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I hope I would
find a difference
between cooperative masturbation
and making passionate love
if I could
I wonder if I should
recognize ego's fulfillment
as more leftbrain secularized
and the other
as Old Green EcoSchool sacred
and red-blooded.
I hope a brief career
as a prostitute
was brief because I could not produce
a sultry fascinated look
for commercial leftbrain purposes.
I would not
because I could not
and perhaps it is not a flaw
in character
that the issue of should not
never co-arose.
I also wonder about my brief career
as a model.
I could not produce
the gift of an impassioned smile
for commercial purposes,
or at least not a smile
photographers found resonant,
nor sufficiently resilient
for longer term consumption.
Again, I would not
because I could not
force what my rightbrain felt
should co-arisingly
responsively flow from wealth
of safe and co-relational health,
secular and sacred.
I had a not brief enough career
as a commercial writer
for human development,
childhood
and young adult
and cooperative community development
agencies
for more warm than polite
politically empowering agency.
I could not fail to notice
how commercial professional fundraisers,
also known as competitive Executive Directors,
could not resonantly replace original founders
whose hearts co-empathically arose
with compassion to serve
and live in personal
and familial,
even tribal and global, solidarity
with all poor in spirit
disenfranchised from Earth's sacred nature.
I retired
when I could not fail to notice
I was a white male privileged
commercial writer
for a straight white privileged
corporate culture
no longer even dreaming
of non-commercial solidarity
with those we were white privileged
to serve with increasingly secularized
mediocrity
of indentured servants
rather than rightbrain co-empathically committed
to robustly co-relational
co-passionate
cooperative attachments
Within EarthTribe's unprostituted
organically whole
yet spiritually open
co-empowering relationships.
I wonder if I would
find a difference
between codependent political masturbation,
between Trumpian self-serving administration,
and founding democratic Fathers
making passionate non-commercial love
multicultural compassion
if I could
and should.
Whys and Hows
by Odin Roark
Through the window of rain spattered glass,
The old vet watched the large ant cling to the precipitous bombardment,
It’s tenacity of will overwhelming to the man’s eyes.
Why fight so diligently?
Why not let go?
You know how to land,
Endure your journey,
Continue the unceasing perpetuation of your species.
Obviously, the little creature understood something
Beyond the scope of the aging man’s comprehension,
Or perhaps the small creature just instinctively trusted mortality,
Had a clear and uncomplicated ‘why’ of life
Allowing any ‘how’ to just…be.
Slowly nurturing his espresso,
The elderly Marine continued staring,
Determined to arrive at an answer.
His mind wandered back to his youth
Where the meaning of life was taken for granted,
Where the indomitable mindset
Was the norm for any red-blooded young adult,
Especially one about to join in a war.
He asked himself if he had ever challenged a force that might destroy him?
Had he even once just allowed the many ‘why go on’ experiences of his life
To give him pause, like the loss of a limb…or two,
Or if the toll of war broke up his marriage-in-waiting relationship,
And especially the loss of a buddy to death?
Had he allowed any one of the life-threatening events to reveal itself
As a ‘how’ answer to ‘why’?
He sipped the last of his coffee,
Smiled at the ant,
Tapped the window
And saluted the small epiphany,
Who now seemed to weigh its options,
Then calmly walk through the rolling boulders of rain…
Maybe to find another ‘how?' the once fearless warrior questioned.
He held his gaze and tried to figure out
How the ant seemed so comfortable
Climbing up the pane of cascading rain,
Rather than just riding out the downward flow.
Hmm.
Chetta Achara wrote a blog about Mount St. Helens. The volcano erupted in May 1980 and Chetta was a witness. I hope you read her blog. It inspired my poem. I saw ash on the highway 6 months later.
My husband and I were still newlyweds. He was 20 and I was 19. I was stationed on a Navy base in Northern California.
MSH-I Can Never Retrace
Mount St. Helens, I can never retrace;
I can never see the beauty of her face;
collapsed before I rode alongside her ashes.
I will never see her rage, her forty lashes.
Seemed less likely to blow, like child, younger.
We never would have thought to upset her,
but she laughed as she cried earth-red tears,
steering the unaware into her path, their fears,
for a red line was drawn, and the curious
tread upon her boundaries while she fumed, furious.
Scientists would make one believe, she’s on the level,
but they found her a liar, and a murderer; the devil.
I saw her remains upon the road to Phil’s home.
Like the buffalo upon the plains, her ashes roam.
I didn’t think to collect it as a historical specimen.
As a young adult there was no tiktoc sentiment.
Still, I never forget the antipathetic highway,
not of dreams but an awesome sight underway.
When I was in my early days, I was still learning
that there are parts of the world that are burning.
Now I know…I know too much.
Some things are best not to touch.
The brain hurts with too much info.
At any time, there is a fuse that will blow.
