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I Told You I’d Be Back


EARTH DAY. 21 APRIL 2021

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Winter gives his last snowy brilliance

Decorating the Spring green in soft white fluff

Flocking the land for a final ‘I told you I’d be back’

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Sun and blue fill the morning in golden radiance

Glittering the land in a last push of winter’s silver shiver

The melt is here ready to give moist to the cold land

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Spring’s lust will not be denied for her bounty to rise

She will seed it, birth it hard to give her green to the Sun

To color the earth with each step of Persephone

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Winter gives his last glorious hooray and goodbye

The season has declared herself in the days longer

The land softening, opening to the call. She’s back

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jeanne Adwani @copyrights 2021

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Circle and Line


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Circles and Lines, patterns of spirals

angles and curves what about it all matters

In circle we connect, we unite, we commune

In lines we declare focus matter of facts

Straight forward or backwards in maybe

we make what happens to happen like that

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The way of the line can feel lonely

Line can get things done, get on the track

Alone on the line manifesting this and that

Circle can jabber and keep circling back

Till brilliance is coherent and ready

Not the slim line to walk take the broad path

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Lines and circles can be distorted

Jagged sharp or wandering curves

Coherence needs unity in community

For the Line to make things happen to procure

Are you a line or circle, are you soft or a knife?

Will you join in the brainstorm or spare with life?

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Sooner or later maybe tomorrow next week

The circle will gather to meet in retreat

Call the line to get busy, to ready, get things done

One needs the other, the other needs one

No right or wrong be it circle or line

There is us in the We, we all need to get life as One

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Jeanne adwani. @copyright

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Limerickies


Day 14… I think I’m a day bored writing a poem a day. So… Here are some really ridiculous Limericks. I Mean it. Corny, half baked, goddess know what.

Enjoy

The was this gal name Libby

She preferred living life in the City

Then one bright sunny day

She decided to the beach she’d go play

That Libby moved outta the City

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JoJo thought himself better than the rest

Especially at the board game of Chess

He Moved his castle to Check mate

Let his Queen take the King for her date

It all turned a wrong move made a mess

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That clever fox was some kind of wonder

Stalking Chickens and birds with a hunger

One day he was brave

Hid himself in the hay

The pitchfork came down in his blunder

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Pretty Milly was tired of dating

Her dates only wanted her for mating

Not that that was so bad

it could be fun, make her glad

Just that Milly wanted a permanent Lad
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Young Richard was full of mischief

His pleasure was to tease all the dipshits

He picked on the wrong one

Got his butt kicked before he could run

Now who was the really big dipshit?

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jeanne Adwani @copyright

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They’re Here


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Day 13   NaPoWriMo

Prompt … write a poem that is something I’d like to see in the news.. HA.

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Extra Extra, read all about it

ET’s have landed in Central Park and

London, Hampstead Heath NW3

An unprecedented moment in history

And Who of you has not been waiting?

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And you thought we are alone?  Ha

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Oh heck ya, and to be sure,

They have a message for all of us

They’re being a pretty shy up to now

Clearly calibrating themselves to our

Atmosphere which is pretty polluted

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And you believed the false authorities?

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No reason to be scared, they give no

Reason to be, so far they seem friendly

So be friendly back. be open minded

be generous of heart because they

have come a hell of a long way

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Be your own authority on this disclosure

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That’s my moto, give everyone a chance

No matter what alien life form they are

No matter what far off galaxy they come from

No matter what they look like hold on to kindness

Who travels light years from god knows where

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Earth is not the only inhabited planet

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So listen up humans and get a grip cause

There are some new peeps in town

They are going shift life as we know it

We need some shifting and disruption

We are not doing a great job taking care

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You heard it from me. The family has arrived

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Jeanne adwani@copyright

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When Spring Awakens


Forget me Not…

When Spring Awakes.               day 11

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Crystalline drops of rain soaked in Sun

Glitter drips from branches waiting to leaf

Air is sparked with the vivid waft of green

Earth trembles in the welcome of the deep drink

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A New Moon rises quietly in the vibrancy

Night brings the shelter of hidden places

And still the awakening rises to greet

Morning in her fresh verdancy

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The Solar Lunar marriage of life’s renewal

Sacred union in joined nurturance.

