Long Wellbeing Poems
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Mother Trees
will subdue deforesting Earth.
International Green Parties
will conjoin Democratic Organisms,
not so much Machines,
to re-invite WinWin ReBorn RePublics
of and for CommonGround bicameral healthy-wealth,
short- through long-term
wellbeing outcomes.
Those with LeftBrain EitherWin/OrLose challenges
link up karaoke machines and podcasts
to sing and dance new cooperative green anthem
rounds enabling outdoor ecoschool four seasons
in 4D spacetime RealTime
deep learning how to sustain ecovillage nutrition centers
with resilient multicultural abilities
for nurturing water-womb oceanic habitats
and intercontinental wealthy souls.
Organic cafes
build self-entertainment cooperatives
for ballroom and square dancing,
jazz and comedy improv,
blues and soul,
gospel and GodSpell
praising Gaia's gentler green reminders
to take our anthro-centered WinLose hubris
down an EitherUs/OrThem notch,
or even Lose/Lose depressing dualistic two,
away from most self-declared SuperElite
competitive false anthro-wealth
codependent hoarding of fake-health fatalities
between us.
Earth poetry contests,
grow more comparative cooperations
of WinWin polycultural
multicolored ultra-violet hues
and ecofeminist strains,
wonder and awe
transparent greyscaled shades
of double-binding fractal double-negatives
equals positive yang/yin energy
integrating timeless convex/concave octaves
in WinWin water-wombing webs.
William shows his absolute integrity and empathy when he says
“If I had anything tender in me, I shot it dead.
How can I write to you after what I’ve done?
What I’ve seen?”
Sure, he is a deserter, but there is so much more to this man.
He is not only a deserter, he is a husband and a caregiver.
He is a man who feels he has not lived up to his wife’s expectations.
He feels ruined, unworthy of her now.
This quote gave this reader hope, for I know that he cares.
He is concerned about his wife's wellbeing, about what she thinks.
He is humble, and unassuming.
It makes him more handsome and desirable.
I am cheering for him to write to his wife now.
To make friends with someone is
to start a new adventure.
You can find good friends in unlikely places
and when you least expect to.
Friendship is the art of caring
and also of giving freely in return.
There is a sense of wellbeing as
you awake and remember you meet today.
A chance to catch up and share gossip
to connect again with each other.
A good friend is one of the biggest treasures
that one can have and needs nurturing.
I value highly my friends to the extent
that I will drop everything to help them.
Or just to be there as their shoulder
when they need someone to lean on.
Friendship is especially about bad times
knowing your friend will come through for you.
Never underestimate the power of friendship
everything else is just daily details.
You are loved
Loved are you
You are cared for
Cared for are you
The past is the very last
The very last is the past
The present is the very first
The very first is the present
Tomorrow is not now
Now is not tomorrow
All is now
Now is all
In this space you are safe
You are safe in this space
The focus of your attention is your energy's intention
You energy's intention is the focus of your attention
What you feel is what really matters
What really matters is what you feel
Relaxation is the key to set you free
To set you free relaxation is the key
Melt away worries because there is no hurry
Because there is no hurry melt away worries
Let go the stress to give yourself rest
To give yourself rest let go the stress
Surrendering is letting go
Letting go is surrendering
When you surrender it will be soft and tender
It will be soft and tender when you surrender
You give permission by your submission
By your submission you give permission
Let go the pain make pleasure the gain
Make pleasure the gain let go the pain
Sleep well for good
For good sleep well
Deep sleep is the key for wellbeing
For wellbeing the key is deep sleep
You are loved
Loved are you
We all have had worst days and best days,
good and bad days and nights
works and plays.
My own largest part of learning to forgive myself
for bad days
of WholeEarth neglect
and win/lose interpersonal compromises,
for bad historic days
of letting go too easily,
too conveniently
forgiving my unforgiving
and unforgiven
disintegrating apartisanship,
for sins of Othering heritage,
for anthro-
and ego-centric supremacy
Is to celebrate our connecting
and reconnecting
wealthiest viral health
safe return
to humanity's multicultural Home
Silently celebrating my ego's
largest ecosystemic spaciousness,
deepest wisdom,
widest win/win compassion.
As we learn to con-celebrate
universal EarthTribe Health
re-exploring our nondualistic
indigenous
natural/spiritual heritage Wealth,
We embrace integral
holistic
holy
transparent
and vulnerably compassionate communications
Restoring green interior/exterior climate peace
through EarthJustice,
Remerging
regenerative
redemptive co-passion
celebrating my
and our
green eco/theo-logically peaceful
GoldenRule humane/divine identities
WellBeing constellations,
healthy bicameral democratic structures,
harmonic choruses,
fire-circle heated dancers,
multiculturing communion celebrants
cooperatively fore-giving our worst days
becoming our con-celebrated best days
and nights,
works and plays
communion rays
and praise
empowering light.
I thought our love was stronger
than our weakness,
There once was no space
for someone to get between us.
