street in idle conversation any more
In fear of being accused of plotting a counter revolutionary war


Investigations of wrong doing will increase as planned
Til every one feels threatened through out the land
Facts and allegations are all treated the same
Anyone accused is certain to shoulder the blame

Revolution (2)


While the mob applauds the action of a kangaroo court
No one objects to the tactics to which the insurgents resort
The ruling insurgents tell the citizens to prepare for action
An impending attack by the ousted is a simple distraction


The victorious parties purge dissenters from their ranks
The true patriots and heroes that really merit  thanks
They will be accused of plotting to sabotage the revolution
Incriminating evidence will surface to prove their collusion
Evidence against them mounts proving a planned conspiracy
Evidence is authenticated but only the accusers can to see


Those tainted members of the original rebellious group
Are sentenced to long terms taking them out of the loop
Members popular with the mobs with no threats to face
Suddenly and mysteriously disappear without leaving a trace
Struggle for power will continue within the victors team
Til the most cold-blooded one dominates every scene 


Reigning power is now in hands of an egocentric man
All opposition has been silenced through out the land
Those holding on to opposing views are hunted down
Block teams are established in every city and town
Block directors have spying duties the main is to report
Any suspicious movements or activities to the citizens court
Employment is terminated and the accused sent off to a farm
Where political viewpoints are altered to render no harm
Fear of death and imprisonment is so deeply instilled
Most minds are conquered only the strongest have will
					
				



Revolution (3)


This is the reward for seeking freedom of expression 
A psychotic ideologue made this land his personal possession
We surrendered our weapons but mostly our ideas
We’re completely dominated and ruled  by insidious fears
Looking back it now seems the regime we overthrew
Wasn’t as bad as we thought, we were always able to make do
Revolutionaries that foment change using the gun
Will still be armed when the fighting is done


Students of history are smug and quick to understand
How this beautiful island was commandeered by one man
So many were mesmerized by his unending glib tongue
Like demons called Stalin, Hitler and Mao tse tung
There are many men like these in each generation
Preying on those feeling or promoting frustration
These villains are lauded til their motives come clear
Their main weapons are terror and bone chilling fear
The masses will demand a plebiscite and new constitution
Not going to happen without a new revolution


The loss of freedom doesn’t happen overnight
It disappears after each uncontested little bite
This is a warning to all that are free
Don’t think little bites can’t happen to thee 



One could easily change a few lines and add a few details
And come up with Russia, Venezuela ,China etc. a glib tongue
And a tired public are easy pickings for the egomaniacs
In the world. This is about Cuba, 1959

 





 
 
 

Copyright © John Arribas | Year Posted 2016

Long poem by Laura Breidenthal | Details

From Darkness To Stardom

Every child is born into this world crying,
Little did this poor child know, tears would fall for the rest of her life.
Born into a world of abuse, heartache and pain,
With a drug addict, alcoholic abusive father and a heartless mother.
Every day was the same, left alone with only silence and darkness,
Dirty clothes, little to eat with every cry for help resulting in violence.
How could her eyes see any happiness when they had run dry?
How could she smile with cut lips and a bruised body?
At 7, her mother died from a lethal overdose of alcohol and drugs,
However, the abuse got worse as she became her father’s new toy.
Poor little girl, an object of carnal gratification and her innocence stolen,
By a man who was responsible for her protection and well being.
The effects of a dark and destructive childhood destroyed her confidence,
With low self esteem and no social skills, they mocked her in school.
Little did they know about the struggles in her life and the pain she was going through,
Bruised and abused, having to make her own lunch with no help from a pathetic father,
This was her daily routine- even hell would have been a more peaceful place for her.
But, little did the world know the girl had a hidden talent,
The voice of an angel and the mind of a creative poet.
At night when she sang, the stars glowed to her beautiful lullaby,
The ink of her pen was like blood rushing from her veins to create magical lyrics.
Music and poetry was her escape from a life of cruelty and rejection,
Her talent was hidden, so no one could help her reach her potential.
As the girl grew, her abuse never stopped, there seemed no end,
With constant memories of painful yesterdays and a childhood lost.