Reciting this poetry twice
Listen to good advice
Go back to your roots
Embrace who you are
Appreciate your color
Accept all that you are
Research your history
Discover what you are
Learn each day to adore and love who you are
Develop into a better and educated young adult
Hold unto your morals
Stay devoted and ever so loyal
Try to be optimistic
Pursue a life like a royal
Hold unto your dream
Live life to your fullest
Dont be misguided or blinded
In all that you do stay positive and strong
Dont let people who do you wrong
Talk and pull you down
Being black doesn't mean you should wear a mask or a frown
It only means that you were created black
Mighty and strong so get rid of that frown
Time to avoid those who are cruel and disloyal
There were never your brother , sister or loyal
Try to make mends for all those wrong bends
Stay away from fake friends
Whose intentions are to bring your end
Their mission is not to defend
But to plot againts your end.
homecoming
I was back in my village
had a plastic bag in my hand
looking for a bin to throw the bag away
in the house I once lived
An officious-looking young adult
I knew when he was a boy
told me I couldn't leave the bag there
I walked past a group of women
they saw me and whispered
since no one called my name, I walked on
at the old part of the village
I saw a café that looked like a living room
I asked for a glass of wine
A pleasant-looking old lady brought
a bottle, she called young wine
bottled a few days ago
The wine was wonderful
Sit here as long as you want
I have to leave
It's a good thing I still had the plastic bag
I made a mistake was young and stupid
I had no guidance as a young adult
Found myself pregnant thanks to Cupid
felt strangely this woman was in a cult
She invited me to bible study
When I got there I felt unsure
It was in a private home
And everyone seemed overly invested
They wanted to pray over me
They locked arms making a circle
It felt weird but I couldn’t leave
Because the lady was my ride
I was in the center of the circle
They wanted to touch my belly
My feeling was that this could be bad
I started to feel strange
My inner voice told me to go
But trapped by lack of transportation
I decided to go with the flow
Trust that God would keep me safe
When I got home I called my grandmother
Explained the prayer circle and feeling trapped
She said that it sounded like a cult
Urged me to never go back
My inner voice told me
Something was wrong
But I just couldn’t leave
But God kept me all along
For the sake of my baby
quatrozain
The year is nineteen hundred eighty-six,
the biggest action, music, plots play through.
Behold the crowds are raving, buying ticks!
Top Gun, the movie’s here and overdue.
While brave Tom Cruise, the hero, rims the sky,
it’s really only stuntmen on those planes.
And to be sure, a romance follows nigh -
the female fans expect that love will reign.
Parental guidance warns some shoddy talk,
which gives the picture young adult appeal.
The sexy scenes are clean as new white chalk;
a final song provides nostalgic feel.
The mix for Top Gun 2, as yet unknown -
they must incorporate a role for drones.
Reason A. Poteet
09 Oct 2014
iambic pentameter for Giorgio's Contest III
Time Travel
From conception, into birth,
from childhood, into youth,
from youth, into a young adult
is but a short journey on a long pier
A time for learning / A time for doing
Adults usually go on in blind flurry, doing.
Middle age meanders along that – shorter – pier,
looking into the waters, seeing life passing by,
catching glimpses of, reflections gaily dancing,
and reflecting upon the pier walk, thus far
A time to acquire / A time for losses
Wisdom in old age, it becomes a slow and painful walk,
- off what has become - in time’s passing – a short pier –
that has taken all seven – not to heaven – on a long, arduous
journey through rough seas – old age sees the essence of life,
time and space - yet throughout the journey, wonders ?,
what was it ?, what is it ?, that could be, have been his place.
B .J. “A” 2
November 25th 2004
G-rand someone whose old but yet young, leading the youth with wisdom;
R-ossting royal comings to be completely bald, yet teaching the truth never fail;
A-ppraisals and appearances up keep while rallying children get off the streets;
N-ews today and days to sweep, remembering history and history feats;
D-oing most things for others not selfish relentless gathering family reunions;
P-leasing all well almost all else, elder Mother, elder Father, grand...
Almost dying, yet still revealing one's self;
R-epeat turn the other chin cheek, little children, young adult in Ahh! in
shock can't speak!!
E-nter in the rustic dried out golden
N-ever say no to friend or for, always respect your elders;
T-odays the day for being golden and born
Simple said, simply heard senior minded stop the habit of disrespecting the aged;
Close your mouth open your eyes hands and heart if you wanna live long life like them you should
these are the words for the Grandparent HOOD
07/31/14
“I will say of the LORD, He is my refuge and my fortress: my God; in him will I trust.” Psalms 91:2, King James Version
Striving to become better every year
I thank the Almighty for gracious cheer
Upholding me well along divine zest
Knowing my limitations’ frailty pest.
Yes, I have New Year resolution’s list
Which annually takes any turn and twist
Showing carnal weakness of failure blight
As I admit my human nature plight.
Thus, I go on with my faith's prayer wish
That helps me propelled against selfish swish
Doing best, trusting God Who grants wisdom
Along bestowed stewardship freedom.
Still, I’ll continue with my wellness-zeal
Being concerned of weight for good health seal
Lesser sugar, enough water intake
Sufficient rest while mindful to eat cake.
I never will forget to exercise
Sleeping early, so at dawn I arise
Praying to stay strong, vibrantly alright
Blissfully retiring before midnight.
Accepting gray hair, not fretting to age
Taking advantage of young adult stage
May I be resolved to be giving a smile
When mistaken as grandmom for a while.
Of course, I’ll rejoice in the Lord always
As I desire to be glad all my days
And indeed persist to overcome stress
Since I have the Saviour as my fortress.
December 25, 2023
2nd place, "Funny New Years Resolutions for 2024" Poetry Writing Contest Sponsored by Constance La France; judged on 12/31/2023