Ports O’Call: The Journey Homethrough Harbors Three of Earth-Heart-Hearth the Hold – the Held – the Beholden

By Michael D. O'Kelly

Existence has miraculously bequeathed Earth and Humanity and all species of life with “breath-brain” capacities to use forces of THE HOLD in so many Ports of Call victories leading to grasps of THE HELD wherein love-soul-mate belongsongs and their harmonies become families/cultures/arts of THE BEHOLDEN. Herein, poetries-sciences-thoughts launch a new journey HOME. It’s ancient CALL calls anew across a very old , newly heating plasticized, sea.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Apr 11, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669818120

Michael D. O'Kelly

MICHAEL D. O’KELLY’S degreed pursuits of theater, Unitarian Universalist ministry( Emeritus ) and psychology are all still “bit-parts” de?ning his “retirement.” The pursuit of writing does the directing now. “Poet” persists as the de?ning title. His 2010 publication – Glistenings: Till Death Do Us Part – is a poetry/song memorial to Marilyn, his wife of forty-nine years: a true love story past the ends of death and dying. Glistenings became a “prelude” to ALTARPIECES. Planned for the coming year are the follow-up book(s) to ALTARPIECES and a children’s story. He has three children, three grandchildren, and lives on a hill in West Virginia.

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CONTENTS

Weighing Anchor to Begin The Journey

Introductory Note

If I Should Live Another Day

Some Notes of Passage

This Ports O’call Is for Me – Myself & I

(As In Werus) – Beholding

Hold Tight!

Dedication – Journeyers Of The Journey Home

It’s Not Easy

Prologue Poem

The Tear Drop Memorial

Me Reading from Altarpieces

Preface Ho!!

Land Ho! Like A Bee One A Flower

Salvation H O!

Where Will I Go?

On Polishing The Finish

Ponder These Calls From These Seaworthy Writers

Continuum of the Continuum To Be Continued

My Ports O’call in Writing

GOTMOL

Xanadu Calls

Beauty and The Hohebeho

Family Beauty of The Hohebho From Illinois

Family Duty Hohebeho from Ireland

Poanswer

Some Gracenotes To Ho I St The Mast

But First –The Ship of Theseus

Hoist The Gollywobbler!

Rites of Passage

The Pancake – The Doughnut –

The Oreo – Desert/Dessert

O I O

This Photheobehoion

In All – Behold The Glue That Holds

1 – Origins of The Image

2 – Craft of The Sobehoah

Where Did You Go?

3 – Afiradapo – Poioesis

4 – The Belongsong Breaths of The Quintetoion

5 – Quotes from Campbell and Eliade & My Pophisigoion

6 – The Prihotheobehoion of The Held

7 – Origin Of O I O

Pupil To Pupil To–––Portal

Primary Lesson

1 – Breathing The Quintetoion

2 – Of Poetry and The Poiesisoion

A Harbor Moment To Ponder What’s Happening

I Ponder Much

Each Day

3 – SQP – OIO and The Hohebeho

If I Could Hold You

4 – Issues from The Fiforonat

5 – Summary with Aspects of Fine Structure Constant

Epic Journey

Emerson’s Oversoul

Voyage Blessing

The Next Port O’ Call –– Calling

I Don’t Know

On Steering The Hohebeho Through The Flow

Another Three Mast Sahasa Image

Graduation Invocation Of June 1979

D O C K I N G

The Trilogoion – with My Card Logo

Ahoy! These Ports O’call –

Behold The Ships At This Port O’call Of Freedom

A Say from The Way Of – T H A Y

Where Will I Go From Here?

And Thiis Ahoy! On The Journey Home!

"Just In Time.

