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Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: beautiful, environment, family, life, love, sweet, together,

IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM

IN THE MEADOWS IS MY DREAM Strolling, strolling we are in the meadow: airy and green where asters, dahlias, nod and wink passing their green With him by my side, the hours of dread and fear are gone His blue eyes speak: "we're a match in heaven, always green" Dandelion heads float like little parachutes while we walk, he spinning me round and round in the carpet of golds and green Eyes to eyes meet, no more words from A to Z, we need not speak for our heartbeats duet in vibrato of love so evergreen Afar we hear thumps of small feet and some thunder laughs, He and I turn round we behold our kids innocent and green Father God-- the author of love along blue feathers and yellow smile is watching over us in that vast green... _________________________________________________________________ 8:40 pm , April 24, 2015


Poem Details | by Maria Williams |
Categories: dance, death, emotions, environment, inspirational, love, music,

The Sequel - Dance to Love - Part 2

I awake to the beautiful plaintive strains Of a violin - then realize it’s just in my head Just a dream - a shame to find I’m in the hospital - same room - same bed The monotonous ticking of the clock on the wall Time, an indefinite progress of my existence Time for my pills, time to call the nurse Time not on my side, breaking down my resistance After lunch a quick nap Then the visiting hour I dread most of all Seeing pity in their eyes, they wish me back To what I was before my withdrawal The world of music - my life - my love The fame and fortune that once was mine Exhilarating - Intoxicating, a wife at my side With children sharing the Glory Divine I lived it - I breathed it Plucked at its very soul The core of its existence in my hands Like a faithful servant it played its role I look at the painting on the wall A feeling of Déjà vu enters it seems I’ve seen this glade of lush green plants And these sparkling bubbling streams I remember drawing back watching afar An Angel who danced in its midst Who danced with wild abandon Her hair that the sun had kissed I remember wishing I could dance with her With this Angel from above A hundred birds would sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love But it’s just a painting - There’s no girl there And I’m just a sick old man Wallowing in my grief and sadness Existing however best I can What’s this I’m suddenly in the glade? A young strong man once more She has come for me, my Angel love I leap - I twirl - I soar The world I’ve left behind Unshackled my attachments of A hundred birds do sing out loud To watch us Dance to Love We dance with wild abandon We dance without a care With sun kissed skin our arms entwined Wild flowers in our hair
Footnote: We do not know for sure if my Father – who was a great violinist and classical musician, had imagined this story when he was a young man, when he chanced on a young girl dancing in the gladeIt’s a story he told us many times and we loved to believe it. I like to imagine a fitting finale to the first story, when his time came and have pictured it in this poem. This story begins in my Poem arrangement 'Dance to Love - Part 1'


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: environment, love, natural disasters, nature, rain, storm,

AMIDST POUNDS OF FORCE and FURY



AMIDST POUNDS OF FORCE and FURY Conscious cold clouds sweeping, killing softly the suns bright, romancing evocatively with the winds, aghast it blows! Blows! Gray to black are the skies shadowsShafts of light longer, they tantalize in between blows joined clear by a decibel bang! Frightened golden grains for harvest, helpless! They bend down and so are the piteous bushes, unashamed, waving their arms as if crying out for immediate rescue but no one is there... Drops to dagger liquid sequins fall heavily unto them nonstop. Amidst pounds of force and fury from the natural forces, I, glad to be cocooned by the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest. Wrapped tight to his arms, my heart is soaking with contentment, his drizzling caresses flood my nerves, I am all giddy inside... ________________________________________________________________ ***Picture #2 6:00 pm, November 19, 2015


Poem Details | by Eve Roper |
Categories: environment, love, rain, weather, winter,

I Love My State of Oregon

Oregon’s, wildlife, mountains, lakes, and bogs
Fields of green, awaken refreshed at dawn
Where salmon runs the rivers blue to spawn
Drawn wandering above the sea of fog   

Black-tailed and mule deer birth their newborn fawns
Where shaggy mane elks labor their spring calves 
Rustle sounds while they graze off open paths  
Wander under the full moon of predawn


Sea of umbrellas on rainy season
Fireplace frames warm sputtering ember flames
Snow cold, in fella’s embrace with no shame
Turning me into shades of pink  crimson  


Savoring the earth's nurturing labor 
Giving my heart to the verdant nature

12/30/2016


My home for 36 years 


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beach, beautiful, blessing, boyfriend, break up, culture, cute love, dedication, deep, desire, destiny, devotion, earth, environment, freedom, happiness, happy, heart, humanity, innocence, kiss, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, motivation, ocean, passion, peace, planet, poetry, relationship, romance, romantic, senses, sensual, silence, soulmate, spiritual, symbolism, uplifting,

Beach

is it the wave kissing the sand 
or is it the ocean
- deep from her heart
sometimes gently,
often hard,
but always with passion?

is it the sand kissing back
or is it the land
- happily losing ground 
with every kiss
to his eternal mistress,
the occupant of his soul?

is it this poem touching your heart
or is it our souls
- hugging each other
on a sandy beach,
wide and infinite,
day in and day out?




