Pitter patters foisted wetness on the roofs,
A cat meows noisily to the rain spoofs,
her sweet noise rhythmed the dog's delicious woofs,
The treasure they sang into ears is the proof,
They both hopped like a radiant horse on hoof.
Mice run around to show they enjoyed their shows,
one, bold enough, even danced on my toes.
Their song was enriched by some noisy frogs' croaks,
that pierced the beats proving it not a hoax.
Some cocks occasionally chorused with crows.
Raindrops beat drums to make the ears more pleasing,
Thunders deafened the flow with their fast sneezing.
That made me to hum sweetness to their nice sound,
Now on my feet, my joy danced round and round,
Just then, the mice joined with their sweet soft wheezing,
Suddenly, the sky then stopped its pretty cries,
Maybe, the song that stopped the rain was by spies.
Sadness chased happiness far into the dark,
All was silent except the dog's angry barks,
Not even the stars could twinkle in the skies.
Categories:
rhythmed, cat, dance, dog, rain,
Form: Rhyme
My mouth is just overflown with thanks,
All the love shown just filled up my tanks
Yet none was rhythmed by any band,
It's like mint money out of a bank.
Sweet words made my head too big to swell,
So, goodness can't be drowned by a yell,
That, it still got announced by the bell,
Like water echoes out of a well.
Love written as if hearts filled their pens,
Each stain on paper clean clear my pains,
Sôothing words set my heart free of chains,
So love can move faster than a train.
To each one that wished me happiness,
May you be daily filled with richness,
May far from your life be all sickness,
May you still achieve greater greatness.
Categories:
rhythmed, celebration, feelings, humanity, inspirational
Form: Rhyme
Barefoot in the sand I walk the seashore, carefree
taking mental snapshots of you and me;
Living in the sanctuary of your natural agility
I am a womb in you, both beautiful and free.
When you pour me out my soul refreshes,
some say you are water but I say you are life.
Recaptured, I regain my sanity and dignity
and for this, I thank you water;
The seashores are quenched by your ebb and flow
and your eternal movements, are my Saving Grace;
You are self sufficient and unanimously rhythmed
and in your cadence even the mermaids rejoice,
as they dip their tails and siren your decree.
Oh sea, you are just a kiss away from me,
when I'm in your presence nothing in this world
matters, anymore.
Categories:
rhythmed, appreciation, sea,
Form: Free verse
God's oral,
and Gaia's ancient ****
naturally spiritual laws
are win/win discursive,
not win/lose debating,
when climate polycultural conditions
are democratically healthy thriving
Not blaming,
judging,
shaming,
cursive,
as when monoculturing colonizations
of EurAsians autocratically
and kleptocratically sick
and barely monotheistically surviving
curiously endure inhumane denial
of runaway capitalist win/lose
LeftBrain dominant
straight white patriarchal
lose/lose ego/eco-fading systemic nihilism
Repression of ecowomanist mindfulness
lustiness
integrity
bilateral resilience
Suppression of post-traumatic climate stress disorder
Depression
of PolyCultural Sacred Law
for and of
humane sensory EarthTherapeutic Justice
Musical
mindfully mused
meditative medication
as Blue/Green
4/4
Who Are We For?
regenerative rhythmed
co-passioned
deeply resonant peace.
Categories:
rhythmed, analogy, earth, education, god,
Form: Political Verse
Okay, you don’t like poetry
Maybe we can understand
But maybe we can’t
We see you in your car
We were not supposed to
You thought you were in private
But guess what, the world saw you
Driving along singing with the radio
It does not matter who it was
Their lines rhythmed over and over
Isn’t that the definition of a poem
So, maybe you always did like poetry
You just didn’t know it
Categories:
rhythmed, music, poetry, song,
Form: Free verse
Escape into silence
moving out in still morning
across pine needle cushioned trails
toward Earth's solitary
murmuring river,
Whispering from where we have come
to quietly slip
drift
ripple forward
into an expanding mouth
without inhumane voice
Escape into silence,
comforting respite
Leaving behind human,
even humane
compassionate stories
voices
sounds;
but not memories
fantasies
feelings
choice
These inevitably accompany,
friendly and hard lessons
blending into muffled landscapes,
sea sounds,
silent breezes
teasing past sense
Sensory
sexually imprinted
colored
wordlessly intoned
rhythmed
patterns harmonic
and dissonant
silently desexualized
Needy quiet traces,
tracks
footsteps hungry for most anything,
everyone
But embracing
inviting
all absorbing silence.
