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Surprising Elders

I wonder if there are Elders
wise
or more perennially surprised
who, looking back at their youth,
regret all their erotic time
invested in having peak
experiential sex,

And wish they had, instead,
done something, most anything,
more left brain dominant,
more theoretically
politically correct,
more economically prominent.

I so hope not.

Better off, I feel sure,
invested in abundant splatters of messy,
sometimes musical, health

Than overly divested
away from EarthTribe’s gloriously peaking race
carried away by abstemious matters
of more disciplined pace
for securing capital infested wealth.

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It Is My Impression

I would just like to say
that it is my impression
that longer hair
and other flamboyant affectations
are male dominant immersions
from sadly dull camouflage
into the birthright
and left
of his trans-pangenderal sex.

And I would also like to say
that it is my impression

That wars
and bombs
and other ballistic
bad depressions
are far more likely
as our fast paced race
toward mass extinctions
are killing Earth’s
healthiest climate pace.

And I would further
not like to say
that it is my impression

While predative parasites inhabit
and colonize our landmass
we’re also trash dumping
our oceans
swamping our warnings wasted
polluting our breath
about rabid tendencies
to eat our own young
with sick competitions
in militaristic fun.

And I would just like to say
that it is my sad impression

Apartheid is shunning
and rabidity is plumbing
as life losing EarthTribes
continue succumbing
to Mutually Assured
RightWing Destruction,
MAD rabid bullies blaming
and judging
and shaming
while throwing away care
for all those Others
not part of We,
supremely straight white patriarchal
Me.

I would just like to say
that it is my mad impression

Grown in a sacrileged perspiring image
of JehovahGodYahweh’s
avenging AllahWe
maybe shouldn’t die off
quite so quietly
when Earth’s Great Rapture
smells like ecocide
rabid unraveling decidedly

What Gaia would just like to say
health is Her wealthiest impression

That wars
and bombs
and rabidity
are humanity’s
own RightBrain repressing
LeftBrain dominant depressing
historically hysterical
degenerative stupidity.

Note: With gratitude, and apologies, to the brilliant, creative, musical minds of Hair, the musical.

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Healthy Compassion Parties

I am deeply concerned,
worried,
anxious
that We The Humane Healthy People
need to calmly
and firmly say:

The Republican NATIONAL Party
no longer supports:
Public Health,
Mental/Spiritual Health,
Planetary Climate Health,
Cognitive/Emotive Integrity
Resilient Economic Wealth
Healthy Democracy.

A therapeutic
redemptive revival
of a trusted
true
and patriotic
Grand Old MultiCultural Party
requires pruning back through historic
toxicity
to the Eisenhower administration
channeling the Lincolnesque longing
for a more civil discourse
between those who are enslaved,
those who feel economically
and politically oppressed,
between loyal adversaries
sure of a United State of commitment
to public wellbeing,
green environmental and economic prosperity,
empowering profoundly co-empathic public health
and conservational safety.

My own Michigan
white privileged
homophobic
evangelical ChosenPeople
monotheistic father
never would have voted for a Hillary Clinton,

And he never would have voted for a Donald Trump
because of Anti-Christian vainglorious pride
in having no experience,
including veteran experience,
defending humane health
and sacred social safety.

The RNC owes We
The MultiCultural Democratic People
an apology
and reparations,

A therapeutic
bipartisan peace plan
for national resilience,
for global green health,
and for ecological-economic safety,
sanity,
EarthResonant security.

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Seeking Assurance

I am sad
and need reassurance
this choice was not bad
at the time of searching
Home’s new-found voice,
and is not bad
now,
and will not be bad
and sad
in my shortening future.

Diminishing now
into year by year forecasts,
no longer this seventieth decade
by assured next decade
sensing less reassured choices
may matter no longer than month
by sad and glad
life insurance payment
month.

When will I seize
my last happy budding Spring?

Will I recognize Her
when She whole-sum comes
to spread Her good
choice
seeds?

I am mad
to have purchased
a distressed property condo
and need soothing
by a distressed New England
rusty industrial historic community
on a distressed EarthTribe continent
on a distressed Earth crust
wet with rising
and thickening
sickening salt water.

I need way more
regenerative EarthHealth
systemic reassurance

Some better organized cooperative ownership,
stewardship,
management,
organic gardening,
co-invested harvesting
multicultural
and polyculturally robust
nonviolent communication.

I need expanding green
ecofeminist bicameral network
reassurance
I won’t die alone and sad
distressed
traumatized
chronically stressed
clinically depressed
politically repressed
economically Patriarchal-Capitalist suppressed
into win/lose arguments
competitive consumer markets
retail sales
on formerly sacred offering plates.

I feel sad
Christianity
and Islam
and Judaism
are so often for sale
to the lowest
capital survivalist fear-mongerer,
monocultural anthro-supremacist,
anti-godly
StraightWhiteMale
historically royal privilegedest.

