MOTHER NATURE’S  DIVINE INSPIRATION


Kick off creation with a Huge, Sweet ZING!
Wasn’t that the original reason for the thing?
Mother Nature said, “We’re going to make something new”
And  we’re going to do it with a little trick or two . . .

With a Huge, Sweet Zing, we’re going to kick off Creation
We’re going to do it smart with divine imagination
This orgasm thing is a brilliant inspiration
A neat, sweet, treat towards procreation
We’ll begin with flirtation, a little gyration
throw some animation into the celebration
From fascination right into infatuation
Anticipation will conquer hesitation
Some magnetic vibration, a growing sweet sensation . . .
Soon desperation becomes the motivation
then Manifestation of collaboration!
That hot, sweet hydration, exploding in elation!
And the world is whirled into sublime levitation!

Here’s where Mother Nature gets a standing Ovulation
For fertilization and then inpregnation
Next comes Gestation,  formation of cohabitation
Relation . . . lactation . . . and brand new generation
“Whoosh!” says Mother Nature, let’s have a celebration
My nifty little trick has created “Population!”

Every motivation needs a compensation
For this one Mother N. deserves Congratulation
If every act of creation had such divine fascination
think of all we could do with this kind of  inspiration!
If people got it off on kind consideration
On harmonization and true cooperation
The entire population of every single nation
Each organization and each denomination;
Perhaps we’d kiss goodbye unfair discrimination
Desperation, isolation, human devaluation;
Maybe even starvation and war’s annihilation.

If we got the Big “O” from Conservation
We might just see some stupendous transformation
Every big foundation and oily corporation
Would all  become concerned with vegetation reparation
Conservation would no longer be a low consideration
The good of the earth  would become their obligation
Reforestation would become their new fixation
Stopping global warming would be their dedication,
If they had the expectation of that whoope motivation.

If Congress could cum together with cooperation,
They might turn out to be a fit organization.
They might spend money on things like education.
The next generation might make graduation,
As well as learning how to think and use imagination
Creation, dedication, inspiration, motivation
Possibly together we could evade termination
Perhaps our glowing globe could escape annihilation
The next generation might hold the world’s salvation
If suddenly all the “me’s” had this mighty motivation . . .

Mother Nature said with sudden realization
“That’s exactly your problem, and here’s your explanation,
The reason for your present desperation situation
Is here in your last sentence - that tiny combination
The “M” and the “E” , in exactly that formation

Far too many of my worlds population
Think themselves the center of all creation
They forget about the “we” and about cooperation
They don’t give a damn about the next generation
Each one finds in “me” such fantastic fascination
Each one for his “me” has such sublime infatuation
So much admiration, adulation, adoration . . .”

Mother Nature’s brow furrowed in concentration
How to create another application
With a similar fascination to increase motivation?
One that would appeal to this self-centered population . . .
Who only cared about their own expectation . . .
Their own compensation, their own sensation . . .

Mother Nature laughed at her own imagination
“This may not work, but it’s worth examination
A whole new concept . . . we’ll call it masturbation . . .”


©Edwina Peterson Cross

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E.P. Cross, Results of MRI (Mildly Radical Insanity)

There is a considerable impingement of the dipwhipper by the 12th tine of the borkelfork; the 714th trolley secular car is anterior in conjunction with sha-la-la-la, this is complicated by the compression of bopbamaloo which is responsible for loss of signal in the schniddlemurk that results in she-bop-bam-boom! F-1 (phantom bomber) is deployed because the central canal has narrowed, causing flooding on the valley floor where  Fibro-oid-nad has gone ske-bumpus on the tiddley- twaddley. The preponderance of rhyme is evident though rhythm is in retropulsion causing deflection of kangaroo, i.e. Captain which all appear, with difficulty and Jeans (M.R. Green), to be more pronounced, due to a lisp and unwarranted giggles, occurring in the prior study.

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Prayer

There in your fullsnow moon
The lucent light
Will glide on silent snow
Gold-dust on diamonds
Sweet cream on pearls
Build a Snow Goddess there
With the cold, dry powder
And your bare, dreaming hands
Mold round her milkwhite, resonant breasts
Mellow, full of moon;
To nurture a starving world

My garden
Glows moist with the same moonlight
Here it is deep and damp                   
Serene and saturated
Kneeling in the wet black earth
I ask blessing for an earth gone dry
Slake the thirst, quench what is parched
Renew the seared, regenerate the withered
Kneeling in the calm tranquility of night
I ask peace for a world infected with war

My fingers form eyes deep with wisdom
My hands shape a face of clear compassion
Kneeling in the wet black earth, here in the dark
I will build a Goddess
Of violets and of rain
My cupped hands fill with sacred moonlight
My fingers close on hope
I will build                           
A Goddess
Of Love


©Edwina Peterson Cross

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