Poem Details | by Anil Deo |
Categories: america, appreciation, beautiful, culture, environment, growing up, immigration,

I LOVE SOUTH ASIAN WOMEN

I married someone in America, "My royalty" -
But can you look away from Brides in Sari*
That long, silk or chiffon sheet several feet long
Wrapped with tantalizing patterns around
And around, until thrown over her shoulder?
Another act of royal bearing, wearing Sari..

Even the floral tops over pants (Kurtah-pajama)
Become these stars - even in zillahs - far from Bollywood
The elegance was first sensed in my Mom in Africa
Yes, I was raised by Hindu-Muslim folk far from India
But with all the curries, puri, chapati, samoosa, subjee
Any South Asian would die for, even in sumptuous America..

LORD shows me these hard-working Moms who give
And never stop giving: see them in USA
Right under your noses, running businesses
Going home and cooking real food from scratch
Even to the n'th course with heavenly deliciousness
I cannot imagine the non-stop cultural fountains
They draw from, to love so much: man and children
Add grandchildren, and her energy yet abounds
So, I know what I missed, when I emigrated..
From Hades, I watch Abraham's Bosom
Without blame: praying for those in villages
Without much water, or sanitary napkins, yet 
As sanitary as Princesses: cooking, healing, generating
The next great doctor, computer guru for you
And for me, in the WestIndia's loss and mine
Are your gain: God loves you so much..
Say that to yourself when U see a South Asian lady
(Now you know why your eyes linger on my Sister)


Poem Details | by jack cooper |
Categories: blessing, destiny, emotions, environment, god, love, passion,

WHEN LIFE PAINTS A PICTURE WE CAN CLEARLY SEE

When life paints a picture we can clearly see
That bring all these emotions pouring out of me
Looking for that special key
One that sets our spirit sailing free
Allowing us to find our true destiny
Coming together as one in complete harmony

Opening windows of opportunity
Shaping our life into all that has come to be
Testing waters far and wide
Looking for what feels best inside
Somewhere we don't have to hide
Where we can enjoy life's amazing ride

Hoping it's enough to get us to the other side
With God living in heaven turned up on high
knowing life's memories are locked deep inside
Taking it all in stride for stride
Preparing ourselves for this power slide

Making sure to keep our eye's open wide
Breathtaking watching our love collide
In a place where our spirits light up the sky
Living life's tender moments before they pass on by
Honoring each other in love is the ultimate high
Sharing a lifetime of memories is what makes it all fly



Poem Details | by Janet Bingham |
Categories: beauty, blessing, desire, encouraging, environment, innocence, inspirational love,

Watching Clouds

I watch the clouds as they pass by.
They spread a mist across the sky;
and sometimes for an hour or two
they float within a sea of blue
like castles shaped a way up high,
their forms dissolve and seem to die.
Upon my back for an hour or two
I watch them grow to something new.
Veiled in lace they stretch their hands
and seem to wed in other lands.
They look down from eternity
on all that we may hope to be.
Clouds have a strange world in the sky
that outlasts even you and I.
The restless world that they embrace
moves on like us in constant pace.
They toss and turn within a storm.
Each day we live they are reborn.


Janet Marie Bingham


Poem Details | by Nsah Mala |
Categories: tree, hate, environment, hate, love,

The Environment, My Home

My Environment is my only homely home
That I knowPlants and animals alike love this lovely home.
I love to sit and marvel at the beauties of our beautiful E nvironment,
To see rivers flow freely in the democracy of the environment,
Grass green and as fresh as a fish in untouched natural free waters,
Births singing and ringing like universal timekeepers in all matters.
This wonderful Environment is the handwork of our ever-caring Father
And when it is well looked after, it could be next to our Father.
My health and my wealth all come from this cherished home.
How I wish foolish humans do not tarnish the harmony of this dear home!

I hate to see toxic smoke from industries go up carelessly and invited to Ozone
Because when Ozone shall have died, Sun will cease to be our friend.
I hate to see fishermen throw away a young fish
Just as I hate to see my neighbour dumping refuse into running waters.
A disorderly forester cannot be a friendly friend to me.
And why not he or she who farms into a river valley, bed and source?
I am sick when farmers burn bushes and
I cannot marry she who cooks just any kind of meat and kills the viper.
Pollution and anything harmful should not be in my Environment, our Environment,
Because I too will be harmful to those who tolerate such things
For I hate to live a brief life.