O! There are times

Paradiso

Glossary

A Reality Feast Of The Speak-Easy Feat Of Ea

Stay with Me – 8/7/21

Perhaps It’s Just A Whim Poem

About The Author

Life’s Covenantal Embrace

Epilogue Poem – One Acts A Life’s Aria

Anchors

Weighed

Dear Humanity –

IMAGES

Front Cover—Schooner (with Gollywobbler)—Photo by Dick Thies, Flickr

Poseidon’s Chariot

Ports O’Call: Village: Dead Or Alive from LA Magazine.

Tear Drop. James Rick, Photographer on Reddix

The Author presenting 9/11/2001ODE from Altarpieces at 9/11 20th Anniversary in Clarksburg, WV

My Bee on a Flower

Choir from Internet

My drawing of the Syntangoion

My close friend, Phoebe Oshirak, with her Great Grandchildren

Roadside artisan, John, from Ireland

Bell Ringer from GOTMOL

The Three Dancers from Sympathies

My card Logo

The Glue That Holds from Scientific American

Me-Marilyn-DaisyDew

Ship for Epic Journey ship.jpg

Three Horses from Marilyn’s art works

Ship Safe Home in Harbor from Pixabay

Me Holding DaisyDew in her last days

Tall Ship at stormy sea – my MADEOSEKA

Wooden Anchor emblem from my childhood desk

Author’s Signature Image

Back cover are my photos.

[Note: I have designed all my books covers and interior pages to give a visual as well as a holding feel of the subject—hoping to facilitate an openness to the pages and to add recognizable steppingstones for any reader’s journey across the seas, the seams, the streams of their own flow and breaths of home.]

‘I’

WEIGHING ANCHOR TO BEGIN THE JOURNEY

All Aboard! Just a few dock-shove-off notes packed into THE HOLD for this craft’s Journey Home. Think of this book (Earth?!) as a ship of poetic-scientific-spiritual meditation – with essays that engage current events and fill the sails with reaches into the meaning of life and living a life of meaning. Within this voyage of Odyssean-like passages of destiny are the developing tense-theater between science and religion and humanity’s climate/virus/political/global-peace challenges. Herein a triune concept – see both hands holding the helm – that connects with all trinitarian thought ever formulated to comprehend our Past-Present-Future existence. Behold – THE HOLD – THE HELD -THE BEHOLDEN! These formulate, perhaps, just my life-lived-peek into the mystery of why we are as we are. Embedded in that mystery is the creature necessity of comprehension-breathing-poetries, which, herein, get their connection to how we and the universe work together: as a ship floats/sails the sea with life that finds its harbors—answers/creates its own Ports O’Call. Ahh! Mere Theory. Just Poetries of Death&Breath – Predation&Procreation – Exhalation&Inhalation! Perhaps! But seemingly quite a seaworthy navigation – with various wordplays to navigate where/how the polarities of existence COVENANT to hoist the I flame of our consciousness. That emergent candle (like AFIRADAPO - A Fireflies At Dawn Poiesis) of ever-dawning immanence-inspiration-identity-innovation. Indeed, EARTH ALERT [Epiphanic Arias of Existential Angst and Everyday Aspiration] – EA – of this meditative reach to breach and teach how our bow-thrusts the waves of EARTH-HEART-HEARTH-BREATH-PEACE-RELEASE, ET AL. Welcome Aboard. Steady as she goes. Ahead’s a breathe-deep, diaphragmatic sea of Hold&Release. I’m here to ho-i-st the Held of the SAHASA (Safe-Harbor-Sanctum) to help you/us catch the Beholden wind and Stay The Course!! Follow the sun with a pilot’s rope-rigging-sense of sail mastery in the swerving currents of truths awash with the unknown; bow-waves ever-cresting as forms of foam, fathoms of fact: Earth’s Abyssean Sea!

Hold-On!!

