Best Refractive Poems

F  l  y  i  n  g

a sailing tailwind
in cerulean streams
through creamsicle colored beams -
are wings reflective of turquoise truth 
and white purity 
of Autumn’s ether -

he aviates 
a clear troposphere 
riding an unbridled
capricious and combative 
boreas
on the cusp
of a new...

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Mastered Puppets


Of the voices thrown and never shown their cries travel well
A starving sewn with a bitter bone of their life a quiet quell
With larval lips that are losing grips where echoes only dwell
Their smile drips as they use their fingertips in a yielding yell

Left...

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dizzy distractions make for invisible whirl
centre of attention is this invisible girl
sky leopard spotted by his moon eye all seeing
a sweep of flower songbirds startled and fleeing
the peacock observes as she swishes into view
no longer water yet so dainty and seethrough 
locked in the circle...

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Creolization,
soars Dr. Jane Anna Gordon,
turns our co-empathic evolving democracy project
into a verbal,
active,
regenerative more,
degenerative less,
occasionally Elite-Pirates v NonElite-Prey revolution,
and even more unconsciously occasionally 
Elite/NonElite Creolizing-SelfReGenerative
crave to grave 
multicultural Earth experience.

What could all this Elite and NonElite political evolution and revolution
have to do with your self-optimizing, hopefully...

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everyday you come in class
it seems you'll say find the refractive index of glass
for me physics is dry 
to make it interesting you always did try
a lot of mistakes
i daily make
but you never give up
whenever my mood is rough
so here's my promise i'll work hard
please...

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When you were eight years old
waking to another perfect day's dawn
what potential did you discover
with your co-empathy integrity 
of left-deductive
with elder right inductive
communionations?

Who were you
as you stepped into morning's warm spring sun?

How were you one of "us"
and how many species were included
before  AnthroPrivilege was...

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Strikingly Naked
                By Odin Roark

Voicing the reflection one sees insures
the facade really is,
was,
must have been.

Time passes…

How smoky the reflection,
this aging identity of accumulated distortion,
where once perception played innocently,
found disguises to...

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When young, in playing out one day
a swinging stick got in my way,
it crushed my eye into my head
another inch and I’d be dead.

Back in 1952
there wasn’t much that they could do,
so when eye surgery was done
they sent me home with only one!

A life of...

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Perceptions
What will the story be ?

Into the mysteries of the observing mind
one has to ponder, wonder just what kind
of tales, stories, beliefs will we see unfold
as the projections, the perceptions are told.

Will they be of nights, Knights on great white steeds ?
- of selfless acts,...

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When you stare at a full moon,
           does it map a heart distracted?
           does it bear grief-thoughts
        ...

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Dear Green Party, International

I suppose we don't actually have an international Green Party,
or even much of a national Green Party in the U.S.
where our religious meat is fed with bipolar national politics.

Anyway,
looking at Green Party priorities in New England,
I am struck by healthy prospects for...

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Walking through this dry parched land feeling as though I were cursed; or blessed?!

Tasting its malignant barren soils and enduring its parallels void empty winds

As a foreigner arriving at a distant city wherein, everything is bartered in an illusions

Being sold at the markets amid this...

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Orange

This now time is a gift to graft a moment
In the mist,
Or how in the midst of circumstance;
Such volatility brews this even stance to render;
balance for the few;
What year is this bleak friend?
You who seeks vibrations from the set,
The top of the refrigerator,
The bottom of...

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Darkness obscured your danger sign, imperceptible but not benign.
My dreams flowed into a high electric field, our minds taped and concealed--
Your heart was radioactive; all my emotions were refractive.
I sacrificed full support before the strings were cut short.
The promising harmony in our memorized words matched...

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his lean equine face with dust-brown eyes
defines hardship
a gaunt frame
undernourished 
he squats on city pavement 
there in the crook of his neck and shoulder
                     ...

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