(Published in CHAINING FREEDOM, 2012)


Poem Details | by Jacqueline R. Mendoza |
Categories: angel, beautiful, beauty, black african american, bridal shower, caregiving, celebrity, childhood, christian, cousin, daughter, death of a friend, devotion, education, environment, father daughter, first love, flower, children, for her, kids, how i feel, little sister, me, mom, mother, native american, nostalgia, people, poets, school, spiritual, student, woman, women, work,

Qualities of Health Engendering Women

They see strengths
Not the limitations
These are people who will make you proud of yourself
They will tell you why you’re special
Trust you to the point you have to answer their expectations
They make you better than you normally are
You can be proud of yourself
They respect you 
For what you’ve done
Where you’ve come from
They see what you’ve experienced something real
Respect you for your courage
They live by their rules
They do not expect you to follow theirs
They are at peace to themselves
They are not proving anything to you
They are good listeners
Sincere in their interest in you
You feel important
They are available for honest
Genuine discussion
Makes you want to share yourself


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, change, cheer up, confidence, cool, courage, cute love, deep, destiny, emotions, environment, fantasy, fear, feelings, first love, for her, funny love, happiness, happy, how i feel, humanity, hyperbole, i am, i love you, inspiration, journey, joy, life, lost love, love, love hurts, miss you, missing, missing you, ocean, paradise, philosophy, pride, romance, romantic, senses, smile, spring, sunshine, travel, uplifting, wind,

Rainbow

imagine the rainbow being
the dark tunnel 
you've been stuck in for years

the lighthouse on the horizon,
the beam 
that gets brighter as it nears

get soaked in the rain,
feel the sun in your heart,
let go of all your fears


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: addiction, april, best friend, computer, confusion, courage, culture, cute love, earth, emotions, encouraging, environment, fantasy, farm, feelings, funny love, garden, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, inspirational, internet, irony, july, june, kiss, loneliness, love, magic, me, metaphor, nature, parody, repetition, satire, science, social, technology, tree, women, world, youth,

Tree

follow on facebook,
adore on pinterest,
fall in love on instagram,
kiss on a hunch,
all under a tree.


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, cheer up, crush, cute love, deep, destiny, earth, emotions, environment, feelings, first love, for her, future, i am, i love you, i miss you, imagination, inspiration, irony, love, meaningful, metaphor, motivation, moving on, nature, passion, pride, relationship, river, romantic, simple, soulmate, spiritual, strength, sweet, time, together, true love, water, woman, women,

River of Time

On the River of Time
I built a dam for my love
to capture the moment,
collect the future,
and set our pasts free.


Poem Details | by Andrea Rose |
Categories: america, beach, beautiful, beauty, blue, city, earth, environment, feelings, fishing, freedom, fun, happy, how i feel, july, june, life, love, muse, ocean, peace, places, summer, sun, travel, uplifting, wind, world,

Home is Where the Ocean Is

Summer is here once again.
The breeze is warm,
I smell salt on the wind.
The same sandy beach between my toes,
The same waters I learned to swim.
Sun burn on my nose,
To the Ocean I dive in.
I submerse myself in the waters of the Atlantic
Warmer than the West Coast Thankfully
Cold, I simply cannot handle it!
Further out I paddle faithfully,
For my mother ocean to keep me sane,
this is my therapy,
to soothe this migraine.
This place gives me energy,
a weakness with a name.
Pleasure Island, NC.
A place hidden with fortunes
and undiscovered fame.
Never could I stray from the ocean
my passions would never be fulfilled
and I would never be the same.


Dedicated to my Dad on Father's Day 2013
The man who introduced me to the ocean and educated me about it and gave me reason to love appreciate and respect it.


Poem Details | by Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser |
Categories: animal, environment, nature, sad love, seasons, weather, winter,

REFRAINS OF WINTER SONATA


REFRAINS OF WINTER SONATA When fallen brown leaves brush a sepia picturesque and the bubbly breeze blows a heated winter sonata, the giant roses of clouds are teased, they shed icy petals tumbling, drifting like little ballerinas dropping to rest on branches of trees, grasses, houses and down to window ledges clustering in lily-white hues. Frosty mornings and nights lure the need for warmth from brewed coffee, a kiss or just a minute of touch... Absorbing the air, alone, I wander to the cover-walks, I see children tramping and playing on hills of frost, some couples carelessly sliding, they laugh out loud, yet afar, some robins, deer and beggars frown in despair as they are homelessNo fire nor a person to cuddle with. No adequate food to eat nor a flowing water to drink too... ColdWetAll white, frozen snow-tears are in their eyes and so I am one afternoon, a year and six months ago. The winter atmosphere can stir love passions within but how can it all be when the only woman, I love. I wanted to marry and ready to give my all: refused me? She, slowly walking away, leaving me crying-- a snow. ________________________________________________________ ~~SPONSOR: Broken Wings CONTEST: Write ME A Winter Poem~~ __Olive Eloisa Guillermo__ 8:16 pm, November 14, 2015


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: beautiful, betrayal, blessing, cheer up, city, confidence, cute love, deep, desire, earth, england, environment, feelings, garden, green, happiness, happy, i love you, imagination, irony, joy, july, june, london, love, love hurts, meaningful, missing you, nature, nice, nostalgia, passion, places, relationship, romance, romantic, sad love, seasons, simple, solitude, spiritual, spring, summer, true love, uplifting, vacation, weather, wisdom,

Jump

Chairs lined with stripes, 
green and white,
became ski jump ramps
for feelings, innocent and pure,
taking off from the edge
hoping to defy the gravity of fears

Only a lucky few made it,
others turned into tears
landing on the grass of Green Park
as the warm air was getting dark.
 



