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When and where
ecological sisterhooded wisdom dies
So too theological Win-Lose compromise
between nature's humanity
brothered, yet sometimes bothered,
with spirited patriarchal divinity,
secular Western CoOperating Truths
inhaling sacred Eastern Beauty.
Subjective ego ecstasy
Win-Win with and Win-Lose against
Earth's objective historical ancestry,
RightMind sacred animated Memory
of imaged future DNA organic systemology
as imagined alternative past trajectory
of healthy wealth
and degenerative pathology.
Why and how anxiety
breeds climate deity
of fear
only where peace could justify lush Win-Win sobriety,
ecstatic affinity
confidently absorbing silent cold Lose-Lose infinity
When and where
ecological-theological
sisterhooded matriarchal-patriarchal
bicameral
ElderWisdom dies to lose all
of the Above-Below All-Fall...
Are we Here yet?
Not now?
Are we Here
yet not Now?
Are we Here
double-binding Now?
Because we know so
or feel something changing
and Both?
Pockets Of Wealth:
In my left
a president
not one
by God sent
In my right
a congress,
not one will
ever confess
In my back,
left or right
the same, day
or night, could
not tell
a difference
if only by sight
could not tell
by ear – though different
appealing promises,
both falsely speaking
year after year
can definitely tell
by all they do,
and not what they say –
the same sulfur smell
for all demagogues
having one foot
already in hell –
a little grease here
a little grease there
throw a feast here
throw a feast there...
mindset far away
from the needle's eye,
from the camel and his
desert~ elite tables' main
focus that of more
prime rib and
succulent pheasant....
Miss Mae may not have been,
a famous writer with ink nor pen.
But enjoyed to crochet and paint,
and mastered the art of motherhood
and that of quiet saint.
She reared eight children with humble means
and loving gentle touch.
Each child she taught the golden rule,
right from wrong and for that they owe her much.
Miss Mae stood regal and tall
and walked with grace above the fray.
She always greeted others with kind words,
any others she would not say.
On Sunday morning you would find her
quietly in pew with Bible and smile in tow.
She showed her love of Christ and the
faithful walk and path for all to go.
So when Miss Mae left this world,
as quietly as she came.
There were no grand farewells reserved
for those of wealth and fame.
There will be no statues or monuments
built in peaceful parks.
But the monument her life has built
is deep within our hearts.
And to all those I have wronged
I am remorseful
For my life is an enigma
And at times I lose my way
Like a mad dog that goes astray
Enslaved by tribulations
That fails to go away
And reason becomes an absurdity
As my sanity fades away
Like a stallion
In the misty wilderness
Who comes back at dawn?
My mind awakes
Replenish with life with the warmth of the sun
And rejuvenates like a new born
To drink from the lake of life
And to start another sojourn on earth
To get what is left to take
And remember those I shall never forget
And those I shall not forsake
Dreams unfilled
Living a life that is less thrilled
Ruled by plutocrats and kleptocrats
Who served the god of money
He takes your soul in return for a drop of honey
Friends come and friends go like the autumn wind
It s cold
So is life
For all that glitters is not gold
Standing on principle is worthless in the land of lunatics
Where religion is used as a weapon
By the raging fanatics
And freedom is used to enslave you more
For the oppressors we see
Are worse than the oppressors we saw
It is worthless for a bleeding pauper
The world sees not those who suffer
Except those who bask in the euphoria of wealth and stupidity
And who disgust those who live a life of humility
For the puppet master still pulls my strings
He is the god we see
Who controls all that life brings
And those artificial things
But time will vindicate the righteous
If you are true indeed so
When it blows
The wind of change
Everybody knows
Sound of chance
Fills the air
And ends your despair
Time servers and sycophants will perish
So will all that they cherish!
And relish
Hidden secrets locked away in the chest of the truth
Now unlocked
And I regain exuberance
Like I have bathed in the Fountain of Youth
For I have vowed to speak the truth
Parasites and worms that feed on the dead and the living
But never care for others because
They are never giving
Kings and nobleman were born of slaves
They are blind when they hold the mantle of authority
They fall because they know not the meaning of prosperity
A divide house can never stand
So let us unite
Form:
Whenever I see a rainbow it always makes me smile
I love to admire their natural beauty for many a while
What will I find at the end of a rainbow -
it won’t be a crock of gold that much I know!