Patterning the seasons on the earth plane

Birth, life, death in cycles repeat

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It is in awakening to your life

A seed planted; a thought released

Creativity gathered to intention

Unified together in life renewing

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In Crystalline clarity soak in limitless Light

Beaming out into Infinite spaciousness

Charged with the luminescence of divine intent

Feel the trembling birth of your consciousness

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jeanne adwani. @2021

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GIVE IT TO KALI


KALI MA

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Give it to Kali, she’ll eat it.  She’s famished

Take all that shit that doesn’t serve your life.

the people, the job, the hoard. that negativity

Give it to Her, Give it to Kali’s belly

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She’s hungry, she can’t wait to eat it

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Rid yourself of all that wants take your sovereignty

All that wants to suck your goodness away

Everything that you let break your good flow

Give it to Kali, give it to her completely

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She’s so hungry for it, she cannot wait to eat it

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Look at her, she’s quivering with desire

She loves the rot and stench of your stink

Of all that you have gathered that smells

up your life with toxic dissidence

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She’s beside herself with craving for it

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She cannot wait to eat it up, gobble it down

Smack her lips with unabashed delight

It slithers down her throat in orgasmic pleasure

Give your shit to her, All of it, Hold nothing back

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She’s so very hungry. Feed Her!

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She will come for it if you don’t release it

She will eat it up whether you are ready or not

She knows that for your creativity to flourish

For your goodness to be alive and purposeful

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She wants to take all your malignant puss and eat it

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Give it to her. Not later on, Not tomorrow. Now!

Your life is a cesspool with that stuff you drag around

Let her drag it.  Let her take it and destroy it for you

Hell, She wants too.  Look how ready she is.  Drooling

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She’s ready.  Writhingly. Undulating with hunger

Give it to Her.  Give it to Kali.  She’ll eat it

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jeanne adwani. @Copyright. 2021

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She Didn’t Mind


   

do not know the artist…

day 5.     of national poetry month.

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The squirrel placed acorns in her pocket

Piled them in for the long winter rest

Invited the neighbors for a hide and seek

Making sure they couldn’t find her dress

She Didn’t mind

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The fox brought her cubs for a visit

Doing the circle dance around her

Sniffing her toes and fingertips

Giving a lick and nibble here and there

She didn’t mind

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Spring came and commented on the great melt

Pushing bright green up between her legs

Urging bloodroot to unfold their white bloom

In a halo of light around her head

She didn’t mind

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The meadow lark made a nest in her hair

Tweeted and chirped each weave carefully

Fluttered around her haloed head anxiously

Small eggs waiting to crack open

She didn’t mind

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Bees came buzzing, landing on her eyelids softly

Tracking the fresh pollen of Summers blossoms

With the chirp of baby birds mouths wide open begging

Gave a symphony to the forests awakening

She didn’t mind

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A travel walked deep into the forest foraging hen in the woods

Against an old oak tree rest a woman of twigs, moss, and Autumn’s leaves

An old nest of feathers and grass lay twined in the seasons of her hair. 

A hive of honey glistened from her mouth with the buzz of bees

She didn’t mind

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They hummed and buzzed in her heart, whirring from her womb

Broken acorns scattered over her waist, her fingertips were nibbled clean

In the delight of the many forest suiters who came to woo her

She didn’t mind

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He wondered of her as the bees bullied distance and ownership

Claimed her as their own with no trespassers allowed but the forest keepers

He left her there in that perfection of how life had found her at last  

She didn’t mind

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Jeanne adwani. copyright 2021

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I Love Myself Too Much Lose My Peace


I Love Myself Too Much to Lose My Peace.                 

          a pantoum

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I Love myself too much to lose my Peace

Chaos can’t have me in the cover of darkness

When fear comes out to feed on harmony

My inner flame rises a thousand kilowatts

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Chaos can’t have me in the cover of darkness

Breathing out the light of me into the unseen

My inner flame rises a thousand kilowatts

My exhale becomes a beacon in shadowland

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Breathing out the light of me into the unseen

What fear is this that wishes to consume me?

My exhale becomes a beacon in shadowland

I love my shadow as I love my light

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What fear is this that wishes to consume me?

To steal my brilliance into its dark worm hole

I love my shadow as I love my light

I take the fear to my mouth and swallow it

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To steal my brilliance into its dark worm hole

A passage that has no end in its beginning

I take the fear to my mouth and swallow it

There is expanse in me for this transformation

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A passage that has no end in its beginning

When fear comes out to feed on harmony

There is expanse in me for this transformation

I love myself too much to lose my Peace.

