Best Self Directed Poems

After I write something, 
to the best of my ability,
not ever putting my name
on a work I am not proud
of – yet, I pause to say, 
Thank you...pleased to have
been blessed with a tiny role
in the production. Come
now! You don't actually think
that you stand apart,...

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Now she's here 
and now she's there, 
flittering and flying 
through the hours in a day, 
laughing now, then crying. 
   
Her moods are fleeting,
they grasp her in a flash  
then just as fast they fizzle
like a firework in the rain.
 ...

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They say confessional poetry is repressed sexuality, I believe it don’t you?

 I’m a man who puts sanctions on his mind, and chains around my soul, wall's surrounding my own heart. 

It has been so long since my bare skin has felt the bare skin...

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Says Csikszentmihalyi,
"Social scientists
(Abraham Maslow, Lawrence Kohlberg, Jane Loevinger, [Ken Wilber, Edward Podvoll, Julian Jaynes, Jack Kornfield, Richard Dawkins, Clare Graves, Carl Jung] and James Fowler)
describe a dialectical motion
between [Yang-ego-form] differentiation
and [Yin-eco-logical function] integration,
between turning attention inward [Right]
and then outward [Left],
between valuing the self [Animus-Eros-TaoEmpty]
and then...

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Shackles
Chains
The list of names
Waiting list
The sinners insist

Cuts 
Bruises
Blood lines and silent cries
Confession
Redemption
The death that saved lives

Self inflicted scrapes
Self directed hate
Beauty of no debate
Hell is your miserable fate....

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Approbation Deeded Gratuitously Just Because...

(this endeavor more self directed to progeny,
whose psyche wounded, strafed, and nicked.)

Incumbent upon me own
     purring impetus, a sincere
desire arose NOT to ask
     thee anything, but mere
lee accept father's shortcomings,
   ...

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Vivacious, practical, self-directed
Mary Bailey, nice body
it makes no sense that just because George
might never have been she suddenly becomes a shy,
homely, lonely librarian without a dog or god.
No, it did not fundamentally matter
whether George was born except to his mother. Potter
might have taken over but...

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And so I married you one day
Oh girl what could I say?
You were loving, blithe and never taunting
I was left by you oh so wanting

And so we bought a small little house
And a cheap car too
It wasn't that much
But I was with you girl
And oh,...

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Ignorance is a lie,
A construct of entitlement.

Separation is a lie,
A construct of inflated ego.

Hatred is a lie,
A construct of self-directed loathing.

Powerlessness is a lie,
A construct of apathy.

Racism is a lie,
a construct of ignorance.

Entitlement is a lie,
A construct of degradation.

Death is a lie,
A construct of embedded...

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A written account (that incorporates some 
self directed hyperbole) of this veritable stranger 
now appears before your screen. Soon 
after reading this message, the neighbors 

might discern a blood curdling series 
of (hyena-like) shrieking screams. 
No worry. That would be the mating call 
of the...

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Being a highly self-directed person
Knowing how to speak and reason 
Today’s woman is alive to the sense 
Of her dignity and the importance 
Of her private functions straight
And domestic domain ultimate
Her talent is superb I state
In the public domain great
Being rational in approach
She is cool...

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Now she's here 
and now she's there, 
flittering and flying 
through the hours in a day, 
laughing now, then crying. 
   
Her moods are fleeting,
they grasp her in a flash  
then just as fast they fizzle
like a firework in the rain.
 ...

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Now she's here 
and now she's there, 
flittering and flying 
through the hours in a day, 
laughing now, then crying. 
   
Her moods are fleeting,
they grasp her in a flash  
then just as fast they fizzle
like a firework in the rain.
 ...

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Have not we all made our acquaintance with struggles, troubles, and trials?
When we met them, we did not say, "Happy to make your acquaintance". Nay,
When we encountered them, we sought to avoid them like the plague or other
Painstaking fellows of ill repute.  On many...

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Now she's here 
and now she's there, 
flittering and flying 
through the hours in a day, 
laughing now, then crying. 
   
Her moods are fleeting,
they grasp her in a flash  
then just as fast they fizzle
like a firework in the rain.
 ...

Continue reading...