People talk of the birds and bees
As a placeholder for the broader world
Reproducing in fecundity along with May flowers.
But there’s a deeper reason for the association
And it’s the sight and sound
Of them being relentlessly busy.
We notice them, their flights
And their buzzings and chirpings,
And more importantly we feel those sounds
In our very core,
A vibration that relieves of us stress
Releases endorphins
Makes us whole, and thus holy,
And reminds us
Maybe we too should take the time
To dance and sing, and build our nests
In the rejuvenating comfort
Of spring’s warm embrace.
(5/3/26)
Since humans surfaced from the slime,
our art has always turned on time,
on measurement, and not on rhyme –
so Solon says (I’m with him):
the heart of art is rhythm.
You want to waltz? You need three-four.
And verse that’s truly free’s a bore!
The drumkit forms rock music’s core,
and Rhapsody in Blue has
wrought classical anew (jazz).
Our architecture, uninspired,
was looking – feeling – somewhat tired.
Then Frank Lloyd Wright, completely wired,
transformed it, not for profit
– have you seen his soffits?
The painter had become a monkey,
just reproducing portraits (clunky)
and soulless seascapes. Things got funky:
what stirred the stiff Sargasso?
A samba called Picasso!
Those Western movies grew so dull,
the steers were ready for a cull:
Italians dispelled the lull,
while Hollywood said, smugly,
“no-one wants good, bad, ugly!”
So, whether you sculpt or you sing,
you groove to The Beatles or Bing,
you think Nat or Elvis is King,
it don’t mean a thing
if it ain’t got that swing!
am i alive?
what classifies something as alive?
respiration
i am breathing
but just barely
trying to capture any air i can between sobs
growth
i am growing
it becomes increasingly difficult
recognizing myself in the mirror every day
and believing the next age i'm turning
excretion
i am excreting
i sweat when i do pretty much anything
even though i'm always cold
is there something wrong with me?
or am i just overthinking again?
reproduction
i am not reproducing
i can
but i'm not sure i want to
i wouldn't be a good mom
i'm worried i'd be too much like my own
metabolism
i am metabolizing
i always claimed it to be fast but maybe
it's since it doesn't have much to work with
movement
i am moving
my body does it without me knowing
or being conscious
it just moves
response to stimuli
i am responding
i respond too much
too dramatically
too sensitively
i fit all the criteria
so i guess i am alive
i'm just not living
Mothers are very unique
Never to be traded for anything
The love they give
Comes with no hidden intentions
A love so real and rare
Nurturing and culturing their offspring relentlessly.
Women the womb of earth
Always bestowing blessings on earth
Steadily reproducing
As they conceive
Earth receives another legend or hero.
Happy mother's Day
To all mothers out there
Praying and doing anything
To see their children win or be at the top
The love you give is priceless
Sometimes not reciprocated
But you all never seize your unconditional love
Mothers our alliance from birth until death.
Chiffonade
Basso Continuo Bolero.
The term "procreate"
refers to the act of reproducing,
meaning to have children or
offspring. If you are middle-aged
and wish to procreate, it means
you desire to have children later in life,
which may present some unique
challenges and considerations.
While it's possible to have children
later in life, fertility can naturally
decline, particularly in women,
as they get older.
Here's a more detailed look:
a hoax that owes their existence,
as well as their l
striking blue color
The human intellect itself has
evolved to contribute
to reproductive success.
Countertenor and.Fagotto.
Above-Board;Atwixt
conflicts sorted through
gettin ready for a Baby making
Getting the night ready for you!
It has been years
Since it has been felt
The movement of the universe
An ingredient has been formulated
It has been centuries
Since it has been utilized
The movements of planets
An organ reproducing
The wetness of the ground,
The cracking of the ground
Leaves a rare mark
A sound of it
The cracking of the tombstones
Leaves emptiness in the tombstone
A movement of it
The amusement of it all,
It has been years
Since it has been seen
The movement of the shinning light
An ingredient has been created
It has been centuries
Since it has been shown
The movement of the world
The wetness of the ground
The human heart is an amazing organ
It needs to be treated with the upmost care
It is the one most delicate features
That keeps us alive from birth and death
How could it survive for so many years
It's not magic well some say it is
It's the magic of the human condition
The amazing feat of reproducing itself
In it's own image AMAZING!