Poem Details | by Shanity Rain |
Categories: autumn, beautiful, change, creation, dance, death of a friend, desire, environment, fantasy, first love, halloween, heaven, imagination, love, lust, magic, moon, mystery, nature, night, nostalgia, october, passion, senses, sensual, sky, weather, wind,

The witches winds are blowing

                  
                                               
 The Santa Ana's are here, and the moon is clear
There is a mystic in the air that whispers in my ear.
  Is this a peaceful feeling or does it carry fear ? 

What is the passion and hot fragrence of orange blossom that is pulling me a different way , as if this power has been sent only by a Witch of the finest of White Magic, only to calm the Blue Soul I have known my whole life.


 I feel a passion that is running through my Veins like the  power of water itself
 
                               
As if the Moon itself were instructed to warm the air that is blowing It is not a new moon , it is not a old moon , it is a moon that appears only in ones lifetime to gaze at

 By seeing and feeling the very power of this Moon you will dance your way to Heaven with happiness of what is yet to come.
 
The Stars around this Moon are unique as if they take the presence of every loved one you and I have lost 

The Witches winds with the warm glowing of the moon, as if I had never met you before , are blowing with the frangerence of Orange Blossom or Magnolia , from a distant past of The South.
 
As if I know we have been together once before , a Moon such as this In a peaceful , lustful state of Bliss.
 

 There is something comingis it something I have always known or wanted ?

 What is yet to be known is as intoxicating as the Santa anas that are running through my body.
 As if i have been struck by the power of light , as the powerful moon I gaze at in the Night.
It is piercing my soul with it's only Truth, 
                                         By;
                                            Shanity Rain 


Poem Details | by Supraja Kannan |
Categories: bird, earth, environment, moon, nature, sun, water,

Love the nature

Love the sun,
it will shiningly warm you.
Love the moon,
it will milkily moist you.
Love the water,
it will willfully hydrate you.
Love the flower,
it will fulsomely smile at you.
Love the bird,
it will blissfully sing for you.
Love the cat,
it will cordially trust you.
Love the dog,
it will dauntlessly protect you.
Love the koel,
it will kindly kiss you.
Love the river,
it will righteously flow in you.
Yes!If you love the nature,
it will naturally love you.



Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: beauty, earth, environment, health, philosophy, poetry, truth,

Love of Wisdom: Philosophy

Why isn't philosophy written most wisely
also poetic verse,
both-and analogical ecology?

While classic philosophic historians
continue this great debate
about which is most important,
truth or beauty?
this same political philosophy pit 
drifted off a bit 
from scientific recovery
as economics shifted wealth away from health.

When did love of wisdom become distracted with comparing strengths
of richest truths as beauty's creative health?
Psalmists and poets have multiculturally declaimed and loved
their deepest and wildest cross-breeding space,
wisdom place.

I seldom enjoy Analytic Philosophy
or Continental Literature,
where most anything could and did mean something
but who knows what exactly
as we never cut and slice Earth up the same way precisely twice
because you can never go quite home again
nor should we necessarily try
to compete to conclude this language game

Juxtaposition strong and weak, as a Taoist, 
sounds like appositional dipolarity of Yang (strong) and Yin (weak)

Ecological principles of permaculture design, 
principles of development, 
investing in research into mindbody decomposition,
planting yang's monocultural seeds of logical truth and harvesting yin's beauty, 
may embrace this same dipolarity 
achieving Yang Monocultural Universality of Truth 
by flowing optimal Yin Polycultural Diversity, 
DNA/RNA's Harmonic wu wei Beauty, 
dialects and guilds of deep ecological balance 
and regeneratively healthy futures.

Juxtaposition also appears in Buckminster Fuller's Synergetics, 
and other evolutionary-weak through revolutionary-strong theories 
of intelligent RNA/DNA fractal-rooted design

Then again, we find dipolar appositional dynamics with David Bohm, 
ExplicateYang vImplicateYin Universal/Integral Orders, 
probably analogically equivalent to Fuller's ConvexYang vConcaveYin,  
nonduality of ExteriorYang with InteriorYin 
Janus-faces of ecological double-binding temporal harmonics,
focused on the far more wise restoring therapeutic space 
where Yang's truth of language 
defines Yin's beauty of balanced proportion, 
as positive absorbs symmetrically double negatives, 
and light's eternal time digests dualdark cosmology of NOW.

I'm jus' say'n,
when Philosophy lost touch with TrueLove as PolyPathingWisdom,
wealth devolved away from balancing analogical health,
of politically well-published communication
strings of DNA's regenerative therapeutic 
True Creation Story Poems
of rhymes with ionic reasons,
language signs of iconic seasons.

Why are nondual philosophical poets
analogically juxtaposing ecologists?


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: culture, environment, love, nature, psychological, science, senses,

Integrity v Hypocrisy

What exactly is our primal and primary agenda?

To optimize ecological health
endosymbiotically and ectosymbiotically,
both within and without,
yet nondually;
two Yang/Yin
Convex/Concave
faces of our universal permacultural love project--
sometimes rather loosely called "human nature."

There is nothing even the most ruthless sociopath could do
to stop this evolutionary advent,
because this positive health culture
emerges from competitive monocultural Business As Usual
as day emerges from night,
as summer springs forth from winter's dual-dark purgation
of matter synergizing energetic root systems,
decomposing regenetic folds of time's co-arising gravity.