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Jeanne adwani   copyright

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WILD THING


This writing and this poem that will come at the 
end of this narrative, was inspired by Wendall Berry, 
The Peace of Wild Things, and Mary Oliver's poem 
Wild Geese.
It's the 'Wild' in both of these that called out to 
me this morning.  The freedom in the Wild that 
during this time of sequestered sheltering, doesn't 
feel so free, so wild.  So, I go into 'remembrance' 
of that first time when that wild freedom flowed over 
me and all I could do was let it have me.  I dedicate 
this Earth Day, this New Moon day, My day to The Wild.
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In 1966 the song Wild Thing came out. It seemed a 
call out to the way of the world then, one of the 
freedom calls of that era of Vietnam, free love, and 
the peace movement.  It felt a call to young women to 
let their freak flag fly, be groovy, make heart's sing.

Wild Thing
The Troggs
"Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything, groovy
Wild thing
Wild thing, I, think I love you
But I want to know for sure
So come on, and hold me tight
I love you
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything, groovy
Wild thing
Wild thing, I, think you move me
But I want to know for sure
So come on, and hold me tight
You move me
Wild thing
You make my heart sing
You make everything, groovy
Wild thing
Come on, come on, wild thing
Shake it, shake it, wild thing"

I had moved for that summer to Hamilton, ON to 
be part of a program put on by my Uncle, the priest.  
I lived in a German Lutheran Church parsonage on 
the edge of downtown Hamilton, with four other 
young people whose names I have forgotten.  
We were a diverse group, I was the only one from 
the U.S., and I was a family member of the leader.  
That placed me in a position of either being special 
in a suspicious way, or being that 'other' that was 
clearly a bit of a wild thing;  unpredictable, 
amusing and just cute enough to stir everyone's pot 
up with a certain charm. I was an unknown factor.  
I was liked, and often not trusted to be present in 
the way of the rules given down by my revered Uncle. 
I had rebellion written on my soul and there was no 
way to stop it.

I was a Wild Thing. My then boyfriend, Scotty, that I 
had left at home in Michigan, had sent me that record 
about a month into this program.  It came with a 
very endearing card of love and missing that tickle 
at my hearts edges.  I was already crushed out on one 
of my Uncles students that paid visit to us, probably 
to see how we were all doing on behalf of him. 
Henry, dear sweet Henry.  Someone I will never forget.

It was confusing for me at 18, sassy, cute, smart, 
curious beyond measure, to have a boyfriend at home, 
and this unique, 'older' guy really wanting to know 
me.  It brought the wild of me to all my surfaces and 
made my decisions based on the immediate rather than 
anything thought out.

Henry was willing to accommodate pretty much my every 
whim. I knew his crush on me made him vulnerable to 
my charms.  I took advantage of that with a frivolity 
I had no idea of it's hurtful and joyful impact, 
to both of us, to the program, to my uncle.  
In my playfulness, my spontaneity, my overall 
first-time-away-from-home freedom, I was pushing 
life's edges in ways that were freeing for me, and 
tedious and confusing for others.  
That awareness for me came later.  I was testing the 
world and people around me, finding where I might 
fit my creative, wild spirited self. 
Who were my people?  
What kind of Wild Thing would I be?

A Pantoum to The Wild.

Race the Wild self across freedom's radiance
Soar wide out into the vast unknown moments
Welcome the curious creative Spirit on fire
Hold back nothing in the Everything

Soar wide out into the vast unknown moments
Let the menace and frolic find pure release
Hold back nothing in the Everything
Earth, Fire, Air, Water are the orchestra

Let the menace and frolic find pure release
Be the clear channel of paradox in it's dance
Earth, Fire, Air, Water are the orchestra
Infinity is a boundless playground waiting.

BE the clear channel of paradox in it's dance
Welcome the curious creative Spirit on fire
Infinity is a boundless playground waiting
Race the Wild self across freedom's radiance

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I AM A POEM


I am a poem of painted symbols, ancient wisdoms
Crafted visuals, words with rhyme and reason 
in the no reason at all in inky color prisms

Color frequencies, Pirate girls, mystic Mama
Bengali Tiger, peace, and love, vampire bites
dripping blood, Dante's Furies and wordless drama

A her-story of talisman, primal remembrances 
A needled rapture of yesterdays longing 
etched beneath my tender flesh in my transparence

Yes it hurt with a celebrated welcome
Leave that judge of yours off my skin
I am rich in story as it is my rebellion 

Poetry becomes me. It is a wound I choose to wear
Even tho' you may read me on my surfaces
It's to the heart of me that waits the deeper share

copyright  jeanne adwani 

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