I seek neither fame nor tremendous wealth
For I am extremely rich, as I possess good health
Good health is something that cannot be bought
I know from experience, it’s not a lesson that is taught
So you won’t see me chasing rainbows to find a pot of gold
But I will rejoice at their stunning beauty until I’m very old
Contest: What is at the end of your rainbow
Sponsor: Eve Roper
01~21~16
Dedicated to the memory of my lovely friend Josie who passed away on 20th January 2016 the logo of her pre-school playgroup was a rainbow
Nefarious faces with pale cheeks,
dulling your senses with narcotics;
and dangerously staring at others
whose clement destiny
isn't called squalid poverty,
or negligible neediness...
All can be spared by the dint of astuteness,
making amends and becoming social;
you can be an atheist or an ungodly person:
you all deserve an assuring look of compassion,
to give up your attitude of indifference,
believing in yourself and forgetting every fault...
Nefarious faces of rapists and assassins, you assail
blameless and innocent people without mercy,
and in their hurt and blood you express your atrocity;
Cain acted out of jealousy, you act out of madness
by vindicating an amatory act and a deprivation of wealth
that were never granted by an insensitive society...
Come and drink of the water of holiness,
to purify your atrocious minds and your sinful souls:
turn to the Lord Jesus who forgives anyone
who's willing to repent, and be born again;
salvation is closer than you ever thought,
it cleanses your impure hearts with merciful love...
Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci
Beyond a small stream’s margin lay we two
beneath a giant oak which spread sweet shade.
We barely knew what next we ought to do
there, pleasure-sated from the love we’d made
within deep foilage like a carpet lush.
The grass, which from the bank seemed to unroll
with wealth of buttercups and trim of brush
continued past us, up a gentle knoll.
Wrapped in one another’s arms, we pondered
how the rill, once sprightly, now seemed subdued,
and how it once had rippled as it wandered
toward this sheltered spot of solitude.
Our brook, which kissed each boulder on its way,
in vacant time – with us – now sparkling lay.
(a haiku and a monoku formed from using the bolded words in this sonnet)
grass seemed to unroll
beyond a small stream’s margin . . .
wealth of buttercups
our sprightly brook - which had kissed each boulder on its way - now sparklng lay
Whenever I close my eyes, I am into a different world,
Where I could feel the nature’s fragrance, echoes of the sea,
Where I could see how a new body is transformed from a mould.
I could now feel that the earth is revolving,
Heat from the sun is so much mesmerizing.
It’s such an unselfish world free from hatred,
It’s the real world that the creator has made.
Where we live, is a mirage,
I don’t know from where I started my life and where I was.
God has taught us no other language instead of love,
There is no life and no death,
No health and no wealth.
We all are the puppets of our makers,
Some fight for good and some are traitors.
There is no heaven or hell above,
We have been given the job to complete,
And once it is done,
Our body will undergo fission, get mixed with the holy figure with greet.
Form:
Humanity has always had its haves and have-nots.
Before it was more about status and power
Wealth and position.
Today it is who has the desire to self-determine
Build their own home, raise their own family,
And who wants someone else to do it for them.
So we have two piles of society;
Those who are productive and who make,
And those who are parasitic and just take.
Both piles are growing, because both
Have their rewards,
But it’s still the makers who provide for the takers.
And what keeps that balance in place
Is the fear of what destruction the takers
Will make if they get cut off
From the hand that feeds them.
It’s a precarious balance of hope and fear,
But ultimately unsustainable.
There is no solution until the takers become
Self-sufficient and determined makers themselves.
But that will take a reckoning
Which society is not yet willing to make.
(9/24/26)
caste is gone past
now is the modern age
wrinkled and torn all
theories of old page
all are of same God
no one has higher caste
due duties are to perform
if not does not last
class is important present
minister is more than master
mechanic is not engineer
runner can run faster
education and wisdom main
along wealth there's name
new version continues
high caste rests in fame
Note:- After reading about casteism i have realized that casteism is a way which differentiated the same people in different social positions for which domination of upper caste people continued over lower caste people to have more preference in the same society even without having human and social qualities. Now a days the importance of casteism is going to be obsolete where social position has occupied the place of importance.