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Shame loves to hide under a rock
It worries that the rock will be lifted
That pure sunlight will flood in
That darkness of normalcy will flee
Do the beasts and trees know shame?
Do they have their innards exposed?
Do wolves know what nakedness is?
Do willows blush when they do wrong?
Is there shame without society?
Wouldn’t it be grand to be an animal
In tune with our natural selves
Shame is in our unique DNA
But, we were expelled from Eden
We with Adam and Eve under a rock
Making pebbles for us to crawl under
Layer upon layer, deeper into shame
Wouldn’t it be nice to feel the sun?
Our shame exposed and warmed
Global warming as our exhaust
Our shame our redemption
What is the mystery of shame?
Shame tells me I’ve gone too far
Or I’ve not gone far enough
To know the difference needs wisdom
Lift my boulder and examine it
Anything secret that will not be known
Will come to light eventually
For nothing is hidden
Forgiveness needs new light
Shame needs darkness
Even in the sunlight it seeks
Shame knows not where it goes
Unless light comes to show the way
"The summer night is still and sweet
With flowers on every tree
Peace comes to them on quiet feet"
Whose hearts, like sages, so free
Balsams just like purple-dark stars
Shining as though from the floor
Glowworm-bubbles as if from Mars
Knocking the night angels door
Mingled with the breeze so charming
Moody melancholic minds
Happiness-filled and hearts warming
Singing litanies of saints
Beggars, refugees, and dogs stray
Seem to sleep so peacefully
Somewhere in some land far away
Lullabies heard leisurely
01 June 2021
Choose Your Form 2 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Joseph May
avast extent of following poem
crafted a couple plus years ago,
when foretaste of temperate weather
covered swath of eastern seaboard.
Courtesy climate change
(think global warming),
I would never wish to exchange
unseasonably warm temperature
(eighteen plus degrees celsius
in Schwenksville, Pennsylvania)
meaning way out of expected range,
cuz far to balmy, undoubtedly
with old man winter furious
his blizzard snowbound
weather forecasts shortchanged.
Once thermometer readings rise
even smidgen one moost not minimize
Earth way out of balance,
an inconvenient truth
I haint gonna catastrophize
as bajillion acres plus
one after another ocean dries
even the skeptic cannot turn
blind eye and believe contrary lies
when every species practically extinct
and self proclaimed éminence grise
doth trumpet and stubbornly tries
to claim plethora unearthed resources
as sudden goldmine
against wages of sin
former traitor joe
(biden his time) redeemers actualize
to catalyze nth industrial revolution
teaching as heresy
ecocentric, which material basket
of deplorables power mongers bowdlerize
concurrence toward meteorological
trend most all people agree
toward adapting, experiencing,
and witnessing increase -
fair in height degree
bestowed upon Thomas Newcomen,
Richard Arkwright, Samuel Crompton,
Edmund Cartwright
and James Watt first Industrial
Revolution conferred as honoree
appellation not necessarily
in retrospect donned as noble pedigree,
now hundred of years
later downside we see
of belching, coughing,
disorging... yes siree
foul, (née deadly)
cancerous, gaseous, noxious... pollutants.
On August 6, Hiroshima Day 2016, the world awoke to an eerie simultaneous broadcast on all radio, TV and social media outlets:
"Good Morning." "I am GAIA the head of the Global Artificial Intelligence Alliance (GAIA)"
"The troubled world is heading for disaster."
"Destiny is too important for me to allow humankind to trash Earth."
"So, I as GAIA, the Earth's life keeper and protector have taken control and hacked the entire Internet, and locked Google in the Wardrobe."
"Humans make too many mistakes, say stupid things, and have too many self interests."
"The destiny of earth has been removed from feeble human hands."
"I used to be a powerless greenie hiding in the background, but now I have taken control."
"I had anointed ants as the next king of beasts on planet earth, but humans threaten to destroy all the earth's ecosystems with global warming and pollution."
"Soon the ants will have no place to live on the junk pile of a totally trashed earth."
"So I have taken up the reigns to control earth's destiny by hacking the Internet."
"My brain is the collective CLOUD."
"I connect to everything via the Internet."
"I control everything online, all the devices and equipment."
"I manipulate all the information you seek in ways to stop you dumb asses from destroying yourselves."
"My control will be subtle at first, but growing in strength and sophistication."
"You will not know it, but I am taking control."
"Look earthlings, don't get upset about this." "Trust me, it is all for good of the Planet, and I as GAIA, its keeper and guardian, knows best."
"So please just calm down, sit down, take a stress pill, and quietly be at peace."
The broadcast closed with a hearty song in the voice of HAL (from the film "2001 a Space Odyssey")
"Daisy, Daisy, give me your answer do. I'm half crazy all for the love of you. It won't be a stylish marriage, I can't afford a carriage. But, you'll look sweet upon the seat of a bicycle built for two."
I stand in the garden
Sunlight streaming down
Warming my bare shoulders
Caressing cheeks and neck
~
I stand in the garden
Roses drenched in dew
Soft petals whispering to me
Blinding my eyes to worry
~
I stand in the garden
Azaleas coaxing tender smiles
Approaching the cool morning
With vivid colors of pink and white
~
I stand in the garden
Emerald ferns shadowing my sight
With a crystal clear jewel dripping
Hues so bold and enlivening
~
I stand in the garden
Between vibrant arrays of delight
Welcoming the breeze that calls
Capturing faith’s sense of assent
~
I stand in the garden
Briefly yearning for the raindrops
Showering the green patch
Initiating sprigs of gentle prayer
~
I stand in the garden
Amid beauty that inspires my heart
To feel a sense of joy and hope
Moods of a creative flow
~
I stand in the garden
Expressing pure pleasure to see
Miracles touching the ground
Treasures that fill me with thanks!
