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Same Old Song ReDanced

When singing a splendid solo
in a public place
becomes a political act,

When dancing a diva duet
in your mama’s public space
becomes a barely tolerable act
for economic and politically powerful developers,

Then opportunities for communion
have devolved into too uncivil communities
for cooperative eco-social resilience.

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Virgin Spring

We each have that early spring
post-matriarchal
un-hibernating
emerging from EarthMother moment,

An awareness memory
of late winter’s pregnant demands
to cramp and thrust forward
patriarchally over-powering
in full summer’s fertile august strength.

We each have this great green climate moment
of silent anticipation
bringing all our ancients gathered
and returning reborn music
danced in-between winter
and spring’s wild awakening
win winning together
seamlessly

All climates marched before
with all moods augustly septumbering behind
health/wealth bicamerally reiterating after

We each share one Great Matriarchal Transition
early springing out all over memory metaphors
of EarthMother’s first heart-felt song
sung inside late winter’s last hibernating
passive moments of bipolar unconsciousness

Marching into win/lose political
and economic
and personal
and natural/spiritual dipolar climates
and metaphoric moods,
conflicted/restricted voices
heard in slow-jazzed magic soul

As Pisces twins float midway
between healthy swimming heaven
and pathological hell
bi-fractally fifth-dimension
Aquarian EarthClimate ascendent

Emerging pregnant with creative nondual tension
as a regenerating inside/outside new mom moon

Transitional integrity’s annual fullness
reborn win-win EarthPatriotic power
of a liberating Virgo’s
august appolonian/dionysian
yang/yin
east/west LeftDominant
south/north RightRecessive revolutionary prominent
march toward democratic health/wealth
EarthCentric promise
with 2020 reverse-hierarchical ReVision.

Reborn of FatherNorth
and MotherSouth soils
and ancient DNA fractal regenerations

Zero ZenZone bicameral souls
of jazz dance left springing up and out
with gospel soul sung winter force/source right

Marching reborn
Matriarchal/Patriarch restoring justice,

Non-violent communicating embodied co-passions,
Pisces twins swim-dance
with spiritual gospel win/win Virgin muses
east with west
right early spring left late winter
in grateful green anticipation.

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Nursing Home Rapper

In the multi-racial nursing home
to bent and broken bodies
in broken bent back wheelchairs
longing to free roam,
said the black lives matter rapper:

When your woman leaves you,
and your man is gone
without a reason
or a fare thee swell season,
Getting mad at life
ain’t so deadly wrong

You go ahead!
Let’s get angry.
That’s your right.
Let’s swing this fight!

Take your meds,
the ones prescribed
And not those others
Steal your might.

Eat something right
and drink your water,
Go on outside
and play spin the bottle
and see some sight
that helps you maybe feel more right.

Find your music.
Tunes long tried
You’ve memorized
Until they had to die inside.

And when you’re tired
you sleep,
Take a nap
Join those voices
heard long gone before,
Who never knew
you lost most choices

To want to wait,
to stay awake.
Don’t want to miss
what might not happen
without your last blessed kiss.

But don’t worry
We got this,
what you’ve not yet used up

It’s not a lot
but I promise you
Although we’re young
and only think we’re smart,
We’ll do our best,
We’ll take our part

To forward march
to your grandkids
at least as much
as you’ve left us,
a little parched.

That ain’t much
but it’s my promise
To share your music,
To take our rest
when it’s our time
to worry less
about who sleep takes
than who’s just pretending
to stay wide awake
for further mending.

You go ahead!
Let’s not get hungry
We’re inside right,
so let’s end this trite
and tired unsightly
RightWing fight!

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The Leadership Convention

When potable water nearly disappeared,
good faith communities
for healthy living
water,
Earth,
people,
plants,
soil,
air,

Fire-breathing resistance churches
and calmer rapture temples,
synagogues,
mosques,
green post-millennial sanctuaries,
Gaian ecofeminist fire-circles
gathered their members and neighboring allies,
republican nationalists,
green democrats,
ecosystemic libertarian zeroists,

To discuss and discern
which potential Presidential
and Vice-Presidential candidates to nominate
for next year’s Master Facilitator
and EcoFeminist WiseElder duo
for local through global eco-governing communications;
first listening
then summarizing co-passionate WinWin thoughts
with EarthSoul magnanimous feelings,

Each of these partisan constituencies, discerning together,
could synergetically support,
install in office,
invest our healthiest wealth in ongoing resilient empowerment
for Earth
and all EarthTribal living organic species,

As predicted by their nominees’ past words
actions
cooperative non-violent co-investments
in healthiest wealth
for cooperatively empowering outcomes,
for economically resilient long-term through short-term healthy wealth,
for WinWin wealthy health outcomes,
for universally democratic energy
within unitarian regenerative bilateral timeless boundaries
of ReCreation Time for healing
wounded living waters.

