Best Drownings Poems

Dedicated to my friend and fellow Souper, Jannie Breedt



Ocean-born wave rhythms rock their roll
    just as motions my own soul does extol
        since first we seascaped soul to soul.
      ...

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His beginning was his end, being swallowed by Cronus 
Fortuitously his fortune averted when through Zeus he was saved

With his trusted trident his magnificence reigned 
Amphritite at his side, after Delphinius convinced the nymph majesty

God of the ocean, second to none, his wrath was his...

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Degree work again! With Aberdeen University, 
Long distance, so not in strange surroundings, 
This time in the subject of my choice and tenacity,
For posterity, so as to keep above the drownings. 

It’s Christian Studies, or I say theology or religion, 
And psychosomatic is the word...

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Beneath an orange sky and huge rainbow, 
Mestor, free spirited son stops the flow 
over his dad Poseidon, 
God of the sea, rift widen 
climbs upon his narwhal, puts on a show. 

Setting off with bounding leaps through the waves. 
Sunlit shafts shine in bright...

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Mestor, son of Poseidon steady gaze
upon a dazzling mermaid saffron blaze.
Wind swept across her brunette
wet long hair, thoughts of a net
and human ways, hooted in shrill amaze.

Mestor woke amongst an ocean sand bed
of froth, sounds of laughter in the wind spread.
A glimmering pace along
the beach...

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Human history is difficult;
hard pressed,
discovering
and rediscovering,
connecting
and reconnecting feelings
about therapeutic needs
and sacred wants
for trauma-prevention peace
trust
joy

Through co-empathic singing passions
which may,
too often, 
feel stressful

Irritating
depressing
stormy
before unconditional win/win regard
for Self AND Other
reconnect,

Like EgoTheistic re-ligion
and EcoMatrimonial
indigenously multicultural
ecowomanist wisdom

Of Ego/EarthTribe mutual MeWe becoming
more green therapeutic together
than win/lose competitive
confrontationally dissociating
controlling and too egocentric
and...

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The new education system
In truth it’s meant to twist ‘em
Into something that
A child ain’t meant to be
It steals their precious playtime
Corrupts their daily timeline
It heralds a New World Order
Insidiously

It takes more, than just one man
In their evil global plan
To change the hearts 
And minds of...

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Note to Grover Norquist
and others with corporate political non-responsibility persuasions:

When you were 21 you "decided that nobody learned anything about politics after the age of 21."

A few financially well-greased years later, as a professional lobbyist,
you decided if you could, you would "drown government in a...

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Uncontainable

(Music playing)

“I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
and I’ve been waiting for this moment, for all of my life, oh lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord.”

I’ve listened to this song maybe a thousand times,...

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Sarcophagus beetles gnaw on these bones
buried in the catacombs
They still have zombie feast needs of me 
long after I’m gone

The scratching on the whited stones
of the sunken mausoleum,
brings the chorus of the viol worms to life
Crawling through my empty eye sockets,
planarian pleas are unsightly ......

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We met on the seam 
between two drownings,
his cuff snagged in the kelp, 
my mouth lined with moss.
He grinned 
like a man who'd forgotten the surface,
held out his hand like a memory.

I took it.

We spun a waltz—
water-logged feet brushing 
the roof of the wreck, 
the...

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I chose to write,  
For all those torn-off branches,  
For all those scarred backs,  
For all those dehumanized bodies,  
For all those centuries of persecution.  

I chose to read,  
To deconstruct racialist concepts,  
To destroy the carnivorous chains...

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Pick is conflicted by self-ness
She rarely ponders or introspects but it is a weird evening
Pan, her cousin, would never understand, so she will not bother.
She stands at the edge of the swamp, 
Was she coming or going?

It is important as water by day is her...

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Inclement

Of course, skies are not always clear
our Inclement Mother – we give a pass
for the flowers and crops seem to outweigh
the floods and drownings – besides, we choose
where we reside and pray – even God disadvantaged
often by our resident churches.  Sadly, Love Offerings
are not...

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