Best Centrally Poems

When I mention my morning meditation practice,
many respond with wishes and hopes
they could
would
should discipline themselves
to also join in to this practice
practice
praxis
until fragmented uncommunicative ego/ecosystems
finally get life resiliently realistically right
more than ego-narcissistically wrong.

But this,
I ego-think and eco-feel,
reverses what is a more centrally profound point
of ZeroZone cosmic-organic...

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"Oak" 

The guardians
stood around and 
shook their heads

great thoughts 
quivering 
from the ground, roots up, 

as if to walk 
confidently 
with great armies

yet hesitation 
was witnessed
in their waving gestures

perplexed 
and touching 
green crowns, 

there they stood 
solid, unmoving
hard headed 

in their stance, 
yet pliable, bending...

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United in isolated collectivity,
Standing erect for reflective solidarity,
Sited to enable individuality,
Symbolising the dead, the loss in totality.

So many damaged people, with so much to remind,
There are tear-laden memories for those left behind.
A tangible grief can still be heard in their voices,
Faltering as they speak out...

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It is night yet in the West
   and the planes land between listlessly burning tarmac lamps
   stealthy fingers scurrying through diadems of neons  halogens and amber
              ...

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The difference between 
bad-old-boy 
competitively evolving 
egg white privilege

And good-girl 
cooperatively revolutionary 
just-us-yolks

Foreshadows a symbiotic contrast
between prophetic performance
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her crass 
desk of Primal Relationship Theory.

What could this dipolarity possibly mean?
between patriarchal prophets...

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A tree of three trunks and ten branches
which grows particularly the maple leaf
and blest with a natural freezer customized by climatic inactivity
with a unique symbol of in-habitation in Alert.

A global authority in the possession of bitumen,
the fortification of Quebec- a stand out in North American...

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What is free about this market?
What is free in this market?
We are free only to see 
With no power to buy that we need.
Nothing is free in this free market
Except for hunger in poverty.

Workers are freely laid off 
Graduates chewing unemployment freely
Mortality rate from 70...

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Otter trance dance meets mice, worms and soups

A single iron is fed up with flattening material. In fact it has spoke of breaking. It considers such actions as pointless and therefore fruitless. And creases are lips really so to flatten them out is to deny...

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Beneath the tall and sparkling Christmas Tree,
are presents wrapped and stacked in neat array-
a picture-perfect holiday bouquet,
with graceful boughs outstretching equally.
Yet, here among the gifts, placed centrally,
the largest one stands out in full display-
red satin bow on gold, as if to say,
as your best gift,...

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Poets Hanging from a Poet Tree

Poetry in motion is perilous a dangerous pastime a thing of the anachronistic 
past in the global villainous village in which minds are colonised for the greater 
comforting good of synchrony when all are equal at speechless lack of words

It...

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The new roves are not like the old,
They purvey an unwieldy aspect
To their elderly kindred folk;
Even on this steep hill forms encroach
Upon an edifice grand of bygone grandeur;

 So to ‘Ghurt Muire’ that Jacobean domain
With its winding entrance avenue,
And meadows of barley cane;
There the ancient...

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Marked for beauty or for grossness
Central chest area, just like my ancestors
Which ones I won't confess, yet...
I debate each year-- remove the beast?

Or let the beauty live as a heritage of my family
So there it resides evident centrally
A pebble in the road, that leads through...

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You and I may have decided
long ago,
and again more recently,
more ego-centrally
and now more large-stage ecopolitically,
that human life
has only that meaning and purpose we give ourselves,
we choose to embrace, 
however ambivalently

And this dissociation from divine
theocratically orchestrated
organized
operational history and culture
leaves us free
but also isolated;
an individual without communally...

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relaxing my mind
doing nothing at all
i did everything yesterday evening after work
i am gonna be free today

i think i will take a walk
it is amazing what a work schedule makes you miss
i have a taste for a grilled chicken salad
i am glad my new place...

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CENTRAL DARK

I used to walk those very same streets
Streets of sensuousness and sin
Those streets which once felt my feet
Those streets where my shoes once had been

The storefronts are new but the cement is the same
I saw pictures of it on my television screen
Those streets are...

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