Best Archetypal Poems

Part Two

From that moment onwards
Not when the fingerless muscles unclasped
    the indented bones
But from that moment of knowing
   from that...

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Part One

Now as I account for myself
I know the fight is over
   You made me feel if I was worth saving
I was worth...

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In the narrow margin between life and death,
I feel as I'm walking a tightrope - but balancing.
I'm a portrayal of metaphors, 
illuminating like spring's moon,
who...

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I
Jim was the archetypal Mensch
We loved writing, Greenbelt MD, Jesus

II
At the edge of my tears
I could sit, daydream, make monuments with words
The Hindu soul within...

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(Lada, 2020)

“Good Girl”

The archetypal relationship 
Of man and dog
Shows the depths of our unity
Philosophy, religion, politics
Who cares, in the face
Of such relationship!?

(3/13/24)
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As soon as I convince myself that food is not my friend
This one-sided relationship will all come to an end

Each day when I arise I...

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O Nebulae of Heart and Soul!
In infrared portrayal WISE,
your colors grace the stellar skies.
Have you a core celestial role?

Supernal presences you seem
that steal one’s fancy...

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My head is a box of secrets
My nerves are tuned to my dreams
If  I could change this sorry world and
were to tell you of...

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"True sanity entails in one way or another the dissolution of the normal ego..; the emergence of the 'inner' archetypal mediators of divine power [struggling...

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DIAMONDS ON THE GRASS

This morning there were diamonds on the grass
Spreading ‘cross the field their scintillation
Look away and in an instant they would pass
These jewels...

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Intrigued by the beauty of bewildering sorrow

Never far away from their own contradictions

Nebulous ghosts sound a fog horn of doubt

Encased in confabulation the truth lies...

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I'm the archetypal black on white
Metallic ring and the typewriter kicks,
Clicks and lashes out, strikes the page
As each key collapses then waits and replaces
Itself to...

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Burn Burn Down!
The tired torch at the harbor
For water has risen to liberty's throat
We hang by the lips, of her flooding mouth
Praying angelic nudity, will...

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Truculent trucks advert young minds; raging down roads breeding new gods as pompous, glitter covered idols carved from primordial blades of fear. Meanwhile pious pieces...

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For many years, there the sphinxes lay
Entombed in decorated silent graves,
Whose reminiscence amaze the present day.
When deities emerge out of nine decades.
 
The lost city...

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