Best Inordinately Poems

The story I have to tell- was told long ago to me, 
About the creation of the Potawatomi Nation; 
In the beginning the Creator made Anishabe, 
And the Creator told Anishabe to name all of his creations,
 Anishabe set out with a wolf, his companion,...

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Oh , how I desire universal, racial equality.
Not just forced “liberal” politically imposed. morality.



It must spring from each soul, free as a spring flower.!
Not forced to swallowed, as a lump of  hard coal.



Color does not, in anyway make one superior.
Conversely., color does not make...

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The world's abuzz with soccer
Though I couldn't give a hoot.
I wouldn't even have a clue
For which team I should root.

The bars are packed with rousing fans;
I don't begrudge their cheers,
But I prefer a tennis match
To savor with my beers.

I'd also watch the Yankees play
'Cause baseball's...

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The Spirit of the Valley never dies.
It is called the Mystic Female.
    The Door of the Mystic Female
    Is the root of Heaven and Earth.
 
    Continuously, continuously,
    It seems to remain.
 ...

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O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in a decaying half-life reality?

O bastard son
of a thousand fathers
Raised on...

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Oh, these trees, arms reaching as they
      did then, but even wiser ... perhaps I as
         well have learned another thing-or-two
   in the eons since I yet stood here ...

The...

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This girl of fifteen, people said was ugly.
At home she didn’t have a mirror because
her parents thought she would lose heart 
seeing her face so ugly. She liked to be alone
with herself, often swinging her legs in the 
clear water and playing with the floating...

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People said she was ugly,
this simple girl of fifteen springs.
At home she didn’t have a mirror, 
because her parents thought 
her fragile heart would break 
if she saw her face so very ugly. 

She liked to be alone
with herself, often going out, 
to swing her...

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A Dog On the Bed

By Elton Camp

Kevin was inordinately fond of his hound
So it was in his bed the canine was found

Even after Kevin got married
Still in the bed the dog tarried

His wife said, “I’m tired of odor and fleas.
Get that dirty mutt off of...

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Karma, grace, incarnation, 
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.

With compost we extract what we cooperatively invest,
both nature with my nurture,
through Ego's intent
and Earth's Logical polycultural nutrient-praxis.

Soil and humane nature's egosoul enrichment
as bicultural co-redemption
compost...

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Drifting in my own sweet 
bubble all these years, thinking 
everything is crystal clear, as 
clear as the view from within.. 
all of a sudden, it seemed 
pellucid, tried figuring out what 
was going wrong.. gave every 
detail a lot of thought, but I 
was...

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Outside, the air has grown inordinately chill.
As the winds fatten into swirling, sweeping gales,
Snow forms into heaps, structured like mounds and hill.
Silent and solitary lie the inert sleeping vales.

Winter days are growing brief and icy cold.
Mountain peaks glisten in granulated powdery frost.
Trees devoid of leaves...

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ANTECEDENTS
espoused
in
intense
authentic
 hegomony
 surrounded
 overwhelmed
in
solemnity

survivial
an
aftermath
 retracts
 to   scare
but
the
individual.
 little changed
remains
inordinately
heroic
anguish
&
affliction
unresolved
in
 flavour
knowing
the
ill fated
 supposedly
narrower
setting
lies
in
    improbality...

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Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The brain is alert and strong
Nothing can possibly go wrong
Poetry is ubiquitous
Poetry is sexy and serendipitous
Poetry is eternal
Poetry is sentimental
Poetry is...

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In feminist political analysis,
when not stuck
in all day systemic paralysis,

Every win/win
v win/lose 
v lose/lose energetic trend,
synergetic person,
integral narrative,

Each interdependent development
and apartheid decay,

All seasonal health
and unreasonably greedy
fractured wealth,

Exhales multi-paradigmatic power
non-autocratic,
more neuro-sensory automatic,
and inhales enlightening Ways
for cooperative Earth's holonic sacred promise

Beautiful Truth Trust

For Energy's massively co-passioning 
Green...

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