Do you exist just to survive
or would you like to make decisions
to help your body thrive
Five years of endurance from the age of ten
nightly menu of mashed potato, cold roast meat
no greens no fruit,nothing else, if you didn't like the food it was hunger
There was not another thing to eat
Daily morning breakfast, nutritionally no better
a bowl of corn flakes and a cup of tea
Consumed in a household of two smokers
good health could never hope to be
Many coughs, colds, tired
and aching in the ears
Life a daily challenge
full of many fears
Boils upon the legs the head
often near the nose
Fatigue, fall asleep in class
a life of daily woes
Adversity has a purpose
it makes us stronger or we fall
Decisions to be made
when our backs are to the wall
And the decision that was made fifty years ago
turned his life around
Modified his eating patterns
the old days had now run aground
In his house there are no smokers
a large variety of orqanic greens, nuts and fruits
His exceptional state of well being reflects
the selection of his culinary pursuits
Tiz; What makes me happy
Tiz Tiz Tiz One's Tiz True
Laughing - Out - Loud & a Smile
Tiz - Great Poetry tallent will do...
family & friends gathering awhile tiz
playing with all toys life has to offer tiz
watching a majestic sunrise or sunset...
more colorful than a rainbow tiz
my doctor explaining how healthy I am...
instead of how close I came, tiz
a nurse what cares for me, tiz
when I did become lame, tiz
understanding, whom I should vote for...
when our media is trying to influence...
me more an more tiz
to assume I was ignorance, tiz
nutritionally balanced home made foods, tiz
my mom once prepared then served,...
hot, are you getting all this dude...
my list is endless as, I get up my nerve - tiz
continue >>>> Tiz Tiz Tiz One's Tiz True
reading good books, our Bible too...
a variety of music genres tiz also...
sports, sailing, flying low ya know 'WA WHO'...
all talented folks like 'you' make me happy...
Thank you so much too
Sandwich
We are meat
We are cheese
We are trapped inbetween
Undesirable carbs
Of dementia and teen
We want to be tasty
Be nutritionally good
But I'd revise this recipe
If I thought that we could
A drizzle more patience
Add some grace, just a dash
Lavishly labour with love
Quite a splash
When it's all finished
And the recipe's done
We'll be pausing desserts
For some restoration
Jinjagoliath
1st April 2023
Thunderous, roaring, booming, deafening
A hit so good got 'em begging
Begging for more, just pulling 'em in with magnetism
Hitting so LOUD causing astigmatism
Now, vision for the future is disrupted and obstructed
Drifting away from the blueprints of the ancestors that still have not been constructed
Cacophonous, blasting, ringing, piercing
A hit so good got 'em fading
Fading to an indolent and shiftless place
Far away from peace to shame and disgrace
Now sloth and aimlessness fill the day
No aim, no energy, 'cause LOUD got 'em quietly fading away
Yep! LOUD got 'em munchin' and cravin' a snack
Nutritionally destitute, wholesome sustenance they lack
LOUD getting louder; now they're really quiet
Indoors asleep when they should beout in a riot
LOUD just sippin' and sappin' that drive
Giving 'em allusions of feeling good and being alive
A political sedative, to say the least
LOUD has gotten louder while slowly silencing the beast
When I drink of the water
Do I swallow, do I swallow
When I rant and rave and screaming holler
Is it because you're muted and deaf
And when you have no life left, none left
And you're at rest does it mean you're dead
Because you have no breath, not breathing no breath
Subsided divisions intrusions religions
What does it matter why doesn't matter?
You can't see happiness it's only a bliss
You can't feel Joy because it's so coil
You can't resist because you can't feel it
When I drink of the water now I do swallow
When I eat of the matter it matters
Nutritionally physically and spiritually
I come to eat the manna cake
The one that God Himself did make
4/7/22
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2022
Whomever you’ve detained
You’ve retained,
Whatever you’ve maintained
Equally sustained,
The feeling you repressed
You also suppressed;
The person you depressed
You haven’t at all impressed.
