'Tis another sunrise, bright and yellow.
Yet the world that holds me feels so hollow.
My ev'ry breath is but an empty cask.
Yet ev'ry step I take bears a full flask.
Ev'ry thought that I hold makes the ground quake.
Ev'ry conviction makes the wide sky break.
The path I chose remained a cracked tankard.
Yet my journey is a brimming tankard.
All certainty dissolved, and naught remains.
Each thought gives birth to thought in endless chains.
My life is but a bottle with no hole.
I am the sot who wholly lacks control.
Who am I now to stay here, bound in doubt?
To drink, to think—and still to go without?
No compromise
No separation
Not two
Radical preface
To a miracle..
RADICAL ENVIRONMENTS-:-
perfectly
awake
entering
remote
worlds
to ENTERTAIN NOTIONS
explaining
sensitively
illustrated
brooding
melancholy
&to COME TO TERMS
distracted
distressed
depths
within
simplicity
I am grateful for radical hope…
Like the kind if have as our nation
faces a cultural devastation…
It involves believing in a future
that is loving and kind and good
even if at this time…it’s a future
that can’t be fully understood
Law and Order, a radical notion
suggested by Nixon ~
Trump put it in motion
Forget the cautionary calls for restraint —
this world doesn’t need saviors.
It wants hands that claw at the roots,
Sick fangs that grind old ideas to dust.
Ideas aren’t soft; they’re detonators,
charged and ready to shatter the silence.
You don’t repair a broken machine
by merely shining its rust.
The absence of thinking is a pandemic—
eradicate it like a disease.
Smash apathy with a hammer.
What we create afterward
is in our hands.
America gets fooled at the ballot box
Bucky Fuller shined a light out of duopoly’s might
Can America get unstuck,see the light ?
Do vote for what you Want,this will seal the deal
Every vote counts,if it is not same o’ same ‘ o crap
Forego anyone who supports the MIE,that’s the rap
Go for a party that can advance some utopian ideal
Help the Earth become a beautiful place to live,
Insure everyone in your ‘hood is taken care of,
Jill Stein’s manifesto -a breath of fresh air,
Know her manifesto with an open mind- if you dare,
Love everyone with a flaming heart,
Mankind is your kin for the most part.
No more thinking third parties are spoiler votes,
Only you can bring the change,
People have to stop drinking the duopoly’s cool aid,
Question everything.
Read Radical Mycology by Peter Maccoy,
Such an eye opening book you will enjoy.
Thevenusproject.com shows the future,
Utopia or Oblivion by Fuller,shows the facts of life,
Verily look at book for future direction,
Why would you want anything less than perfection?
Xenophobia in our brave new world has no part.
You can be a trail blazer-shine your light.
Zion,not Isreal,paradise on Earth will reign suprem
Waterfall chandeliers flood me
as they sparkle delicately;
Watercolor waves shine brightly
upending my debauchery;
Fanciful lets these tears fall free
they unleash all of my fury;
Graffiti of lights on the wall
facets enthrall but glow low key;
Rhyme and riddle to unravel,
the answer lies in the dazzle;
The poise of so polished a yell,
moody flow rings just like a bell;
Top tier can be hard to handle,
I sure as hell am no damsel;
Blink you’ll miss the kaleidoscope,
branding my slope so radical.
sometimes i wish i was a kid
so i wouldn’t get upset
over the ones who hurt the needy
so i could think and then forget
i wish i wasn’t always angry
the rage is burning in me bright
wish it would go deeper within me
and dim when i’m alone at night
sometimes i wish this passion in me
would die and i could be so free
if i could leave my mind behind
if i could run, if i could flee
i wish i was a little kid
to take all of my cares and drop
but instead, i live this life
i think, and think, and never stop
One picture appears to be ovaries.
said our rosaries
please protect our ovaries
here and overseas
on sabbatical
that had become tactical
being radical
investigated
then we had contemplated
interrogated
seemed stimulated
proving prevaricated
so poorly stated
had tolerated
was never educated
eradicated
while an allusion
would have caused much confusion
disturbed by delusion
THE RADICAL TREATMENT
You who believe in the effectiveness of treatment,
You who are part of the happy tribe,
Keep me informed of progress.
'Cause what I see are days in a row,
falling off the calendar
Like bodies in an abyss.
In the new season of disasters,
Televisions only report laughter.
Yeah, don't be fooled:
Life insists on eliminating the bad smell of time
Distributing fake flowers in every way.
My New Year’s resolution
is one I cannot break
A common sense solution -
this year I won’t partake!
Christmas Chastushka - Rules Revised Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
12/17/20
R-ighteous
I-dea
C-reates
H-armony
A-s
R-emarkable
D-ivine
V-erse
E-ncourages
R-eader
G-iving
A-wesome
R-adical
A-dvice
Topic: Birthday of Richard Q. Vergara (June 20)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
I asked Solomon if he knows
Any new tricks the system has planned for us,
but he told me that-
"behind the scenes these closed doors,
closest's full of skeletons and lads tapping:
straight paths and chest cases hidden:
booby-traps, too opening-roofs concealers
By glass tops all the way the top;
Massive crews dressed in black and blue-
waking up from head knocks to tales"
Journeys so we tell stories...
The Sun and moon,
Gold crowns and silver tiaras
Man and woman: To kings and queens,
Higher power and the sky full of thunder
Stormy weather for beginners;
High mountains for winners:
Boys and girls playing swings and slides,
The world of grades and higher states,
Status for those cues...
Straight line for those goals...!
Long roads and tunnels,
Coupes and trucks:
carrying loads Of hard-work,
deep slumber to hard-knocks,
headlock to arm strong...
Kneel, kneel, kneel for the world-
Your Highness: your dreams,
A weird tale, odd story since I have beaten the odds.
What's the probability of prosperity?...
Does the world define your fate or
do you create your own destiny?...
I shall ask Solomon.
Write have you the Spirit,
Mend have you the thread.
Reach what aches to hear it, and
Fear no unmade bread.
A culture is a chimney
that smokes a sordid soul.
Bleached and soaked,
cut and battered to hovel off
the edges knoll,
but Time past and Time future
say Eliot, are night alone;
are only so far a phantom
as no light inside ones home.
You are light inside a fortress,
a candle in a flame.
A bud amoungst a forest,
a bee amidst a hive.
Your sting is sharp and fatal,
more deadly than the rest.
Your meals are more than honey;
than canopy blessed.
Your Spirit is a tempest
that has no fear of flight; and
the dawn knows no horizon
burning red this endless night.
This Time it is a phantom.
The lights have left the home,
but still,
we are bees and flowers,
and honey.
and light.
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