Best Raw Material Poems

(It was 1860 when the English poet Robert Browning
stumbled upon an interesting artefact as he walked
through the city of Florence.  It was a file of documents
from an old Italian criminal trial, and he would turn
this material into his masterpiece, "The Ring and the
Book".)


The Old...

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The cliffs were the only place she could go to find the edge of love
the only boundry between up and down, of faith and fate,
a frontier where tears scratch slate with bursts of pearl pain
and blood speaks to the sky for signs of passion's flood,
sea...

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Through April and May not a single Indian has been noticed
along all the serpentine bends of this rambunctious river,
however I feel we are being espied by a jealous warparty
immortal in it's protection of this pristine country
where nothing but the raw material of life abounds,
a natural...

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Different firm within the factory
The location the belly
Cowpea the raw material be
Having brought into the factory
But afore processed to be boiled
The tongue a transporter
From the gate of the mouth
Passing through the oesophagus track-way
Enzymes within functioning as workers
And the finished product derived
Distributed by the anus
The fart...

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"If you desire healing,
let yourself fall ill
let yourself fall ill."
-  Jalaluddin Rumi

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The more sharp shovels strike, bruise and rip soil asunder,
the deeper is the well for life affirming, healing water to fill, swell and remedy all inflicted wounds.

The more sticks of a needles' honed,...

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Productions, no raw material,
visions infinate, born ethereal.
Imaginations memory, 
cojouring thoughts where they dwell.
Images taken, the empty minds void,
depthless well,we poets the weavers,
of timeless spells.
Tommorows muse not present or past,
imortality, ink made fast,
when future poets study whats passed....

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Take your raw material
And bend unto me
The coarse metals we will refine
Transmutate, warp, and respindle

Through wizardry of dance
Extracting luminous physiology,
We will free value from metallurgy
Exchanging strict elements

This molten process infusing
Will rebuild the architecture you see
You, my love forged through dreams
The mutant virtual labs of psyche...

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~~~My Times! My Times! How Art Thou O’ My Times!~~~

You made those asinine oaths that bind you
Law made good ways; you broke all of man’s law
Drew first blood, soul of time that belly drew
Raw material, rare flesh cold and raw

Slaves’ labor fueled the Earth, with...

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We're senior delinquents

modeling our lives after those times when they were so new
and all the rules were irrelevant disruptions
to everything we felt and experienced.

Our passions weren't lived to their full potential
and now we want to make up for our omissions.
But we can't help but notice...

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Fears Chains (Haiku)

First line 5 syllables
Second line 7 syllables
Third line 5 syllables
(7 syllables)

Caught within a snare
The paralyzing peepshow
Seduces you there
(Making itself intimate)
(undressing for your favor)
(Fairydust of lunacy)
Scrolls, parchments, bark, at the moon)
(Self fulfilling prophecy)
(Demons of rust in their swoon)

(Librarian with listings)
Tombs, tomes, locks, bindings
Placed with...

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Canticle to the Wind

This is the place I build my world.
A funny little god, fussing about the raw material
and without a clue about completion.
Beside the insistent calm, questions.
Beside answering, wonderment.

It is well; answers will not do.
It is out of nothing comes wisdom.
Don't look.  See.
It...

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All people see is what they put in their minds 
And what they put on their heads is being controlled
But who cares? We are living in an imaginary world
An imaginary world that is totally created by others behind 

You don’t wear pants, you wear a...

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Imagine a standard barrel of crude oil – 42 gallons.
The barrel unit of measure dates back to 1859
When Pennsylvania oil wells were first drilled
And the wooden ‘tierce’ wine cask
Holding 42 gallons and weighing about 300 pounds
Was about all one man could maneuver.

Today, a barrel of...

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The raw material of art
is pain
The grandest illusion of all
is time
Whether parchment, canvas,
melody or stone
Each breakthrough immortal
—creation sublime 

(The New Room: March, 2023)...

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The holes of the lace curtain,
Having closed the winter windows.
Life shimmers like so coveted blueberries.
So many pieces of obscurity.
The tops of the trees are spinning in the wind,
In a semicircle, back and forth,
Like whipping up the raw material for a biscuit.
Or maybe they're wringing their...

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