REFLECTIONS OF A WATERED ELDER
IN AND OF WE GREENS ??
Like the bright green grass,
We continue onward growth:
God, fertilizing.
Our youth, moist and fresh,
Are in dire need of being dried and
Cured to withstand today's trying times.
Void of Rights of Passage–barely rooted
And anchored in the sustaining energy
Of ourstory, our youth have become like
Unchartered ships in aimless serpentine waters,
Whorlwinding in a socio-psycho, bigoted cesspool:-
In Proverbs and Psalms
It has been collectively written:
“Train a [child] in the way
[They should go…[and] that the Lord
Is [the] light in [their] salvation;
[Whom] should [they] fear?”
The resurrection of the Village waits,
And the youth too; come, fellow elders,
Let us mirror and reflect ourstory’s journey
In a way our youths may envision their
Present-day destination: Least we fail
In ourstory’s present journeying:-
??: Extended family name
DEFINING THE DEAFENING
Unhappiness isn't 're going through,
It’s thou we pretend to be.
Series of bio-and socio-cultural stage
That, Alter hormonal and physical change.
Everyone arrives via same matriarchal womb-
Why is it's same, When they want to change?
Isn’t it strange?
Erect by nurture, nature and norm,
Which grows aloud with past form.
Not outside, but within-
Oh! Peace, reach me please.
Don’t vapor like a musky cloud,
Drain Invincible poison out.
March, Oh austere mindset,
To bloom in borrowed hues.
Perhaps, deafening doesn't lie outside-
We breed it inside (individual).
In streets of struggle, where poverty reigns
A youthful cry, with futures in chains
Limited options, and resources scarce
Leads to desperation, and a troubled stance
Low-income homes, with stress and strife
Parental struggles, and a child's lost life
Unmet needs, and unfulfilled dreams
Fuel the fire, of juvenile schemes
Education's key, but doors are locked
Opportunities scarce, and futures blocked
Jobless parents, with no way to provide
Leave children vulnerable to the streets' tide
Neighborhoods plagued, by crime and fear
Youthful energy, misdirected here
Gangs and violence, a deadly allure
A false sense of belonging, in a world obscure
Socio-economic chains, that bind and sway
Influence choices, in a troubled way
Delinquency rises, as hopes decay
A cycle of strife, in a world gone gray
Break the chains, and lift the veil
Provide opportunities, and education's sail
Empower families, and communities too
To give youth a chance, to make a brighter hue.
The fear about globalization
is that Earth will devolve to stagnation;
but with knowledge we'll prove
and definably move
away from destabilization!
Unity of the Trinity in Christianity
The Triune Allah-Jesus-Mary concept of Islam
The Brahma-Vishnu-Shiva... one with the humanity
All amalgamate into sole wholeness and grand great charm...
Inner ethical fiber as a solid foundation
Extended rhythmic reality bonds with each being.
Incorporation, like butter with bread, truth collation
Accomplished with the self of one and the other freeing...
Physico-psychic-spiritual warmth, like gems, adorned
Socio-poltico-economic rules, like galaxies, set
Philosophic-theosophic-historic thoughts thronged
Inner equilibrium eases each and every threat...
The three-legged table, thus, does many meanings disburse.
This, in its integral form, is a unique universe...
When Doves Cry
Along a seaside promenade in Bray
it was on the radio
You loved it there
This is where you’ll come to lie
Spiritual journey comes to rest
Activism, and socio-political views
Social justice
Your voice
brings me sadness
as I played
a song for you
I heard the doves cry
A torn photo
A public letter
in the news
Just want to say that
Nothing Compares 2 U
If there were
only MORAL coins
and no MINT coins
people's would have
conducted sans sins
Sin smeared
Moral coins
would be akin to
Self Demonetised
Unfit coins for trade
good for scrap grade
Pristine Moral coins
would be like medals
glorifying character
Premium coins
best for any trade
It's time to have
NOBEL PRIZE
for High Morale
rewarding uprightness in
socio-political category
It's time, schools have
Honesty, Integrity
as mandatory subject
laying gen-next's cornerstone
of character super structure
Immorality, Corruption is blooming
having 12.months spring season
Corroding roots of Values
How long tree will hold terrain?
With no oxygen, no fruits
how long Society will sustain?
Nursing Roots,
Nursing Morality
ought to be top priority
Else corruption white ants
feeding on cellulose of greed
will disorient stability, safety
and hollow out society timber
MORAL coins or
MINT coins?
Value based society or
Anarchy based society?