Ego is my local environment
struggling to breathe within ecologos,
balancing nature-systems.

Consistent reiteration of gratitude
for each breath
and heart beat
and thought or silence
co-arises cosmological synergy;
Endo- within ecto-symbiotic
positive evolution.

An articulating economy of love
grows co-arising generosity as stimulant,
with gratitude as uniting integral response.
This metasystemic stimulus-response
as diastolic generosity-gratitude
establishes a positive double-binding trend
toward polyculturally inclusive outcomes.

Effective permaculturists produce self-optimizing 
climaxing
polyculturally beloved outcomes;
economic, 
ecological,
binomially political balancing systemic, 
and positive psychological.


Poem Details | by A.O. Taner |
Categories: autumn, celebration, cheer up, cool, destiny, earth, encouraging, environment, feelings, green, happiness, happy, i love you, i miss you, imagination, inspiration, inspirational, july, june, love, meaningful, memory, motivation, nice, november, october, planet, seasons, september, summer, sun, sunshine, tribute, uplifting, weather, wind, winter,

Seasons

fall, the trickiest of them all, 
is pretending
-again-
to have fallen in love with summer

taking her to dinner each evening,
giving her the room 
to play during the day

summer, the purest of them all,  
has fallen for all that
-again-
surrendering slowly her joyful soul

little does she know 
perhaps sooner than before
she'll fall out of favor
-again-
once winter, the eternal lover of fall,
makes that call.


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: earth day, environment, history, humanity, love, religion, science,

Fundamentals ReDefined

Fundamentalists compete with and through struggling evolution
as Transitionalists would further peaceful revolutions.

Fundamentalism:
A patriarchal-historical view
rooted in interpretation of sacred scripture
written by nondual co-arising NatureSpirits
dipolar appositionally rooted
of and for regenerative naturehealth = spiritwealth,
that would err on the side of removing the "natural" lens from Paradise,
leaving only the reified "ego-spiritual" GodHead.

In co-arising nondual Taoism and Buddhism,
this would be ecopolitical bias in favor of Patriarchal InterdependentYang
and disfavor, suppression, 
of Matriarchal Empty notnot Yin.

In Unitarian-Universalism,
this would be ecological and ecopolitical bias in favor of Universalist-SupremacistTruth Dominance,
thereby suppressing Unitarian-TransitioningTruth Communion.

Sacred scriptures were originally said
and eventually written down,
within ongoing enculturing evolutionary intent,
inspired by persuasive and celebratory and terrifying experiences,
for those with eyes to see,
and ears to hear,
Earth's enspirited nature,
both matriarchal and patriarchal,
and all creolizing non-elite multiculturalism in between.

This evolutionary co-empathic trust
in dipolar NatureSpirit creolization of experience and language
resists fundamentalist over-spiritualized
and under-historic denatured,
and patriarchal-elitist languaged and modeled,
and suspiciously modern Cartesian dualist
Either ReGenerativeSpirit Or DeGenerativeNature
absences of full BothAnd
NatureSpirit
nondual co-arising comprehension.

Human language for interpreting traditional systems
is also human ecopolitical LeftBrain expression for understanding transitioning historical systems,
including wisdom from great bilateral nondualist NatureSpirit thinkers
of the permacultural ancient
through modern deductive-reductive-reifying nature struggling against spirit,
science over spiritual expression,
academic worlds
together providing a wealth of creolizing paradigms,
where wealth of science could inform healthy nature-spirit teleology,
and natural co-empathic ethological flow functions 
and regenerate/degenerate trend analysis 
could reform deep sacred ecological WinWin wisdom science,
to help transition us toward nature-spirit nondual ecoschools
for further outdoor classroom observation
and more nutritional
and less toxic
experience of climates and landscapes in riotous organic transition.

Nondual co-arising deep-transition 
multicultural,
rather than denatured and reified-spiritualized fundamental
monocultural,
thinking
imaging
and permacultural bicameral design revolutions
bring sensory-neural balance and blend,
comfort and contentment,
restoring WinWin multi-lateral peace with justice,
as we reconnect to this transitional wonder
and NatureSpirit mystery
of emerging life through regenerative interdependence
rather than merely reductively degenerating fundamentalism,
stuck in the LeftBrain cul-de-sac
of furthering interpretations of emergent enchanting scripture
as also furthering supremacist patriarchal premillennial elitism.

Unless we open our NaturalSpiritual democratic eyes and ears,
and use our bilateral hands and feet,
and our bicamerally inclusive hearts and minds and voices,
all these multiculturing paradigms 
cannot cooperatively co-redeem us
from our own competing egocentric and anthrocentric
foundational colonizing aggressive excesses.

LeftBrain dominant Fundamentalists are to postmodern evolution
as LeftRight MultiCulturing Transitionalists 
further cooperative-creolize
patriarch/matriarch reproductive right-with-left resonant revolutions.