The love we shared
gone in the blink of an eye,
You giving a crap is in short supply.
I knew we had troubles
never considered calling it quits,
I knew that loving you
was as good as it gets.
You viewed it
in a different way,
I was not aware
of the game you play.
I controlled my emotions
and remained cool,
Only to find out
I played the fool.
You were wrapped
around someone new,
My wellbeing
you gave no thought to.
For ten years
we share the same bed,
You killed my heart
and blew my head.
I must have lived
in a grand illusion,
Pardon me
for all the confusion.
I could of never
giving up on you,
You turned my world
FOREVER BLUE.
TURBO1904 2021
For measuring fleeting successes
of punishing policing justice,
we have overly relied on recidivism rates
in response to curiosity about
How to decrease crime.
For enjoying compassion
of restorative
healing justice,
we rely on win/win
empowering with community mediation
to grow deep resonance
hope for unconditional regard
and widely resilient integrity
In response to curiosity about
How to increase health
and safety
and happiness
locally ego-enlightened
and globally ecotherapeutic.
Retributive justice
fails a healthy and safe
wellness society
as it continues to punish
power-over
and excommunicate wounded
win/lose damaged criminals.
Meanwhile
community-based visions
for restoring wellbeing
equity
justice
become increasingly effective
and resilient
as parents
and teachers
and leaders
and preachers
shift our victim protection focus
from CRIMES, violent and/or financial
and/or environmental,
to healing victims of TRAUMA
Personal
and systemic,
political
and economic,
locally suicidal
and nationalistically genocidal
and globally ecocidal,
placing the greatest value on a life
only after final breath.
Ever since mine boyhood
I experienced abhorrence
toward yours truly,
an extremely introverted kid,
whose parents nor siblings
(one younger and older sister) could
not arouse him out of his emotional torpor
akin being on par with
Peter Peter pumpkin eater...
whereby he (meaning
author who wrote this poem)
kept himself isolated, quarantined, and xed out
within self made shell.
Me mum mollycoddled her only son
bathed him in maternal love
omnipotent motherliness
figuratively guillotined
(unwittingly) healthy maturation,
thus development sabotaged
courtesy figurative apron strings.
No matter his filial relationship woeful
(to thee woman who birthed him),
he registered sentimental value
regarding keepsakes bequeathed,
he still keeps cherished mementoes
redolent when she lived.
Call him a mama's happy go lucky boy
whose later ambivalent feelings
tarnished, undermined and vitiated
short lived tender loving care,
which brief vouchsafed cocooned wellbeing
regarding idyllic rapport between parents,
got staind, suppurated, sundered, sullied...
in later years by incrimination
against being gainfully unemployed.
February twenty eighth ninety sixty eight
marked a tectonic seismic shift as moving vans
transported our household freight
to (at that time) R(ural) D(elivery) 2,
Level Road Collegeville, Pennsylvania 19426,
a ramshackle (summer) mansion named Glen Elm
plus whittled down fraction
of original Hundred Acre plus wood.
Relocation with Lower Providence School District,
approximately half dozen mile distance
between former and latter home(s),
nevertheless psyche of mine
property of extremely introverted kid
severely hi-jacked.
My father always by my side,
My father who decided my existence,
My father who ensured my goodness in my life,
My father who ensured wellbeing in my life.
What can I give my father?
He acres just like no one else,
Where I need rescue
He becomes a lion
When I need happiness,
He becomes as playful as a puppy
Is there anything that can reward a father,
Is there anything that deserves his love?
Is there anything that worth to be given to him
Think of cars, houses and other riches
Still they can’t reach his pay
But I got a payment to him,
I know what he deserves
Give him success in education,
Give him success in your life,
And he will be happy.
But above all pray for him.
When he tells you he doesn't want you,
Instantly get it that he wants someone else,
Better than he ever wanted you! And so,
Pack your bags, your feelings and emotions,
And run!
Run as fast as an ostrich,to as far as the ends of the world;
Pray,never to set eyes on him,
To be reminded of the pain he once caused,
How,your love was taken for granted-
Your sincerity for neediness!
Temptations come in life, for we are bound to face them,
Remember,we are daughters of Eve, conceived and borne in sin;
As a lion fights to defend it's territory,
Brawl with all you have; strength and weaknesses,
Do you even know that beneath your weakness is magical power?
Fight tooth and nail,to bury anything you ever called love,
For all he ever deserved wasn't your love,
But rather,
Rejection and torture, vengeance and sorrow;
Was he ever worth your innocent smile?
A predator he was! His prey, you were!
A pery,whose remains he didn't care about enough to respect,
But dumped them to the face of the earth,to rot,
If lucky, to be finished up by vultures!
Dear sister,
He means each and every letter in the statement;
"I don't want you anymore! I don't love you!"
Why, would you even care about his wellbeing,
His safety or joy or peace?
Do such people deserve it?
Anyway, I know how you feel,
I once was like you,but,let go lest you become the devil's servant forever!