Best Partnering Poems

Sisters, by far, are the closest of friends.
Though, at times, their bond may need mends, 
they have been together from the start.
Nothing will ever tare them apart!

Whether it be death or life,
gladness or strife,
or war or peace,
their love for one another will never cease.

The memories,...

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Dancing in a moonlit meadow makes me feel alive.          
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A Collaboration with Duke Beaufort


The youthful memories I have did grate
Upon my innermost self and I'd cry
For my depressed spirit which longed to die
And halt life tainted with anger and hate

Yet now in a manic marvelous state
Akin to alcohol’s euphoric high
My heart's core renewed, can...

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If the clock is ticking, what will we write,
in as conjure a rhythm, a soft beat,
which resonates with childlike heart’s delight?
To do so fellow souls, is no mere feat.

Save by making mind in sync with our soul,
enabled only if we surrender,
can presence hope to succeed...

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Easter 2008
What A Savior
Written: by Tom Wright
3-16-2008

I sought forgiveness for my sordid past
A past, that God alone, knew the whole
Bits & pieces that with others were cast
Had no bearing on a young man’s soul 

Like a three-act play that cast one man
Depression, was partnering with...

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I do not know how and I do not know why - why you did this to me
You left without a word-you left me in wonders, wondering why 
You left beautiful memories- yet should I regret meeting you
You left, yet you said our love is...

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I struggled holding onto my tears, 
My feelings kept pushing my hands,
Towards the sheet of emotions,
My pen kept bleeding the deeds of Africa.

Now pending down the deeds of Sierra Leone,
In tears, I struggled with my pen,
Capturing the source of these emotions,
I wrote with my face...

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Hi!
I'm Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
"Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time."

First, I want you to know
I've been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So, why the "wasted" journals?

Mother Time:
Our issues of apparent matriarchal waste
in...

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I’m not your average ghetto schmo,
I’m better than that
Much sharper than those dull D.C. politicos,
me just stating a fact

Another urban legend tidbit,
impo info you should know
Got laid back suburban wit,
I'm ghetto good to go

How do you talk to this Judeo-Africano
in Latin Esperanto?
Ask any of my...

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David Holmgren
a seminal PermaCultural Designer,
if there ever has become one,
suggests most people throughout Earth
in this age of globally interdependent communication
feel we have one foot planted
in our original local community/family culture,
and the other foot planted in a more comprehensively dominant
economic and political and sociological culture;
but also...

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Underground rivers unsettle thoughts,
feelings on stable ground.

Real estate doesn't sound as real
with thoughts of hyporheic flow
beneath our feet,
out of sight and sound.

Rivers are meant to have light on top,
transparency.
Underground flow must look more like a furtive capillary
than an upfront tributary,
bringing salvific moisture
down into and across...

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BE CAREFUL      

Be careful what you ask for
One day life is simple, you ask
a female colleague at a partnering
organization not to call you “doctor”,
“professor” and such, then she says 
your name the way a symphony orchestra
tears into the finale of...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor in Chief
of my town's daily GoodNews Bulletin...

No.
I do not have an appointment...

Yes.
It is regarding GoodNews
for his local variety show
he hopes...

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It's one of those moments,
the guy in you grabs the micro
starts talking on and on;
mine is often sarcastic,
from high school to career,
spinning around the questions starting with why,
no escape from responding.
It's like life itself, which is always to blame;
and which you can not do away...

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I have no rational faith
that I can remember,
much less with full-will to comprehend,
spiritual Beings as progenitors
of natural becomings

No faith in "God" as ProGenitor of DNA/RNA 
naturally fractal 
round orchestrations
evolving regenerate systems
for economically enlightened co-invested relationships,
or politically co-empowering compassion.

No faith in exhaling purgative decomposition,
reductive pathological Evil...

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