Human nature-spirits,
like all Earth's BodyMind Tribal Natures,
choose between the exegetical neural path most taken
and the eisegetical sensory-imaged paths less taken,
to compare and contrast our optimally creolizing outcomes
when regenerative WinWin language/experience combine
for further polypathic transitioning,
further choosing
along further regenerative/degenerative health branches
of co-revolutionary therapeutic becoming.


Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: creation, culture, deep, environment, feelings, love, political,

Professor Glory's Active Hope

The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist
or culturally comfortable
with political and economic Left-brain domination,
monopolistic competing toward total self-consuming
reiteratively ritualistic functions?

How would you compare broad cultural trends
between East and Western language
on a feminist vLeft-brain monopolistic dominant spectrum?

Which might be more ego-centric,
and which would you expect to be more eco-centric?

Where would you expect to find more
competitive vcooperative economic support structures?

Which would you expect to be more family-tribal-clan oriented
and which more individualistically ego-oriented?

Which more anthropocentric
and which more nurturing of all life-centric?

Who is more likely to be a feminist-cooperative economist,
a Permaculture Designer
or a Trumpican Party Platform Developer?

Why do you imagine our world,
our nation,
in this appositionally
correlated
way?

As a cooperatively intended illustration
of discovering political relativity 
within an economic bicameral lens,
let's compare our sacred colleague Charles Eisenstein's
description of "The Growth Imperative"
with a bracketed revision 
which might be entitled "A Regenerative Imperative."
This, not to suggest disagreement,
but to suggest dipolar co-arising confluence
through using both Left and Right lenses of consciousness:

"Abetted by technology, the commodification of formerly non-monetary goods and services has accelerated over the last few centuries, to the point today where very little is left outside the money realm."

[Abetted by double-binary balancing technology,
the decommodification of newly-commodified goods and services
is accelerating
over these last few decades,
to the point today
where surprisingly little is left
monopolistically 
inside the overly competitive quantification of value realm.]

"The vast commons, whether of land or of culture, has been cordoned off and sold--all to keep pace with the exponential growth of money."

[Our Commons of land and culture
and genetic-holonic individuation
continues ego- and anthro-centrically self-strangling
through dispossession of cooperative ownership--
all to keep pace with 
the exponential monopoly of quantifying reductive values,
distorting nurturing health as not quite core-wealth.]

"This is the deep reason why we convert forests to timber, songs to intellectual property, and so on."
[This is the deep ecology of why we permaculturally harvest forests
for timber,
culturally nurture songs toward cooperative intellectual property,
and so on,
yin toward yang
and back again 
balancing evolution.]

"It is why two-thirds of all American meals are now prepared outside the home."
[It is why two-thirds of all American meals
are now less nutritionally prepared
outside our under-valued
health-producing organic homes and lives.]

"It is why herbal folk remedies have given way to pharmaceutical medicines, why child care has become a paid service, why drinking water has been the number-one growth category in beverage sales."
[We, together, are why herbal folk remedies
could further enrich pharmaceutical medicines,
from which they originally derived,
why child care has become a paid
yet under-valued
service,
why bottled and labeled drink of nature's primally flowing health
has become the number-one competitive growth category
in what used to be
the Commons egalitarian river-flow of life.]

While we each have internalized theories
about what positive and negative correlations
we evolve between Left-deductive dominant
vfeminist-egalitarian values and disvalues,
co-relations only recently occurred to me
as what co-operative political assumption
feminist-ecologist-economist culture
may share as ubiquitously as individuated DNA
co-gravitates toward universal RNA syntax.

Buddhist, and Taoist, philosophy
calls dipolar correlations
"dependent co-arising"
while scientists may share this same principle
of thermodynamic,
electromagnetic,
and gravitational
co-elliptical curve-linear temporal balance
"endo/ecto-symbiotic evolution."

As inclusive theoretical physicists
and mathematicians
and statisticians
we might re-member political mutuality
of species evolution
as co-relation,
co-operation,
coincidental trend emergence
between two or more
interdependent dipolar-articulating variables.

Buckminster Fuller
labeled his entire geometric metaphysics of consciousness
and ecological development
after this primal principle
of interdependent co-arising "synergetics,"
steering
and re-ligioning
and re-cognizing 
synergy is to physics
as love is to metaphysics,
and perhaps economics
and eco-logic,
health and well-being,
co-operative Positive Psychology,
design and development ethics and organic health/wealth outcomes,
which begins to feel
like ethical policy development,
useful for a healthier political
and conversational
and familial
and ego/ecosystemic
balancing process.

Where I did not anticipate discovering 
mutually-dependent co-arising cooperation
was in the Prime-Origin field of Cosmology,
although a cursory glance at mythology,
shamanic teaching,
taoist co-existential paradox of evolving Yang/Yin principles
within nature
inclusive of human nature,
predicating male/female functional co-arising
and natural balance;
these were all,
in hindsight,
significant clues saying
"please don't be surprised
when you get to universally unitarian cosmology
as double-transparent co-gravitation of our Commons".

Dual transparency of Time
as Zero-dimensional negentropicentric space
bicamerally suggests
co-operative  gravitational power politics and economics
lie at the (0)-Soul Core Prime Relationship
of our global Origination Story.