One is with another already in battle
When brought into play one’s mettle;
There will still be new protesting “moos” to settle,
When you’ve started grazing long unfed cattle.
Any time your lips make a plosive
You’ve acted like an explosive;
Your siblings you fend
You nutritionally defend;
Whenever you’ve started one praising
You are a morale raising
And some self doubts erasing;
Not just words phrasing.
And when you rant
Your desire near their grant
Just as when your tiredness you pant
People now know you “can’t”
What changes for you
when God
becomes a synonym for warm
and living
regenerative Earth?
What changes for you
if God the Son
becomes God the SunLight
and Goddess MoonLight
of seasons
creating robust
resonant
resilient
rich nutritionally complex reasons?
What changes for you
as the HolySpirit
becomes our multigenerational egosystems
composing
re-creating
reweaving
a global cooperative EcoSystem
holonic
integral
multicultural
synergetic
intersectionally connected
multi-paradigmatic
polypathic metaphonic?
If you are a polytheistic Buddhist
or Taoist Ecologist,
perhaps you are already Left with Right
bicamerally
bilaterally
binomially compassionately wired this way.
But, if you are western
left hemisphere
male dominant
nonbinary-prejudiced
and/or privileged capitalist
patriarchal
trinitarian violently revolutionary,
not so much ecofeminist spiraling restorative evolutionary,
then you might notice a win/win change,
more freedom,
less win/lose fear
anger
anxiety about alien Other's hate speech,
DemonicOther's over-investment in extracting health resources
from and of and for
with and in and on
wealthy Sacred Earth.
It was just impossible for me to make a protest
No, no, I did not protest, no, I didn't! When
my seven-year-old daughter came and told me
she rushed to me, yearns in heartbreak
full of her expects as she knows that
her father cannot bear such a thing;
protesting, so.
Anxiously said, daddy, look at, look at these little kids
deployed and carrying the loads of waste articles
ringing veils; in poetry, I forced to look after their deeds
kids from three years to six years
Nutritionally deficient,
What a tragedy! They are pulling these in a lot of pain
and giving their dad and
their father is loading them into a rickshaw van.
The stream flowed with two eyes but
I did not protest
No, I didn't.
Rather I told her that they would sell them and get some money
with that penny will get something to eat;
I don't know my loving lit
what she thought and
leave
it.
Have you forever come and gone
turning on your identity trail
to face a wall of YangFlame
dissonance?
Standing
and sitting
and sleeping
and Yang/Yin in-between
insideEgo and outsideEco known
inside as outgrowing
since ZeroZone Win secular seed
Won SacredBeginning
of bilateral BigBang Yang
recovering from LoseLose Zero
YinYin BiLateral Zone Time
This double-binding flame wall
aptic ashes in-between firestorms
your Ego identity loves WinComely
and sacred EcoBeLoved
of in-between Others
winning EarthTribe positivenergy,
AnimaMundi
Holy MatriarchalSpirit.
This dueling secularLeft-sacredRight wall
of co-redemptive Fire
between myself
and our ecojoy,
EarthTribe therapeutic shafts
of flame
restoring justice sunlight days
and peaceful starlit nights,
deducting DNA supremacy
as inducting RNA flowstreams,
nutritionally green
echoing off mineralized crystal rocks
harmonic revolving windfunnels
resonant thunderstorms of revolution
polypathic songs
of ringing newborn singing childhood
Imagining square dancers
of and for seasons
with lovely healthy reasons--
permaculturing operas.
How would I describe
my spiritual commute to a place of optimally healthy enterprise?
Am I more of a monoculturing mind
for commodifying my Business,
sometimes BadNews for more vulnerable competitors?
I hope my monochromatic elitism
gives way
to active hope
and faith
and love
for polycultural creolizing outcomes
of WinWin plays and games,
reforesting external EarthNature,
while reweaving internal EarthSpirit.
