I feel disconnected getting mixed up and into quarrels.
I miss my girls.
I feel like I’m going out of my mind it’s outta this world.
I feel disconnected.
Everything within and around me is turning 360 testing.
trying to keep my head held high while keeping it down.
I’m disconnected yeah without a doubt.
Nature’s silent rhythm carries us
From the mean merchant’s mind
And the foul polluted air of the city
To a deep hidden valley of beauty
Cut into the earth’s crust
Into a veiled valley of virtue
Of invisible world spirits.
Where souls are re-planted
In the open cut of this wound
And growth again is divinely granted
In the moist and light filled sacred ground
stillness and silence
hallmark of dark winter days ~
renewal begins
The trees absorb autumn’s color explosion,
paint the leaves with crimson and gold patina,
know the ballet of hues doesn’t last,
gets lost in the haze of winter air.
The gilded leaves leave the bare boughs
of the stripped deciduous trees,
dancing to the swan song of winter,
know revival is disguised in decay.
Spring returns with stimulation of resurgence,
new lustrous leaves sprout in tawny trees,
gloomy garden flourishes with flaming flowers.
The blizzard of discontent blows,
my wrecked heart turns into a defoliated tree.
The sunburst days fade out fast,
the twilight sky falls with depressing dusk.
I don’t forget that the sun sinks
to rise again with resurrected radiance.
I wait for the heavenly hues
to suffuse me with sanguinity,
inspiring the Phoenix concealed within
to rise from the dust of distress
in the divine dawn of regeneration.
I was awed by the noise..As breath indrawn.? Of mighty
Giants in unseen form..' immediatly after grew the
Vivid lemon walls..towering ramparts a firestorm! fissures
Of red, glints of blue..With a marching noise a crecendo
That grew..Then the road before us began to move as
All types of creatures; as if in a torrent flew.' Snakes and goannas rats and mice, wallabys you name it? All in a trice! no
Animal lingered! or fought with another' they were escaping
From the powerfull flames that smotherd..The octane roar drowned
Your senses alright..!! Sugar cane fields ablaze at night.!!
I'll always remember the workers nearby with machtes at their
Smoko's and that lurid sky.'
Wild life some guard with their last drop of blood,
Save God should want to waste it with fierce flood:
I have in mind white men, sometimes, funny,
Quick to buy strange theatre with money…
Arrest and imprisonment for poachers.
They would no longer sell to keen butchers;
Hard labor behind bars as teacher;
When one is out Criticizing Preacher…
Earth’s Richest Wild Life: Madagascar!
Black wounds inflicted on her White Man’s Scar,
White worries over wild life Extinction,
Quite happy to, here, make a distinction…
His posture lesson-rich revelation:
One does not risk vague regeneration.
Sure, he is watching Nigeria’s Game Reserve
And could fight for what their members deserve:
Neatly, his clamors for Animal Rights
Killers’ daily intrusions mandate flights!
Yet, the wildlife whites like, to some a knife:
A giraffe at noon enjoying tall life
Before dark losing it to lion’s strife:
A pride of them killing both him and wife!
"Regeneration 7"
The stories
like leaves
flew fast from
the Tree of Life
on each leaf
seeds dispersed
like memories
detaching, attaching
to others’ stories
breathing empathy
to walking dreams
the frisson shined
to still life
new life,
arrived;
regeneration
7
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
My matriarchal genetic line
of narrative
not quite sublime
resonantly erupts
regeneratively abrupt
Loves repeating
robustly carnal wisdom's long
drawn out song
Continuously unabated
with unconditional
transgenerational regard
something emerging more positively
than simply not not hated
Unlike our discontinuous patriarchal lines
drawn win/lose competitively
dominating lies
across sandy soils, now quaking
under shaking stubborn feet
awaking.
Where Mom will wake
each morn to greet
this life feels glad
to peacefully repeat
While Dad will scowl,
invoke defeat
his love was lost
in-dust-trials
of empty sad
manufactured repeat.
Monotonously monotheistic
monopolizing maniacal statistics
monoculturally atheistic
monochromatically dominating
anthro-supremely
down with EarthRights
hedonistic.
Eagles fly
Minds soar
While Eagle flies
soaring off ahead
echoing upriver cries
to where s/he became
back before
Egged on
Eagles fly
Fertile minds soar...
Where Earth's international diplomats
might hope for multiculturally appropriate
justice
Radical theologians aspire
to restore sacred EarthGreen Peace
And EarthBeauty mystics,
whose reclusive nature is not not spiritual
indigenously serene
and spacious mystics
nondualistic
nonviolent
non-zero-sum ecological economists
Actively hope
the rest of us unenlightened
and disempowered victims
of degenerative stressful traumas
find some cooperatively co-invested
serenity
In our sacred EarthTribal
co-empathic
co-arising justice
co-passioning peace restoring
peak experience
long-term multi-regenerational memories
of preferably bilateral
synergetic
co-neurosystemic
passionately peaking
co-identity
Right here at home
in family
and local ecopolitical community
Where Earth's multicultural diplomats
might hope for democratic healthy wealth
restoring integrally cooperative justice.
autumn leaves grounded
revealing tree skeletons -
nature recycles
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8 Nov 2020
(checked with poetry soup syllable counter)
3rd Place in Any NEW Nature Inspired Haiku Sponsored by: Tania Kitchin
I live each breath
each day
each month
each season
each year
each stage of lifespan
each life and death cycle
of passionate memory,
between eternal consciousness
and timeless change.
Breathing in non-zero sum
and exhaling zero-sum
and vice versa spatial Time
Who knows significant differences
in such profound zero balancing,
similarities of emptiness
and fullness,
symmetries,
centers,
sources?
Earth's ecofeminist life span
and Ego's left-hemisphere
mutually reflect dynamic changing passions,
timeless theological play,
passion's eternal re-creative work,
eternal wisdom
as of timeless personal knowledge,
polypaths of correlating wonder
wandering in polyphonic
eternal octaved awe.
I need not become capable
of defining regenerative breath
and spirit of dynamic time
to already be bilateral refiner
of Spirit's renatured fractal Source.
Which came first?
An individual ego-centered identity,
or Earth's self-governing ecosystemic awareness?
Is like asking
Which came first?
Egg
or chicken?
Each lies potentially co-arising
within the other,
chicken DNA programming
within the eggshell,
and egg-producing capacity
within the chicken
and not her rooster.
We could have no inside ego centering awareness
without Earth's ecosystemic resonant health
as resiliently wealthy
herstorically reproducing
history and herstory,
egocenters born win/win co-attached
with healthy EarthMothers
reproducing eggs
for individuating egos.
So,
when correct identity politics
is not also relationally interdependent
co-empowering economics,
then that would be
unsafe
unhealthy
supremacist
incorrect
undemocratic
negative elitist politics
Over-investing in today's wealthy chickens
by under-investing in tomorrow's healthy eggs.
Fertilization
Impression
Suppression
Repression
Depression
Sublimation
Illumination
Transformation
Celebration
Immolation
Hesitation
Fertilization...
Drivel and dribble lives sometimes derange
Pain and strain at times swim within range
No reason in any season life to imprison
No matter the dose, cause and pause of treason.
Drivel and drizzle lives sometimes sizzle
Distress and stress at times fizzle
No reason in any season life to seclude
No matter the strength and length strains include.
Drivel and dream lives sometimes swim
Disillusion and delusion at times up they team
No reason in any season progress to curtail
No matter how many times detractors and subtractors your life they assail.
Drivel and drift lives sometimes sift
Discouragement and deferment at times rift
No reason in any season life to sacrifice
No matter the level you pay as a prayer price.
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