Best Prodigal Poems

Waiting for his return, with heavy heart and a flicker of hope.


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Contest: Monoku #9 by Poet Destroyer A
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If I could deliver myself to you 
on a silver blanket
that is prancing upon a lofty cloud 
with wine and cheese and all that you please
and NYC nights and summer lights
 
that will be my gift

If I could comfort the pain 
that stretches through your...

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And then I took this box of blight, and cast it into the sea of forgetfulness

Once I had finally realized, that it had become a Pandora unto myself....

A portal of passage towards darkness' infiltering of my heart

To oppress and repress, within these guises of its...

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I have said at one time and another that my soul evolves                                 ...

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Deafening 
   rapid fire blasts 
Shatter
   the transluscent margins of
Silence 
   with
Harrowed cries
   gasped

Howls 
   echo from one side to the other
Of the heart’s vast arena
   with a repeating chorus 
  ...

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Out of error,a fear,
             Then a lie;
Out of regret,a farewell,
             Then a sigh;
Out of parting,a change,
     ...

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He never had much direction or patience for that matter
Often making the wrong selection because of the latter
He had extremely little respect and did whatever he chose
The important things he'd neglect and from that problems arose

He blew every chance, and tore down everything he did...

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Jesus, you say bring home my sheep
You say be a shepherd like perfect You
I say my sheep have gone prodigal
They have my credit card, I say resigned
At least they buy cheap wine on my dime
They’ve discovered tobacco, too
They won’t come home, I’ve tried
My mind has...

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I said to my prodigal son
who stole from me,
it is not competitive economic strategies
that dominantly empower life;

Competitive ecologies and economies 
are dominantly decomposing monocultures,
just the opposite of regenerative synergetic praxis
and regenerative intent toward polycultures.

Monopolistic internal consumer-culture
develops into decomposing organic systems
dissonant cognitive 
and emotive 
and neural...

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As I trekked through wilderness
Without solid gold
It's amazing fresh air was my buffer
As I levitated from rough paths of self neglect
To calm seas;I was facing slow death.

I remembered seeing silhouette of You
Your features fair, Your hair resembled wool
I heard You say, "She's one of us...

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"And when he came to himself"
Luke 15:17

In another millennial time and Chinese/Russian place,
Taoism began as aphorisms and poetry
about political philosophy,
articulating a bicameral tension
between Conservative Yangers,
patriarchal universalist ego empire builders,
and Unitarian Progressive Yinners, WinWinners,
a matriarchal cooperative 
polypathic 
multicultural 
integrative network of nurturers,
(the longer the list of...

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Forgiveness of Sins / God's Love & Mercy
LK 15:11-32

Then he said, "A man had two sons, and the younger son said to his father, 'Father, give me the share of your estate that should come to me.' 

So the father divided the property between them....

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Why do you always forgive
and invite me back home?

Why do I respond to my Prodigal Son
with prodigious love?

I guess.

Because we share an Older RightBrain Stem,
right down into our DNA-drenched bone marrow,
that always feels cooperatively drawn toward WinWin co-empathic trust
resolutions,
and always unconsciously dissonantly struggles
with competitive Win-Ego...

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Lively words on tiptoes left,
Vanishing in the night.
In vain have I sought to find them,
Those precious prodigal words.

Did they slip away like mice
Through temples worn out by age?
Like jocks who rode the bench too long,
Have they quit for lack of play?

Or have they found me...

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Painting  ~  Return of the Prodigal  ~  Il Guercino

Returning from the land of my rebellion,
in rags that reek of pigs and sweat and mud.
Now penniless, I’ve been a hell-bent hellion,
wasting the fortune of my flesh and blood.
But now considering my distant...

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