She used her incessant pains and struggles to enhance her music,
Writing hours upon hours of poetry and songs, self-teaching brilliance…
Deep inside she yearned for someone to understand her, to see her…
If not, but one, she would she be wholly satisfied

Many nights she would find herself crying uncontrollably, 
The darkness of the room enveloping her every being
She could see the past in her mind’s eye and be reminded of the sick present
She began to hate her father, and every brat at her school
She cursed death and life alike, and envied her mother’s eternal sleep
Everyone who spit their insult, everyone who remained silent and apathetic,
She hated them with a passion so self-destructive, it burned her raw scars...
Teaching herself to hold it in, so that on paper she could create masterpieces
And prove all of the monsters around her wrong…
In silence, she recalled the worst memories to shame further her reality.
A part of her knew that she was incredibly talented,
Though the darkness often blinded her with guilt
She felt that she did not deserve even a voice,
Her writings were but a sick reminder of demons she could never conquer
Shivering in the cold, her skin dirty and dry,
Ugly…ugly…was the only word she could live by

One night, she contemplated taking her life…
She vowed all of her suffering would meet a greater purpose,
Beyond the grave…beyond fear of hell beneath
She was dirt after all, like the kids always told her
How much worse could it be, facing the flames she was born in?
She threw the kitchen knife down and looked up at the stars above
Even Death would reject her, she knew…
In acceptance, she acknowledged her ugliness and became a stunning underdog
Rebellion sifted through her veins and her strength brought fear to her father
Bullies looked at her as if she was the devil himself
No one could tell her what to do anymore,
And nobody would ever understand her
Though that was okay…
Because that is all she ever knew

Ten years later, the rotten roller coaster continued
Though a fateful night of circumstance had led her right on the stage
Men were mesmerized by her fierceness and apathy
Not being able to grasp each significant line layered in truth
She showed none mercy as she slayed ruthless chords of wonder
Her voice rang angelically, mixed with the fires and tears of her life
Echoing beyond the grave of cold Death… beyond what was wrong or right
It was her silence that stunned the audience the most
Those eyes, having seen so much…felt so much…hid so much…
That cut mouth, with the eternal dry trickle of a bitter tear
The world was not prepared for her intolerable genius,
Just as she was not prepared for their astonished applaud…

-A collaboration by The Silent One and I : )

Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2015

Long poem by Robert Ronnow | Details

The Ordinary Care of Providence

Madison's defense of the establishment clause to the Virginia legislature:
"Religion both existed and flourished, not only without the support of human laws, but in spite of every opposition from them, and not only during the period of miraculous aid but long after it had been left to its own evidence and the ordinary care of Providence."

                                          May I say
electromagnetic waves. Radiant energy.
Light travels in waves
                                  Waves of what?
Electromagnetic waves consist of electric and magnetic fields
oscillating at right angles to each other
and to the direction of motion of the wave.
                                                                 All waves can be described
in terms of amplitude, wavelength, frequency and speed.

Waves of what?
                         Think of a hand waving. The wave itself
is virtual, ideal. The hand and eyes are waves. The wave's
a quantum guess.
                           Religion and electromagnetic waves - visible, audible,
                           ideal
causing real reactions in earth-time (real as it gets). Madison's
ordinary
             care of Providence
                                          impossible to handle.

Needed is a medium: antenna, cathode ray, page,
body
        hairy, sweaty
                            diurnal
with the capacity to say Providence electromagnetic visible light
element god.
                    Alone in your life and body. Say
the heavy word
weighty word
isotope
            charged word (ion god)
the particle physicist and political philosopher have it over the poet
who is sharing ignorance
                                      pretty much all he doesn't know.

Or who stays within a dimension she knows she knows, extrapolating
her hand in a child's hand or husband's hold or nest in a tree hole
limited government
                             separation of powers
                                                             daily low intensity warfare
light, radio and gamma waves
                                             Waves of what?
"Matter can be treated by both wave and particle theories (the duality of matter) since its convertible counterpart - light - has long been treated successfully by both theories."
convertible counterpart
                                    light matter light

Solutions to the equations are called wave functions, or orbitals.
"Religion or the duty which we owe our Creator and the manner of discharging it can be directed only by reason and conviction, not by force or violence. It is proper to take alarm at the first experiment on our liberties. We hold this prudent jealousy to be the first duty of Citizens, and one of the noblest characteristics of the late Revolution. The free men of America did not wait till usurped power had strengthened itself by exercise and entangled the question in precedents. They saw all the consequences in the principle and they avoided the consequences by denying the principle. We revere this lesson too much to soon forget it."

Last night's movie She's No Angel on the Christian channel
begged many essential questions (and had bad music)
                                                                                 why
the loving liberal successful couple should
keep a shotgun in the home (later used per Shakespeare)
                                                                                      what
the community's (authority's) reaction to the violence
and precipitating dissembling might have been (per The Crucible)
                                                                                                 whether
the golden spiritual couple would subsequently dissemble lobby or defend
themselves and the loved one legally and lengthily (per Dostoyevsky)
                                                                                                  where
unclean tragic outcomes end in Death's cleanliness
ravens eat the fur and guts of bad guesses off the roads (per A Designer
      of Systems)

but not I think missing
the deeper lesson

that she is neither her past
nor her wings

but a pure goodness
                               bone stillness
                                                    potential energy

a light wave
and a particle.





Copyright © Robert Ronnow | Year Posted 2015

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