Interdependent co-arising revolutions
continue unfolding
into our political lap
during this endangered
Cooperative Transitional Generation.



Poem Details | by Gerald Dillenbeck |
Categories: earth, environment, love, integrity,

The Lorax Sequel

I took the only seed of hope
for any future healthy Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not incubating extractors.

Ours is not to commodify 
what we did not recreate
for its sufficient regeneration,
to fairly claim any rights
to co-redemptive value.

You talk funny,
replied the Lorax.
go talk with your dead dinosaurs,
dying forests,
your failing gorillas
and polar bears,
and honey bees,
with all those fancy eco-political co-redemption
theories of cooperation.
See how they feel about their cooperative investment
in your sorry anthrocentric butt.

Not knowing quite what to say,
I thanked him for his sorry butt response
and brought this treasured seed back home
to learn what our ecotherapeutic community 
of mutual co-arisers
would most love to do
with and for our Tree of Earth's Truffula seed.

Eventually someone came up with a clever Permaculture Design strategy.
Someone way in the back,
no one is quite sure whom,
gasped out
"Why don't you plant the damn thing somewheres
the sun shines,
unlike your sorry butts."

So we did.
We took the seed out to the meadow
and planted it where it would provide grace-filling shade
and receive water from our roof's run-off barrels,
also planted around our home.

Trees of Truffula grow quickly
in rich nutrient-balanced organic compost,
much like the rest of us
receiving more confluent love,
mutually symbiotic nutrients,
and not so much competitive monochromatic drama,
monopolistic monoculturing pushy weedishness,
tumorous toxins subside in generous environments
of kind ecstatic contentment,
wise thoughtfulness of the 7th regeneration's future of time,
lovers of truth as deep ecological light,
co-redeemers of economic balance 
as eco-normic health as notnot pathology harmonics,
eco-multisystemic phyloregenetic linguists
of verbs as fractal-fold implicate-temporal icons 
with ionic mythic/logos Creation as ReGeneration Narrative
of Earth's Genesis,
polycultural  cooperatives for eco-political health 
emerging regenerativity research scientists and permacultural designers and investors,
rational and sane regenerators,
rehabilitators,
reconnectors,
religionaries of sustainable sacred-holonic life-system cooperation,
synergetic integrity.

Next thing you know
we have a first generation of decomposing leaves,
harvested flowers and berries,
and four perfectly balanced organic Truffula Tree seeds.

Once again our Permaculturist Family asked
how can we optimize this global future
for our children's children
with this regenerative offering
transported to where Earth as potential Heaven 
most needs such healthy wealth?

Again, dark back voice croaks,
"Why don't you give one to the North
to wave through winter's blasting wind.
One to the South
but not too far South
because coastlines become faultlines.
One to East of river
to cool her mourning grey water,
but not too high up
because aquifers grow absence,
like virtue grows sin.
One to the West horizon's mountains,
to profile all those red skies at night
you're always expecting here
in your positive psychology truth-telling,
yet eco-pathology denying, 
kinda way."

But, that's not what we did.

We brought one to the polar bears,
and one to the honeybees,
one to the gorillas,
and one to the tortoises,
and in return
they gave us eggs and honey,
regenerating nutritional lessons 
in cooperative tribal and permacultural living,
and how to stay grateful and warm
through climatic winter's hibernation.

From this we learned together
to live in this polyculturing economy,
this ecological therapeutic community,
like good cooperative organic fertilizers,
health farmers,
mutually benign co-parasites,
where I let you know
both what I need to invest in,
divest of,
and who I am to share,
and in exchange,
you tell me what I am to share that you need more of
and sometimes not quite so much of,
and what you have to share that might enrich 
my household's health.

As we become adept
with our endosymbiotic evolving Tree of Win-Win Cooperative Life,
we are diversifying our production/consumption balanced market,
mutually mentoring other communities
about what gorillas and forests,
polar bears and honey bees and tortoises teach us
and unfortunately have not learned from us,
about ecology of co-arising cooperative economics,
about becoming optimally regenerated and religioned,
co-redeemers of Earth's primal gift,
healthy life,
faithful to our co-regenerators past,
temporal bilateral memories still ebbing and flowing through each cell,
hopeful for our seven regeneration future


Poem Details | by Brian Otoole |
Categories: age, art, beauty, bird, culture, day, environment, faith, feelings, garden, god, image, inspiration, jesus, love, music, mythology, passion, pride, sun, sweet, tiger, wisdom, woman, world, write,

Lady Una and the Lion

Walking in the meadow of life on that summer day


Where she always loved to be at Una  walked along the steady stream 
As she picked up the white Lilly flower and put upon her hair of gold (princess of love)

And the daughter of a dander king
Una suddenly turned her head to the old orchard tree and begun to sing roman lullabies of joy

With tears of affection shed for the god who lives above the skies
At that moment she gazed back to the stream 
And there the lion stood so tall just like a king eyes wide looked to una 
As she went toward the mighty lion he went to her and utter'd thee words 
 I am a creature of pride with nothing to hide I am pure of heart true of courage with a mask of savage a mane gold as our hearts-