Categories:
rhythmed, health, integrity, journey, memory,
Form: Free verse
Metrology
The weather plays a big part in me
When the sunshine and the wind is calm
I feel the lightness of being.
When storm blows and dark clouds
My mind gets dark, and I think of suicide
However, I like to watch thunder and lightning
stay on the terrace and sing
“Hit me with your rhythmed stick” a bit of a song
I remember.
A full moon is depressing it is as it is trying to lure
me into the ocean it is the silvery glittering
that attracts me to do a daring thing like swimming
with wales or having fun with dolphins.
Categories:
rhythmed, absence, beach, corruption,
Form: Blank verse
Sojourne
A few moments ago she floated in the womb still firmly attached to the
chord of nurture listening to heartbeats of comfort attached to couplets of repose
Rhymed and rhythmed in resounding simplicity negating dissonance still on
horizons
she splashed within the nick of time ticked at her own pace made light in sight of
a wondrous world of a few lullabies some fleeting memories clarions and clarity
a couple of major and minor scales weighing up and down in the music of being
Not long after a few tones later an elegy after she mused that life is finite and too
fugacious
Categories:
rhythmed, life,
Form: Free verse
Mother Earth
brings virgin birth
to hunting and gathering EarthTribes,
reforesting and rechorusing creolization,
ionizing and lionizing harmonization,
ergodic rhythmed and seasonally rhymonizing,
thermodynamic and radiant ecstaticizing
native First Nations
through Last Shall Be First ReCreations.
On the more RightWing side,
the commodified planet of earth
and water
and air
and fire
to be aimed at
and against
each other
is what's rightfully,
if somewhat ballistically, left
of the raped and pillaged,
drilled and fracked,
industriously enslaved
Breeding and Bearing and eventually Butchered *****
once more scrupulously known as Sacred Mother Earth
venture-capital invested
by Father SunFire.
Categories:
rhythmed, culture, education, health, humanity,
Form: Political Verse
Everywhere The Kids Are
By: J. Philip Harris
Kids are here; Kids are there
The kids I see are everywhere
I’m swimming in a toddler pool
Of poop and pee and puke and drool
The chaos ripe, as it abounds
That rhythmed, cacophonic sound
It’s heightened ring I hear, resounds
Everywhere the Kids Are
The messes here, the messes there
The messes roaring everywhere
Like little flames set forth to fire
Consuming up the precious briar
And through the forest manor
It’s hectic, yes, I’m quite aware
With passing hyper critic stares
But something lingers in the air
That few will ever know
Kids are here; kids are there
Bringing with them pungent airs
Of joyous love eternal
A moment captured amongst the war
Of happiness felt like that of lore
But truest ever known
When time has left us standing here
Aged, creeping heads of steer
We will hold that love so dear
Everywhere the Kids Are
The air is sad; I feel it, too
The seasons change from green to blue
The light has left us in the dark
With our glowing flame
It may be small, but we can see
That Christ is leading you and me
Categories:
rhythmed, children, christian, crazy, faith,
Form: Rhyme
"God punishes us for what we can't imagine."
Stephen King
What we can't imagine
is what we won't imagine
for lack of polypathic priority,
for too much fullness of rotting exegetical Promise.
What I won't imagine
becomes what I would never choose to invest in,
to nurture,
both filled with fear
of self-emptying prophecy
and overflowing with love
for Earth's other-fulfilling potentiality;
robust
resilient with or without us
regenerate
opposite of delineating pathology
through superego's anthro-absence.
We evolve healthy wealth becomings
truncated by static nonverbal then verbal ...isms,
unimaginably ebbing and flowing
what we have not yet hypostatically imagined dynamic,
ergodically patterned,
bionically rhythmed
creolically rocked
and matriarchal understory schism-rolled
rewards of and for Earth's echo imagining bicamerality,
sacred nondual ecology.
God's punishment
is for what we won't imagine,
multiculturally polypathic together.
Categories:
rhythmed, culture, destiny, environment, god,
Form: Political Verse