MDOK

2/22

INTRODUCTORY NOTE

I’ll be 88 when this book is published (AIP/Aging In Place with RIP/Regenerative Inspired Projects) – not knowing what challenges tomorrow may bring – but knowing they will surely be there. I have finished this composition, knowing that I could spend additional weeks into some beyond – refining, adding, and simplifying areas where the stepping-stones are slippery and the connectives wiggly. I probably should apologize for the heavy sea of neologisms that carry the concepts, which I show, as best I can, really come from everyday’s lifeboat bow-waves splashing our face: everyday re-lation–ships ever-taking us on voyages of necessity to new Ports O’Call. (Check Glossary often.) It’s The Journey Home –

[HAPEHOME[Humanity’sAddressPlanetEarth–Humanity’sOwnMotherEarth] – with beauty-truth-justice and their antagonisms – in the same ocean as a life of Hope&Happiness and death’s final anchor. Throughout, I’ve staged THE HOLD (back cover image of butterfly-zinnia) as the Absolute Existential Affinity holding all reality together— Galaxies to Giraffes—Cosmos to Computers—Big Bang to Bluebirds. That same holding reality, is holding us—as self-conscious creatures – with a Real Immanent Presence of being HELD (back cover image of me, wife and dog in the grace of being held and knowing its feel). Behold that grasp of self being affirmed/loved in one’s own time, mind, and peace-place. From that same pervasive holding working through humanity there emerges all the BEHOLDENS (back cover image of family gathering at Christmas): such are the cultures of beauty-truth-justice-home – that give us lives of meaning, purpose, resolve, and the courage of this voyage to create and reach commanding Ports O’ Call with the significances of living hopes and promises of the future. So, we can say: O To Live Our Beholdens from Our Helds . . . all of which become manifest and living because of THE HOLD’s pervasive-primal structuring of existence. And, so it is, that we experience an Emergent Afflatus of Belonging, as in being Held and becoming Beholden to our truest holding tones of beloved Belongsongs: candles in the dark – visions/versions of Let There Be Light. What follows is to make sense of that HOHEBEHO – sensibly-simply… poetically. All salted gently with shakings from science and the I (as in O-I-O): qu-i-rks–ho-i-sts–un-i-son–bel-i-eve–vo-i-ces of da-i-ly breaking-news from the quot-i-dian. Mar-i-lyn! We are emersed in a Mystery-Magical-Miracle full of Mundanities of Mortality and Momentous Meaning. This ODE’s CODE celebrates this and calls-forth some contemporary complexities of co-existentials of covenant and compassion in community. In all my writings, I’m an APE (Autobiographical Poetic Essayist) – not a trained critic of world events, not a scientist, or Ph.D. of anything. My resume of religion, spirituality, and psychology - shows but some education. Realtime Life and Loss and Longings lived, has given me more. PHD - Passage Home Delivered! So many Ports O’Call answered: harbors left.

Ours is not the only time of extreme collisions of science-reason with traditional religious views in those co-co-co-co-co-co-existentials. VO I LA! AX I ON! ON I ON! – So! BEHOLD! BE READY! – for WERUS on a Planet called EARTH. – Earthward HOMO! HO! AHOY the Call for a regenerative generation of GEN I US to tackle and task it all! We and all species of living creatures and flora-fauna – with our sunlight, soil, and water: all living together in the grip of life feeding off of life to have life. Herein, I’ve termed us EARTH-I-SEANS. Indeed, we are on a continuing voyage, as the classical Odyssean, past obstacles and unknowns to reach in this life – ever-again-and-again – that holding HOMO (our species) reality called HOME –and to fix it: make the grip of feeding/survival a peaceful venture: ever-searching for illumining resonances (th as truth holdings) of Health & Truth between Death & Breath. Oh! How our I candle of life has hoisted it’s hold through and above life’s oscillating polarities.