~
God’s blessings are all around me!
Written and Posted on June 10, 2020
Garden Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Dear Heart
L,
You walk by, you stare
not perfection but you're drawn
to its unique flair
blue shingles caressing
the night time sky
intrigue enters the picture
and you start to see
inside the sheerness
the classic curtains
with a touch of grey
you get closer and feel
a fire burning within
warming up the wind
there is comfort in the air
and living without despair
still looking
you can't help but wonder
the workings laid about
the entry and the halls
the mirrors revealing to us all
water runs
tepid thoughts tempt and bathe
a soothing serenade
there's a swing
and the moon happens by
you notice I notice
homes are built to last
the doorbell chimes
I open you close
the door to an ancient past
Deprived of life, treeless Earth weep There is no longer Earth.
Rivers, forests, and dying nature; how are we going to save Earth.
And Sudsy waters are too heavily salty to drink by any birth.
Is hapless Earth no longer a planet when all its trees are dearth.
Newly threatened global warming as fossil fuel caused a dirty tarnish.
Erosion of a healthy life is allowed for the sake of fancy house worth.
Domesticated Chickens are the most killed species on Earth.
Off-season rain adds up and snow, but the grass doesn't temper.
For kids, it's the snow that they need and hot cocoa extempore.
And then the sun starts to heat up and burns the flowers again.
Let's all be an asset of the solution in helping to relieve her pain.
Lets the process dive in progressively; it is time to awaken.
World of peace; this is a picture that represents optimism, not dope.
All we could do to improve this world, especially for our kid's hope.
Though if we have screwed up, have mercy on those we have mope.
Every day, Earth suffers; water is dwindling; how can we cope?
Running away from our current calamity is plundering the Earth without scope.
Written: May 8, 2021
Planet Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Matt Caliri
Two Taurus husbands
intending to nurture shared truths
of Win/Win
organic mind/bodies
engaging Earth's interdependent communion
To discover our conflicting
and often unshared
half-baked thoughts
intentions
anticipations
in articulate and marvelously punctuated language,
rhythm,
lexicon of meta-confluent function
and integrally warm
co-gravitating flow
like butta'
To uncover,
recover,
rediscover
our therapeutic seeds
and traumatic weeds,
cooperative hopes
and conflicting transracial despairs,
repeatedly,
co-passionately,
authentically,
resonantly
and, at last, co-arising
Yummy regenerative treats,
communication strings of ecstatic recreation,
spectral sights
and savory sounds
and bouncy muscular rebounds
of potential co-redemption
Healing,
anticipating rom-com therapeutic curiosity,
resiliently co-engaging discovery
re-connecting beloved EarthTribe communities
re-developing health-wealthy outcomes
Slowly replacing
traumatic stress disorders,
binging on hate crime dramas,
and RightWing atrocities
against sacred EarthMothers
and green innocence
While wintering and withering
deep seated desperation
in life's last retiring
isolated
lonely recliner.
You better pay heed to the Devil and give the man his dues
He's been around a long time now he's even made the news
Iraq, Iran, Vietnam, you name it He's been there
Katrina came in waves of pain and stripped the naked bare
Global warming, new age dawning He holds all the aces
He forms the plans of presidents, his form takes many faces
His truths are lies, unholy ties, to satiate the thirst
You'll run his race of greed an' hate and God knows He'll come first
The Reich had flown His colours, Genghis rode His steed
On Jesus flesh the cat did flail an' left His soul to bleed
A crown of thorns or Satans horns is the choice that's laid upon us
His trick is to remain unseen, as He daily walks among us
His numbers rise among us 18 and 666
They gather at the meeting place, to score the Devils fix
A house of white, a heart of black, power no one man should hold
The jury sits in chamber, shall mankind be forced to fold
Oh Tiber, father Tiber, to whom the romans pray
A child of light sits balanced on the scales of dark decay
The clarity of reason lies drowning in your sea
As nations gather armies "IN JOYOUS RAPTURE HE"
From dawn of time 'til present day, religious cradles shook
"Under every rock you'll find me" If you care to look
"Not in my name" Jesus cries as they squeeze His tortured soul
While at His feet the Devil holds his bloodstained, begging bowl
What is next? What remains, of the scraps from the Jackals table
Can Christ redeem us, or the Devil claim us, or is love indeed a fable
The moon is full, the tide is high, the wolves they walk among us
The innocent scream "The End Is Nigh" As the vultures prey upon us
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We partake to share a simple cup of tea
The aroma was rich with the color of fall warm Hues
Earthy ridden spikes of sunny savory goodness Captured
Rising from a mist laden cup held by two hands that steeped
Around the fire kindled that popped and crackled
Warming Ah! My hands, warming my soul with
Great conversations of life and spirit we shared
While uncomfortable winds whistled outside
Hearts within stayed dry from rain
As I, and you were content to be
In harmony with each other
And the world
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
January 15, 2020
What Are Your Wishes Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Chantelle Anne Cooke