I feel bad
that nonviolent communication,
trusting in HealthyDemocracy dialogue
more than SicKleptocracy debate
to divide and separate,

That Compassion Deep Learning Therapy
is seldom applied
to Presidential Cooperative Dialogues,
to BiPartisan Green EcoPolicy Conventions
for healthiest international
continential
national
state
county
and/or local levels
of organizing our EarthTribe CoOperative Habitats,
organically co-invested
like any healthy regenerative body
property
mind
soul
nature
systemic antiracist spirit

Not quite so distressed
as this condominium association
I invested in last year
and foolishly graduated
into a successful election
to a kinda right wing
real estate fascist
clearly not green cooperative WOKE
executive board of toothless
so unsmiling
sad
mad
feeling bad
Patriarchal-Capitalist Directors

Expecting CondoMinions
to hold our breath
till cost-ineffective budgets
stop overheating
and exploding toward bankruptcy,

Systemically unravelling
while absentee owners
thoughtlessly protect their polished sharpened nails
admiring their gleaming hard right reach
toward God’s great individualistic inspiring destiny
in this RealProperty Land
where cash
and Straight White Patriarchs
are historically-correct
monoculturing Kings

Feeling climate casualty sad,

Needing reassurance
next year’s profits,
and preferably next quarter’s,
will continue to outpace
egregiously inflated
and taxed socialistic costs.

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Cooperative Journeys

It interests me,
this journey into the garden
each spring
to notice how diverse vegies
and flowers,
edibles
and ornamentals,
pollinators
and soil enrichers,
work cooperatively together
when they can

My own planning part
notices potential competitions,
for light
water
deeper top soil,
but these pursue
optimizing cooperation
to jointly thrive,
not competition
to barely survive
trauma,
stress,
pain,
loss,
duress.

While sitting in the shade
looking over a host of community gardens
enlivened
and enriched
by cooperative community gardeners,

I recall business
and even public sector classrooms
worshiping at the win/lose altar
of capital investment

Sure,
without responsible question,
that at the end of our lifetime journey
we will be celebrated by our successful oppressions,
suppressions of the vanquishable
repressions of the feminist weak
within ourselves
our gardens
our families
and compassionate friends.

This has not been my experience,
that I am celebrated by,
and for,
those I have divested of
like obstacles to overpower,
mere consumer subjects
to satiate into silence,
to financially abuse,
to emotionally neglect.

Whether contemplating
another spring season
of cooperative community gardens
or harvesting reasons
at the end of a long midsummer dream

In which we are religiously celebrated
for our multicultural passions
and polycultural communion,
participating in EarthTribe’s
cooperatively redemptive journey
back toward green
pristine Eden.

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Relationships I Hope For

I need clear blue rivers of life
to not always flow away from me,
in some direction
I can’t
or won’t
go right now.

I need green commitments to home
to feel mutually nurturing,
sheltering,
organic,
peaceful,
cooperatively engaging
in nonviolent communion,
co-passionate integrity
of sacred emergent space.

I need the sky
to not always feel grey,
dampening my curious natural spirits.
Instead,
I want to always imagine,
as needed,
as invited,
as if sun summoned,
a radiant blue sky
singing reflections
of invisible spinning stars
on the other
lighter side
of deepest icy winter’s
dense
dull
dark cloud bank
of settled in oppression.

I need rich black soil
to support my feet,
my nose,
my stomach,
green trees,
brightly colored plants
and amazing animated animals
giving back robust excretions,
reparations for past extractions,
borrowed co-investments
infesting EarthTribal
creolizing rich brown humus.

I need my rain-bowed neighbors
to notice
applaud
cheer
celebrate
when two elegantly athletic white swans
sensationally fly upstream
to hang out at our downtown harbor
where we eat
and drink,
rest
and float,
dream
and gloat,
on land
and sandy water,
at least side by side,
if not honking happy
swimming together.

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Shunning ElephanTowers

I invite all human kind
to shun Trumpeting Towers
because they are irrelevant
to all MeWe things therapeutic

And because
my depressing blues signs
and green songs
tell
and retell
ultra-nonviolet me

we don’t feed narcissistic
angry red
rabidly stampeding
ballistic elephants.

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Abyss of EarthTribe Bliss

Tears of joy
are so much sweeter
than tears
and fears of sorrow

Yet no more resonantly
or less dissonantly
salty

With EarthTribe’s life-giving womb
recreating
oceanic awe,

Deeply organic
whole-sum
wandering wonder.

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When Wrong Goes Right

When bad choices
speak in wrong voices
delivering shame,
deserving shunning
and irrepressible self-blame,

Reconsider this jump
from bad choices
to “wrong” voices
unable to consider tomorrow’s
potential more right rejoices.

No one of us humans
has divine omnipotent might
to make all the right omniscient choices
spoken belatedly by unchosen judgment voices

To be omnipresently good
and regeneratively healthy
and impenetrably safe
for ourselves
for our loved ones
for our species
for our plants
and living planet
at all times,
in all multicultural inside places,
and polyculturally robust
outside wealthy spaces.

On better days,
well fed and watered and rested,
we may try more benevolent curiosity
about why feeling good
and healthy
can seem so frustratingly short
and insignificantly small
compared to long time
and large resources

Invested by patriarchal god-fearing
straight white corporate capitalists
to entertainingly seduce
and identity reduce
you into isolating bad faith consumer
feelings

Erupting in egocentric
left-hemisphere dominant voices
that habitually collapse
bad
unhealthy absence
of potential right hemisphere co-relational rejoices
into inevitably wrong
unwealthy feminist choices

Speaking in wrong voices
delivering shame
deserving dark fame
swamped by irrepressible self blame.

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