This book explores this reality. So! I welcome your I to this treatise theater of the ARTS of Earth-Heart-Hearth; emphasis on BIG BREATH (exhalation [aka inflation - letting-go]-inhalation [aka holding-in]: BIG BOND (ABC-Absolute Breath Covenant) – as or not as the BIG BANG. Behold this Poet-Port’s triune (third eye) HOHEBEHO from my life experiences joined with the rumbles of superposition-entanglement-coherence from the quantum world. Hope I’ve covered enough waters with a seaworthiness worthy of this subject matter and full-sail readiness for our momentums of voyage – as WERUS – to those call-cry Ports of portends, promise, and purpose. In all is our HOMO HOHEBEHO COVENANT of life’s breathing environments gasping now in a tenacious-trust-entangled-tango of manifest destiny: our age of heating earth, contagions, and political fury: our shakings of SALTED diets —Sea-Air-Land-Time-Earth’s-Destiny – begging compassionate management and an indispensable diaphragmatic disposition.

All Aboard! Res- (ili)-ents of –manifest destiny’s odyssean kairos!

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The image is the Greek Sea God Poseidon (Roman-Neptune) who commanded another some 17 Sea Gods. There is classic Triune imagery here (O I O and more such to come) with the three-pronged trident, the fish-tailed horses called Hippocamps and Poseidon the emergent I Global Commander of all Gods, Gills, and Gallops – of the Earth’s waters of navigation, nurturance, and destiny. A true primal-tang manifest of EARTH I SEAN and the SYN TANG OION.

This from MOM – A reminder to romance the reach of each day’s Port O’Call!

IF I SHOULD LIVE ANOTHER DAY

                  If I should live another day

                  It will be to love another day,

                  Some tomorrow in the present,

                  Some portent beyond yesterday.

                  If I should live another day,

                  Rise with dawn, breathe the dare

                  It will be to love another day

                  Beholden by the hold of care.

                  For sure I’d live for another day,

                  Another chance to rhyme my stay,

                  Hear the music of timeless romance –

                  Holding life in my arms for one more dance.

                  If I should life another day,

                  I’ll give no thought to go away –

                  Just grasp again the promise to cope,

                  By light of day – the caress of hope.

IF I SHOULD LIVE TO LOVE ANOTHER DAY!

From the Odyssean world of NOSTOS – homecoming – we are always on that EARTHISEAN journey home. Each happening to arrival, whenever, is the ripe-time of KAIROS to NOSTOS– and from that prime-time occasion of homecoming the released clang of the glory bells of KLEOS – honoring Our Survival, our home, and readiness for love’s significance ever-loud-ever-calling from the next Port of Call. Recall this trinity to ART-ART-ART chants of EARTH-HEART-HEARTH and YEAH! EACH-FEAST-PEACE! And Voicings of KANOSKOS of the HOHEBEHO – to loud Calls of MOM-ZEI-KAI from the DECK-SHUFFLE-DEAL of the Craft-ship in full sail called the MADEOSEAKA. – The seas are rough, waves high, warmer – plasticized – and our craft is tested new with ultimate challenges to prevail, play our ACES of GRACE & PEACE & FACE & RACE – EMBRACED by SPACETIME&GROCERIES. Add Aspirant Aesthetics of AGRICULTURE’s alerts-alliances-algorithms to CULTURE-FUTURE – the PURE for SURE to INDURE Those Utterly Regenerative Excellences. – HOHEBEHO HO!

SOME NOTES OF PASSAGE

As I’m finishing this book, Pope Francis has addressed COP26 in Scotland with these remarks: It is time to develop a new form of universal solidarity that is grounded in fraternity, love, and mutual understanding: one that values people over profit, one that seeks new ways to understand development and progress. I humbly submit this book and my website for the Pope to read from my writings on this very theme. Alas! POANSWER! Poetries Of A New Spirituality We R! – A few days later the tyrant-trumpian likes of Michael Flynn calls for America to be a one religion nation for In God We Trust. And a false report that NASA (12/21) has hired 24 theologians to deal with alien issues the JWST may find in deep space. NASA did fund the Center of Theological Inquiry to assess societal implications for NASA’s astrobiological search for life efforts, but not involved in the selection. [See AP News12/21] Why not fund some psychologists and poets? Well! Religion&Science are in a new tango tangle of truth and power. Religion is vulnerable to real-time truth as never before. The Catholic church is predator priest troubles. Evangelicals are allied with domestic terrorism and conspiracies. Aliens or not, the internal conflict – so evident in vaccination-masking-political denials as aspects of religious freedom – in now underway. There is, indeed, an historical connection of religion with autocracy more than democracy. Serious separation of church and state is called for. The playing field is muddy. Beware the Hail Marys! Defense! Defense! There’s a storm in the form. A Torn in the Morn! Shock in the Dock! – But a Call for our calling to answer. Navigation HO!.