Up and down both sides of our River Jordan,
their Yangste River,
their Thames
their Nile
their Amazon
their Salmon Rivers,
sacred fire-circles burned
reflecting FullMoon promise,
as each party caucus
within each gospel health-seeking community
compiled wish lists
and bucket lists
for nominees who healthiest exemplify,
wealthiest speak up for,
and walk with LeftBrain knowledge
and RightBrain wisdom,

Holonic strength and holy flow powers,
building resilient health systems
and bilateral WinWin gaming experience,
Merging deductive memories with wealthy inductive images,
WinWin political thoughts
without WinLose ambiguously dissonant economic feelings,

High priority candidates
have love-marketing experience and healthy passion-speaking training.

We asked each other,
When did potential nominees experience global cooperative listening
before teaching and preaching WinWin ego/eco-solidarity facilitation

Explicitly knowing dipolar health
conjoining implicately-felt wealth,
Yang-visioned with Yin-listening
non-violent communicators

Healthy mentor ministering EarthSoul musings,
preferably Left and RightBrain amusing.

We searched names with cooperative green non-violent communication histories.
Voices flew back and forth,
on and off line,
up and down our dying river,
still trickling faithfully away
in Her mossy green bed,
not quite dead,
hoping for a consensual co-facilitator
for a democratically thirsty
and decreasingly healthy, Valley

Still supporting green gospel-communicating diversity
courageously and curiously
exploring leadership healthy-wealth
co-investing in WinWin multiculturing integrity.

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Singing FullVoiced

I speak in LeftBrain dominant
because all speech is Left/Right indivisibly prominent.
But, at my LeftMind best
at least I speak against colonizing oppression
repression of creolizing co-acclimation,
suppression of RightBody emotive intelligence
for health and nutrition EarthTribe loyalty,
wildly enthusiastic radical feminist fealty
enthymeming ancient eco-speakers
silently acting out with trees
in full moon clenching dreams.

I sing in RightBrain effluent
because all non-verbal muses
and myths
emotive mists are RightBodied
non-dominating communication affluent

With respect for bilaterally graced
EarthTribal nature/spirit-laws
nurturing health and nutrition compassion
cooperatively-held by non-violent revolutionary ecofeminists,

Matriarchally silent singing
within MotherTree reverse-hierarchical nurture memories
root systemically experiencing renewing moon motions
disclinating night-mare
dark muse of re-memories rebirthing
curiously courageous pro-active hope.

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Scriptures of Communion

In prose,
Writers hope to accurately capture
both felt and thought experiences,
realistic and unrealistic,
in a way that suggests
our writer knows and can deeply feel
the differences and similarities
between realistic and not so much.

Poets hope to not only capture
accurately felt and thought experiences,
realistic and unrealistic,
natural and spiritual,
but share this internal experience
embedding and thereby challenging
writers’ readers in shared language of communion.

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Black Life Shatters

My oldest son,
one of the few Earth-mattering
Earth-shattering
Black lives
I was made to protect
to guide
by eco-righteous WinWin acts
and co-passioning words,

Felt, and therefore was, disempowered,
worthless,
like helpless prey among predators
who listen to the same rap,
same urban Earth writes,
same multicultural performances,
When a gun was dispassionately pointed at his head.

This was only tangentially about an economic exchange
primal, personally and politically, targeted.

He felt violated,
and threatened,
already home and identity invaded,
when forced to hand over his car keys,
and the back door
and front door
keys to his home.

He knows these guys,
where to find them on Facebook,
at the casino,
in the dance and rap clubs
where he invested
infested
while still in high school.

Urban night school, unEarthly,
earthy
darkly sensual.

He does not know where to find them in church.
Gospel music is for grandmothers.
Liturgical dance,
sacred rituals,
are for outside romance
on warm wet wombed erotic nights.

He felt naked
exposed
terrified when they demanded his last dime.

This is his biggest and baddest bully,
his most deeply echoing “LOSER!”
His darkest dirge
speaking of suicidal revenge.

Or prison,
where Earth’s great white patriarchal State,
will put a gun to his head
and force him to remove his clothes
and bend over
to assume the even more lost position,

Raped of any future hope
to rest outdoors
after an ecstatic liturgical dance
under a romantic full moon
rapping
and dancing
ultra-violet variations
on a warm wet wombed
bright delight.
Not So Bright Delight

You talk our talk
like Black Lives Matter,
but you walk your own walk
as Black lives shatter,
Brown lives stutter,
Green lives splinter.

What’s a-matter?

You want to want
all lives to splatter?
Might hear to hear
RealTalk ain’t chatter,

You eat to eat
friends heads on platters.
We taste to see
your fake get fatter.

Your act is tired.
Your allies scatter.
You need to feed
on guns’ disaster.

Come on now, Felix,
What’s a-matter?
Where’s your commitment
to Black Lives Matter?

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