Matriotic Revolutions reweaving my nutritionally organic mind
for restoring healthy souls,
wombs,
systems,
networks,
re-creating extended organic family bodies,
democratically inclusive
liberating-conservational living dipolar constitutions,
therapeutically cooperative educational systems
for optimizing health care, nutrition, energy, life
polypathically dancing
within polyphonic democratic empowerment circles,
singing ringing love anthems
of democratic Energy
yet emerging healthier climates
for All EarthSouls.
We believe in truths we empathically
ecopolitically
humanely
nutritionally trust.
We grow therapeutic faith in empathic trusts
too peacefully pregnantly beautiful
to not become true, one day,
this day, if at all possible.
We actively distrust those competing beliefs
with cognitive v intuitive dissonant dissociation powers
we multiculturally love to monoculturally fear.
We can not not believe in/with ecological truths
of/for
deeply etched resonant trusts.
If we assume OrganicLivingEarth, including SacredLovingAnthros,
is biosystemically fully invested in cooperatively healthy
pronoia winEarth/winAnthro climate systems
and disinvesting away from dissonant
and destabilizing trauma terror triggering toxins,
what each of us believes and disbelieves in
becomes more a question
of what and whom we ecopolitically/ecologically believe and disbelieve
co-empathically and co-redemptively with.
Summer soared,
"We love the Beloved,
so sacred is our Love-identity,
my Win-Win regenerating strategy."
Winter sneered
"I hate the Hated
so severe is my Hate-identity,
my Lose-Lose decomposing strategy."
Spring responded,
"I will fear/courage the Feared/Courageous,
so CourageFull/FearEmptying is my Fear/Courage-identity,
my nutrient balancing
producing/consuming economy."
Fall harvested,
"I continue angry/happy about this Bad/Glad Past,
so GraceFull/BadSadPurging is my Angry/Happy-identity,
my sometimes toxic falling,
sometimes nutritionally co-arising,
rich reproduction strategy."
Full/New Moon concluded,
"We polyparadigm our expanding polycultures,
so PolyCultures softly speak
anthro-pathic listening co-identities."
Eco/Ego-Language logosed,
"We paradigm our bicultural development,
so culture carries our Yin/Yang
integral Winter EarthMother
strong Summer SunFather
Yin/Yang
wu-wei revolution."
Yes, it's all about love,
and a highly proactive form of peace,
about both what's fair,
and what's also kind,
both long-term,
and right now.
It's all about vocation,
and paying the bills,
and enjoying life as production
as well as healthy nutritional consumption.
Most certainly all of those things.
But, organic farmers and permaculture designers,
master gardeners and cooperative developers,
ministers and healers and therapists of all types,
from physical through mental through systemic information network designers,
might use some different language
to define this love and active peace with justice, fairness, kindness,
well-being optimization.
A metasystemically therapeutic,
synergizing,
energizing,
dialectically emergent therapy
enriching,
nutritionally optimizing individual,
couple,
family,
and/or EarthTribe,
grows economic mutually mentoring redeemers,
human natural ecologist cooperatives;
a perma/polycultural balancing
harmonic Beloved Community.
Thought to first originate in Peru,
It’s a true tomato fact,
oval or round, and juicy too
from beefsteak to compact.
Tomato! be you red or green,
nutritionally you are boss,
whether topping a salad like a queen
or at the heart of pasta sauce.
Without you, ketchup would be taboo,
saucy salsa you wouldn’t see
marinara, we’d have to do without,
you’re the soul of the BLT.
Cousin to the eggplant,
you grow on vines above,
in France they honor you by name,
known as the “apple of love”,
So Hooray for you sweet,seedy fruit
let us all stop and pause,
to honor the rich ripe goodness you bring
with a hearty round of applause!
Looking for the formal definition, structure, and history of this poetry form? Visit the Poetry Dictionary entry below. Then return to explore how PoetrySoup members bring the form to life through their own poems.