Oh!My!

I’ve recently been watching some old Wagon Train episodes on TV. It went for 8 years – 1957—1965. It’s wagons, travelers, and reined horses all in control, wherein, I saw as THE HOLD. The stories were usually love stories and about integrity of relationship on a journey home. Alas, THE HELD with the communal sharings, singing, dancing around the campfires. Behold, THE BEHOLDEN. And at the episode’s end the Wagon Master’s –WAGONS HO! – A Journey across the land! Country – so much again, the scene of our giddy-up. EARTHISEANS OF THE LAND. Every Port O’Call – a landlubber/sailor venture. —Need I add – air and space! – ROCKETS HO!

THIS PORTS O’CALL IS FOR ME – MYSELF

& I (AS IN WERUS) – BEHOLDING

THE HOLD

THAT HOLDS ALL EXISTENCE FROM ITS GARDENS TO YOU-ME & PLASMA- MAGNETIC-FORCE-LAYERED-FIELDS – CONNECTINGTHE HOWSOEVERS OF EVERY EXISTENT EVERYWHERE THINGSAS THE POSSIBLE FIFTH FORCE OF SPACE-TIME-MASS-ENERGY (AN ISNESS THAT IS ITS ISNESS WITHOUT BEGINNING OR END BOUNDRIES OR CENTERINGS BUT IS THE FULLNESS DEVOID OF VOIDS) IN/FROM WHICH THE BIG BANG—BIG BREATH, ALL FORCES OCCURRED TO FORM PLANET EARTH WITH ALL ITS HOLDINGS OF MENTAL FOCUS, AND TREES THEIR LEAVES, BIRDS THEIR SONG, SPECIES THEIR BABES – THE BREATHFUL H O L D OF ALL THINGS HOLDING AS THEY ARE FROM GALAXIES TO GROCERIES TO GIRAFFES – CONTINUING TO SELF-PRODUC EXACT ENTITY EMBODIMENTS OF THEIR UNIQUE CREATURE/REPRODUCTIVE/HOLDING PATTERN BEING THE HUMANNESS OF

THE H E L D

THE HOMING-HELD OF LOVE, SURVIVAL/SPIRITUAL AFFLATUS

Becoming-Believing THE B E H O L D E N Beheld-Bequeathed,

AS COMPREHENDED-INSTINCT TO INSPIRE AND TO COVENANT, THEREFORE EVER-RAISING OUR INCANDESCENT I – MINE AND YOURS!!

Alas! Earth’s GEN-I-US of WERUS as Homo Sapiens Spiritus Covenantiens!

I’M AMAZED EVERY DAY HOW NATURE AND HUMANITY HAVE USED THE REALM OF THE HOLD TO CREATE INTER-NET-REALITIES THAT LAST TO LIVE AND SERVE. From that Hold, comes the Held with its self-spirit-consciousness, becoming an emergent glowing I visioning realm of our Beholdings and Purpose. (O! EARTH I SEANS! FORWORD HO! Three [OIO] Candle/Sails of the HOHEBEHO catching that reach of the wind to the next Port O’Call!

[J. R. Lowell in his conclusion to The Vision of Sir Launfal, wrote with the universal concept of 1-2-3 in mind: In whatsoever we share with another’s need; Not what we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare; Who gives himself with his alms feeds three––Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. An active presence