Time to mint Chances
Time to make Choices
_____________________________
© Dr Hitendra Mehta, India
the remoteness of our lives
leaves us vulnerable to beleaguered
domestico-socio lies from out past.
free spirit offspring suffer the outrageous
slings and arrows of parental misfortunes.
our love questioned existence rehearsed
weighs them down from once of constant
smiles, to frightened, forlorn, frivolous frowns.
we bathe them in our born-again baggage,
murdering their true inter-be spirit to
frenzied, postmortem parental put downs.
will we ever lean their presence is one
of holy matrimony to be-ness, to want, to plan
to have and to hold in foreverness?
Not of stupid, misguided sexual folly,
torturing them with outdated, misguided meanness?
Let us live, love, trust as they grow.
If the meek shall inherit this Earth, they
will learn to replicate our lost, latent legacies.
oneness to none-noneness to one
And the beaten go on to adultress ruin.
Behold----------another child is born.
I want to be sedated
A substance not outdated
To be fully educated
My spirit unabated
For living in the clouds.
Perusing skies of endless
time-----I fly.
Nothing ventured,
everything explained.
The truth shan't set us free
Unless I wholly depart from me.
The mind is a terrible thing to waste
It's all a matter of time and taste.
Judge ye not, lest ye be
Judged in hasty, haughty haste.
The familiar is a trap
Decline that socio rap,
Experiential enterprise
Is the way to go
It's the only thing you'll forever, ever Know.
Time bomb time womb times
Dark light spaces between our
birth life whisperers, tangent told
and tried by ego-etiquette egadathons,
yet we all fall short into how we hold each other
side by side in a sometimes listless sublime
treasure trove of banal love designs
claiming a socio-coaxial critical correspondent
climax ever instilling potent long lifeforms sailing on
miniscule observations from places far, far away.
A reverse corollary of faith
in "make your own luck"
is to blame the losing victim.
Optimizing our win/win resilient fortune,
wealth,
treasured health
and safety
and wellbeing defense
is not the same as "self-making" a robust future
Autonomously
ego-centrically
dissociated from informed win/win cooperative
democratic political health
and/or co-invested socio-ecological
eco-feminist
economic nutritional flow systems
Like organic beings with branches:
Yintegral organic rivers,
nutritious MotherTrees,
and enriching global bank networks
of capital macro-economic
interactive systems,
Networks of branches,
co-mediated collaboratives
win/win co-empathic
co-relational
nonviolent communications
for restoring healthy theological peace
as also wealth of ecological justice
And, oh yes,
lucky win/win economic co-investments
in integrity's potential health of wealth.
It doesn’t cost a thing, and it’s something that can be given and received by anyone regardless of their religion or gender or nationality or socio-economic status. It’s for the old and the young and the middle-aged--even teenagers. It doesn’t matter if you’re a Republican or a Democrat or an Independent or a member of the Green party. We all have the capacity to give and receive kindness. Imagine a world where everyone exhibited at least one act of kindness a day, just one!
Sharing a kind word
Making a goodwill gesture
Heals a spent nation
There are no more magic wands
no magical “godmothers”
to wave them
to inspire the dreamers.
No more “threesomes” of
bears, little pigs, or billy goats.
The Little Red Hen has been replaced
By Gordon Ramsay.
Pinocchio denied his dream
of being a real boy.
“The Little Engine That Could”
Is being told that
“it shouldn’t have”.
Atlas has been told
to stop shrugging.
Dick and Jane
have been expelled from school
for running, jumping, laughing
and not having Spot neutered.
“Show and Tell”
has become an expose’
of family dysfunction.
Recess has been banned
as no one should be
faster, quicker, or better
than anyone…..at anything.
Grading systems have become
evaluations of socio-political conformity.
Teachers have become “The Muppets”
manipulated by unseen hands.
And yet……
Children still sword fight with sticks
race each other to see…..who’s the fastest
wrestle, fall down, get bruised….and..
get up again….
TO PLAY.
John G. Lawless
7/12/2021
On multiple planes
sing infinite socio-bytes
my waters flow pride
as they hide from sorry eyes
my hourglass tears turn to dust
I used to be teen suicide, less full of myself
to wonder a future unknown borrowing a want
of perfection in strength of movement, a posture of
glazed movement, gymnastic skills of love, purposeful of
thought tone---surprised I excelled in most, tried in
some and failed in those anonymous a few--my lone
physicality set the stage for a mistress lover of handstand
entrees in, on above all objects where I could pose upside
down and see the reverse of an earthly life based on age
appropriate conventions of and age remembered life to
recourse a yonder youth in all its wonderment, fallibility
of domestico-initiation and socio-training to be up/down
cool/nerdy pain/pleasured and thus True/False primed and
Squared by ritual sacrifices of an impermanent unsolved self--
where do you really begin, endure? and end with the means
to justify your end as to the forever prone promises tendered
in creating a dulled existence for a what purpose?
Charity begins within your Heart of Hearts all leading to a
proportioned infinity of reality living and lights of Love.
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