Conch shell sea gem and sea snail
Horn held tone gyrates the tritonis trumpet
Note blown ending battles on a splinted scale
Epitome depictions make cameo’s regret
Emergent higher seas, onward this ship shall sail
Tidal wave warnings of an uprising onset
Asked the crowning Trees
of their Grass rooting neighbors
When you feel like singing
while dancing
are you more likely to invoke devotion
to capitalism's competitions
or compassion's cooperation?
Responsive chords,
amusing reeds
and whistling thistles
shyly reply
When we feel most wealthy voiced
and healthy choiced
are we more likely to invest
in red soiled cults
of secular supremacy
or green cultures
of sacred communion?
MotherTrees of crowning shade
for their root systemic neighbors
flexed their branching muscles
groaning
moaning through Earth's wind
and rain,
heat
and pain
Our best way to heal
Othering smothering instincts
is to repair our shared cooperative soil
restoring EarthPeace soul
of co-invested health
Thereby growing out
our shared climate
with compassion's devoted wealth
Sang the crowning Trees
while dancing with Grass rooting
up shooting
neighbors.
Tak oor grund from beneath oor hurdies
Burn oor birches aside the lough,
Besmirch hard fecht fur freedom,
Dictating oor days tae come,
No from the pint o a gun,
Fae laws an promises broken.
Lees an lees spout forth like watter
Lives expended as if they dinnae matter,
Feel the Jacobite spirit again,
Ready tae fecht like scotsmen again,
Like warrior poets risen from the glen,
Fae the mists o the past remember,
Oor freedom wis wun sending Edward hame,
Yon wis the past a new war begun noo,
No wi claymores ,targes an guns,
This time its ideals an Eton buffers,
Those who wid sell oor birthrights
Tae mak us slaves an servile peasants,
Using stealth ,treachery an unco ither weys
Rogues they be crooks ,cheats and thieves
Seeming beyond reproach wi things hidden
Frae us puir mortals aye they wull dae us doon,
Sic a time as this tae fecht fur whit is oors
Naw mair begging fur aa few scraps
Fae a table fu wi guid things ,
Scraps urny fur us we ur free loons
Burthit free an deeing we wull be free,
Ur ye ready tae rise yince agin?
Andrew P mcintyre 14/09/2020
Beauty
in motion,
sacred mystery
lies in tied conjugal ritual
of Yin's want
rising up
and out
to engage cosmic need
coming Yang down
penetrating in
My rising want
conjoins His incoming need
co-arises wanting here
and needing now
Sacred space
and timeless
peak experience time
Integrity
and freedom
of boundless EarthTribe time.
BiPartisan communion
resilient Yang strength
flowing Yintegrity's resonance.
Co-therapy
where trauma cannot survive
such compassionate verbal
and mostly nonverbal
co-empathic
1/0
universally here
uniting now
compassion's communication.
Want uprising
deep incoming need
as resonant warm wonder
invites resilient unconditional awe.
From aquifer be low
Break surface
Babbling babbling upwell
Plumos in addy.
Purest Earthblood
Clear clean simplicity
Flow cool and true
Always your level
Quietly condially unremitting
Was it him?
No,
his brothers
tied grenades.
on dead black birds
heaved them high.
to fly, wings tied back,
up to a third story balcony.
cicadas voicing anger at the latest abduction ~ frogs silent
a wealth of rubies
cardinals among berries
red hibiscus bloom
crimson sun sinking
leaving vivid trails of fire
on scarlet roses
dragonflies emerge
going everywhere, silent
on soft carmine wings
Tarmac erupts, pushed
by such a force
that the crust splits
to reveal life unfurling.
How could such fragile leaves
exert such power?
A surface rolled hard
by the work of men
to make a path
has been defied.
The dandelions raise
as a green flag
their leaves,
the sign of nature's strength
soon to celebrate in gold,
all a buzz.
Between you and me
Longer is the stream of agony
I am out of breath
You may know
Yet, my mute feelings,
Ages ago,
Are surprised
Waking up
I shake my thoughts
The words are displaced between my wings
I see you revolt,
I take off the robe
Pulling my crooked legs together
I cover the skinny body
Declaring rebellion while erect
And my chest for storms is content.
Poem by/ Dr. Hassan Mohammed Al-Emrany
Egypt - Minya - Bani Omran
A Joyous Uprising!
Let joy be a revolution!
The uprising of joy
Overtakes
All heaviness!
All worry!
All confusion!
Create a major splash
In the atmosphere
Causing rearrangements!
Create new combinations
Allow the joy of yellow
And the passion of red
To combine!
Combine and watch
Putting passion in your joy
Joy into your passion
Watch for combinations
Bringing forth expressions
that haven’t been heard!
Let joy be a revolution
A Joyous Uprising!
Let it bring a new sensation
A feeling of contentment!
Let joy be the foundation
For a world of love and peace!
Let us see its face!
flag
a train runs over me and mine
indifferent to our
cries its moguls feed without blinking are incredulous
masses going to swell to occasion grace is it
to be sheep suckled on milks of
savage pride while honey-blessed malnourished
legions no longer bleat they howl with mutant
alchemy grey towers conjure only
more foul-magic talismans to throw dogs empty
bones will not satisfy even sparrows consume themselves in famine
they'll have to kill me i'll not taint myself in
their unholy rag i've seen them eat their children and pimp
their own to strangers
he began to weep rivers of flame and bleed armies of rage
too late to quench tiger-fire soon will femur
trumpets wail chod-rite cymbals crash all urns of sin spill forth
lava-like consuming marionette and masters in
ancient ways known to all
rb '90
Why do i, in agony writhe when
thine eyes, draw a curtain to my plight.
When words screech for attention, you only perceive verbose melodrama.
Or perhaps you live in spite of a class in strife?
And that you guise in colours of safron and never knew what it means to be Red.
Such is the nature of your love for this land.
Such is your justice, such is the nature of the judgement you've drawn in your hand.
You who hath justified loot and plunder
Count the casualties of intense struggle.
A mere statistic. An amoral victory.
I know that your masters are fragile
But must You tremble and cower
in the presence of a spectre;
The sights and sound of a distant red cry.
Or is it that it is not a ghost you see but the myriad hammers and sickles of a justice so real; served at last.
The leaves have started to show off their sprout
A new an glorious start to an new an In bombing mood
The rivers an streams start to flow with grace and insurance peace
The bees fly along side the lilies as the grass becomes fuller
So much beautiful as the springs before
As the birds sing me a singth the the most prettiest song to wake
As the glory of sun dances upon my face
An the crickets sing the most beautiful song to sleep
Thanks Tim kegley
winter leaving
smells of spring uprising --
exuberant
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