A broken reed
Bleeding through the love pipes of social apartheid,
Got fixed after waging twenty seven logs of wood in
the iron woods of bars on him
Through his mouth,
The dumb trumpeted
And echoed, beating gongs
into the forested minds of men
in the distant woods
His retina sighted the blind
from obscurity of racisms
For a bullseye of the Morrow's pregnancies
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
His skin wore shackles
His mind bore freedom
His speech spoke out chains
Unweaving the threads of apartheid
So men sang a chorus
...Hail hail free Mandela
Ode to Nelson Madiba Mandela's voice
of freedom
Categories:
unweaving, africa, dedication, depression, devotion,
Form: Ode
I miss him
Yes I miss him
I miss his tenderness and fondness
I miss his gentle composure and his masculine aura
I miss his constant dotting and his unweaving affection
I miss his delightful laughter and his child-like smiles
I miss his fierce passion and his amorous moan
I miss him
With evey ounce and pounce of my soul
I miss him
And with all my heart I will miss him
Categories:
unweaving, missing,
Form: Verse
Your help is their hope,
said Ronald McDonald.
Your help is their health,
said Robert Woods Johnson.
Hope is healthier than despair.
This is not a mental health professional secret.
Why does this same connection
seem so disconnected in our public sectors,
our town greens and reds and blues?
Cooperative hope is ecopolitically healthy,
growing co-empathic trust.
Competing despairs of ecopolitical dissonance
decay into mutual immunity,
unweaving hopeful fabrics of and for a global EarthTribe.
Your help is our healthier hope.
Categories:
unweaving, america, health, hope, political,
Form: Political Verse
Of Silent Webs and Freedom Bells
In the watery silk web
of slippery deceit,
the inked widow sits poised
upon her throne’s seat.
Fresh from their cocoons,
the innocent plows the air
unaware of the netted fate
that awaits them there.
The laughing wind plays tic-tack-toe
with the two foes,
chillingly unconcerned
as to how the situation goes.
In the end, by law, nature
will be the deciding one;
choosing the loser as well
as the creature who has won.
Strange how man apes
this phenomenon of nature;
as if he was the controlling force
and world shaker;
selecting and culling
his inked man-cubs one by one;
caught in the bloody silk web
of the chosen some.
But the gavel of justice
is unweaving the deceit that men bare;
and echoes of cracked liberty bells
are bellowing everywhere.
Categories:
unweaving, allegory, allusion, analogy, black
Form: Rhyme
I heard from our Tree today.
He and She were both
barely speaking to me
forgetting Her root system
all tangled up with Historied trunk of convexly hierarchical
branches of photosynthetic production,
rather than sharing Her permaculturing compost
more naturally and economically balanced.
I watched our Tree today
while fading memories of shared Him-Her nutrients,
breathing together,
following our full color spectrum
from light through double-bound dark
absence of presence
springing up summer
and falling down winter,
shared days and seasons and informating species,
riding times' energetic gravitating wu wei surf edge,
tipping point between past practice of warm v. cold memories
and future's predicted GoldenLocks intent,
"just right" Earth Day
growing lovely forest dreams
of mutual forbearance and organic porridge sustenance,
and synergetic gratitude,
not so much growling at one another
barking out Golden Rules' bicamerolling spiral head,
core ring of TaoNowLogistics.
Tree therapy for weak-rooted imbalanced ecopathology,
breathing in Him
then breathing out Her EcoLogos wisdom
unweaving binomially out again
embracing His Easter
uprising recreation.
Categories:
unweaving, creation, earth, earth day,
Form: Free verse
I remember when first we met,
the way only little kids are able.
Oh, the memories we've had
but now it seems we're not so stable.
When first it all began
we weren't the most perfect of friends
but time carries it's own magic.
How such trembling friendships can transcend.
Yet, as it seems the case
what time can once weave,
it can then also make to come undone
leaving each in turn to grieve.
I fear here is our unweaving
fraying from times strong tide
are you to go your way, and I mine?
It's hard to picture aspects without you alongside.
Categories:
unweaving, time,
Form: Rhyme
Intrigued by your beauty
Whispers find the soul
Unweaving secret
Opens my eyes
Categories:
unweaving, lost love, people,
Form: I do not know?