The human heart is an amazing organ
Treat it with the upmost care
My spiritual vulnerability
to feel persuaded
and powers to persuade
emerge curiously informed
by Others speaking suggestions
and my own inside power digestions
not yet said out loud,
uproarious
Yet co-arising
from life's multi-generational crowd
EarthDay choir
cyber cloud
singing and dancing every day
for Earth's integral potential,
sacramental organic health
reproducing GREEN capitalized wealth,
fabulously non fatuous
inside
as outside
nuturingly nutritious
above
as below
delightfully delicious
Suggestions that land
sync
resonate
with percussive persuasion,
efficiently efficacious.
Like
"Maybe you need appreciation
for who you are
already?"
non vindictively victorious
Maybe I want
more integrity,
synergy,
positive neurosystemic
organic
healthy
sacred holonic energy?
non glamorously glorious.
Tapping into our neurons
where only brain cells should go
Past dreams mean nothing now
unconscious thoughts just flow
An abstract realm of reason
touchpad signals unbeknown
Fires up, post-human imagination
our intelligence genes regrown
And so it's all written in code
old commandments redrawn
Binary replaces ancient Latin
age of replicants has dawned
Interfaced with artificial reality
and engaged to usb clones
We marry terabyte processors
reproducing ten billion drones
Reprogrammed ancient scriptures
floods overwhelm our homes
Heaven and hell's using robots
I-God now accedes the throne
By
David Kavanagh
A creature no bigger than the size of our finger
Zooms in and out and lingers
Can we comprehend the mechanics of this wonderous creation?
That sets foot on cultivated soil and breeds manifestation
Stealing things from us that we will never get back
Larger than life but tiny enough to attack
An intricate and detailed little vessel
That shoots through the sky like a missile
Can we create this creature from scratch?
Mimicking and reproducing we are definitely no match
To the infinite Creator that says “be” and it is
Who fashions us and molds us we bow down in ultimate devotion
And succumb to the flock notoriously that is amidst
To a creature no bigger than our fist
After Yang's struggle
suffering
seismic seizures
Dawn's Yin's peace
restoration
expansion
without grasping
even life v death
Before Yang's next struggle
suffering
seizure
battling ego's timeless absence
Like Left hemisphere's
embodied dominance,
shadow subject
of objective dreams
Then Right hemisphere's energy prominence,
bilateral compassion;
Yang's ego-natural body
reincarnating Yin's primordial
eco-spirited mind
Where polynomial 1
seizes 0
to make polypathic 1,
and not not reproducing polyphonic 0,
and every revolving
spiraling
hypersuasive tipping point
in-between
HolyWinded Spirit's Earthly journeys--
Wealthiest introspection
for healthiest extraspection;
atomic images
becoming shivered waves.
Compassionate Teachers
Left hemisphere's cognitive nature of mind
emulates Right hemisphere's inductive spirit
of creation
and destruction,
regeneration
and degeneration,
and all doubly-resonant tipping points
balancing analogous metaphors in-between.
For these disciples,
polypathic travelers,
perpetual emigrants into spirit
and immigrants from secularized
mundane
under-valued nature,
students of ecosystemic resilience,
Earth's yang nature is Master
and yin spirit is Mistress
with unflagging strength of an oak
and complex flowing grace
of a willow,
Both rooted
and further rooting
from original NonZero Sum seeds
of integrity's sacred potential
down,
And reaching
leafing
flowering
compassion climaxing
from ZeroSum DNA origins
up
Through heart and mind
and on down
round again to
and from
many regenerations of feet
for reproducing healthy DNA roots
of sacred Earth's rememory.
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.
Run, run, run from the outbreak of quaking terror,
but where can you go or hide because it's not done.
Trapped, in bitter anguish, hands cuffed behind your back,
it’s taken your pride, you'll remember forever.
The locust has been released from its amber cage,
reproducing, scatter millions, killing slowly
igniting a Molotov cocktail round beings
with its infected poison sting convulsing rage.
People are feeling pain from the quaking terror.
3/19/2020
Cancer
Attacks
Normal cells die
Causing mutations
Ever growing
Reproducing.
Chemotherapy
Aggressive treatment
Necessary needles
Chemicals annihilate
Excruciating
Rescue.
Cancer
Anguished pain
Negotiations with God
Courage required
Exhausting
Remission please.
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