She became very happy and intrigued 
As she laid her gentle hands on upon the lion she spoke these words 
  -I love thee lion and by sun and moon I love thee freely as men strive for right;
I love thee purely in my old griefs and childhood's faith 

There a tiny lamb appears right next to her and the lion 
So small and graceful like a gift from god above 
The tiny lamb followed them further into the enchanted meadow sky as crystal blue and the wind is calm they drifted off strung into the world
To bring new love joy and courage to the world and spread good faith 

www.illusionsgallery.com/Una-Lion.html


Poem Details | by Reynaldo Mast |
Categories: abuse, adventure, anger, baby, betrayal, bullying, care, child, childhood, children, conflict, confusion, corruption, courage, crazy, culture, dark, death, desire, devotion, discrimination, emotions, environment, evil, faith, family, fear, friendship, grief, growing up, growth, heart, hope, horror, image, innocence, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, loss, lost love, love, me, memory, pain, poverty, sad, sick, strength, stress, sympathy, violence,

Physically and Mentally Abuse

I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear

Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm

When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane

I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes

I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries

I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs

As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call

With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay



Poem Details | by Nicolette Holness |
Categories: analogy, betrayal, boyfriend, change, confusion, depression, desire, dream, emotions, environment, faith, first love, for her, for him, girl, goodbye, heartbroken, home, hope, journey, life, loneliness, lonely, longing, lost, lost love, love, lust, memory, men, missing, missing you, moving on, pain, passion, places, poems, poetry, poets, relationship, spoken word, travel, trust, vanity, voyage, wind, woman, women, writing,

The Traveller's Unclaimed Land

He says he loves me then he says he loves me not
He loves me today but by tomorrow I'm forgot 
He runs from my love but returns wanting more
I guess I'm to blame for letting the traveler explore, 
See travellers just wander and are never here to stay
They admire the scenery and enjoy the display 
They tour the land and ride the attractions
So memories become their only subtractions,
They search for an experience that is what they yearn
The condition once they leave is none of their concern!
So how can the land be devoted and true 
When travellers come and go out of the blue.
The present is now and where he's travelled to,
But the past he calls home so he must return soon
Most likely just a visit although time can only tell, 
But what he lusts is in this land and he knows it very well
He may call that place home but its this land that he seeks
Travellers on a mission never realize until they hit their peek
He continues to damage this land down to its core 
So what's left to offer when their is nothing left in store?
The resources were depleted and the land left bare
He comes and goes as he pleases it doesn't seem fair;
See this land has been abused time and time again
Seeds that were planted, were means to an end
But pleasure and satisfaction was always accomplished
Because this land provided where the homeland was disadvantaged!
But despite the history and despite the trust
Submit to his urges is something he must.
So this time around his departure is permanent 
Lack of faith and loyalty was the final determinant.
The damage he caused cannot be rendered,
So his visitation rights he has surrendered!
So leave this land I say and never look back
This is the path you chose I hope you can stay on track,
Cause travellers have memories of the lands they have stained
But the land only remembers the one that remained!


Poem Details | by Marilyn Williams |
Categories: bird, creation, death, environment, fear, hope, love,

A Raven Twice Removed

This large dark creature fluffs its wings at me, causing fear and shame. However, I have done nothing wrong to it. Yet, it snares at me in painI am afraid, but I call to it and it comes close, but not near for fear Why is this creature afraid, or is it just the Human trade. I call, it comes, I show by my outstretched hands, then gently touches my hands and pecks Then, flies away a greeting we have made known, no more to be afraid. The Raven twice removed to come back another day.


Poem Details | by Perry Campanella |
Categories: adventure, environment, family, feelings, children, freedom, friendship, how i feel, imagination, longing, love, men, metaphor, social, summer, urban, women, youth,

Your Secret Place

Everyone should have a secret place
where everything is so beautiful, you just belong
as peaceful as a day is long, an out of your usual pace,
sounds of nature all about, where birds sing there song,

Meditation replaces frustration, along your happy trail
moving about streams, pine trees as tall as a waterfall
where pine cones grace a foliage landscape  so surreal,
woes are meaningless about green grass, lollypop bushes

A cool spring where skinny dipping hasn’t a sign to obey
trails going every which way, too choose, you can’t lose…
your way, this sunny day, misty spray, a couple out to play,
no weight to bare, deadlines to meet, nor fail too win

time only absent from laughter heard as children frolic there...
in a caressing manner, with her long hair draped about your face,
sounds echo off boulders where water flows by gallons everywhere
yes - your secret place, where good time memories are your true nature


Poem Details | by Sandip Goswami |
Categories: creation, encouraging, environment, fantasy, feelings, life, love,

I am alone on the Island of Death

I am alone on the island of death
Around the bodies of hundreds 
Natural disasters happened a little earlier 
All dead
My enemies, allies, relatives
Some of the most intimate

I am on mass of ruins
Loud noise...Moaning...Unbroken silent in a trice
I am just at the end
There are no tears in my eyes, no fear in chest
I am speechless

I am in the midst of so much death, destruction
Creation is alive
It's my responsibility to rotate the wheel again
Just me.

SANDIP GOSWAMI, INDIA