Best Spatially Poems

Often I harken back
to a very wise poet,
how “life is but a stage”

of tender moments
splashed and splattered
by fierce jabs of passionate 
heated rage 

such opera the workings of 
fallible human hearts~ such a 
masterful organ still an infant
unwinding with tyrannic-like 
stops and starts 

Where would...

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Outside the open window, The morning air is all awash with angels.  Richard Wilbur 
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In a lush garden—bathed in halcyon light,
Where opulent blooms imbue the night,
An ethereal glamour—a dulcet spell
Unveiling secrets no tongue can tell

From heaven’s realm—angelic choirs
Descend with grace; their voices inspire.
Their reverential...

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We are but fleeting shadows
Upon the face of this earth
So solid,so tangible ,yet so ready
To slip through the hands of life
When we doff our mortal coil
To leave an inert  and empty shell
Doomed from birth  to turn to dust
How much store do we place
In...

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In what ways have nutritional 
and health
and financial
and well-being values increased 
over past time,
whether a season,
or a year,
or a decade,
or a lifetime,
or a millennium,
and in what ways have toxic dissonant disvalues
and decaying trends ebbed and flowed?

Where exactly?
For whom and not for whom?
How, when, and where...

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Don’t go near a vacuum,
Stay clear of empty space,
Don’t look at the dark side,
But watch the full moon’s face.

Don’t fall into a pit,
Or get stuck in a hole,
Avoid incompleteness,
Learn to worship the whole.

Don’t slip into a chasm,
Place your footsteps with care,
And always make sure that
You’re...

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When I was in my Michigan high school
I found something both promising
and sacred,
portentous with rural, yet also urbane, PositivEnergy,
in and among our graduating classes
of 1970.

Ending with mindful roundness
of Zero.
Preceded by almost octave fullness
of sacred potentiating Seven.
Echoed more gobslappingly
by double-digit Nineteen,
promising most of us
a transmillennial journey
toward...

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Dispassion speaks as the child of reductive suffering.
Peace instinctively feels childlike kindness.
Contented,
content-full,
mindful therapeutic child of present identity's
contentious presence.

Yang's passion, without Yin's kind-mind
and pleasure-body,
necessary for comprehensive consciousness,
but not quite Yintegral enough
for resonating resilient

Peace, without suffering unresolved fore-giveness 
for anger and fear win/lose political experience,
greedy and jealous
egocentric...

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Underneath all these layers of has been memory within
and should become remembered without
I have nothing left 
to late evening evolve me.

An exhausted creaky ghost
of organic chemistry reunions
inside a worn dry and peeling boundary membrane
surrounded by EarthTribe's climate of perpetual 
polycultural EarthMother becoming
relentlessly final unvoiced 
unchoiced...

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I wanted to write & testify, one-time suicidal Dr. Anil Deo, is reborn during second half-century on earth! Yes, Jesus is real to me, to revive hope and the desire to live or write, or preach ... when I sat for years in a small...

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Or the fate that awaits one at journey’s  end. 
Like all distances I suppose.
My destination if you can call it that  is another world altogether." 
A lady who could structure her sentences with the adroitness of a cryptic crossword clue setter.
Tapping me on...

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Life or death
is a left-brain dominant cultural assumption,
While right-brain is more comfortable
with life and death,
health and pathology,
nuance of co-arising dipolarity.

Environmentalists
shout for sustainability!
Ecologists calmly advocate
polycultural energy resilience
to recreate wealthier dynamic ecosystems

While warm psychologists
and embracing psychiatrists
listen for co-relational resonance within 
and between 
healthy cooperative ego-systems.

But,
resonance between egos
not...

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Love of history
commences a health and pathology journey
toward totalitarian terror
and unitarian awareness,
fragmented numbness of prey
and integral consciousness
of co-empathically benign predators
casing out

Framing one Earth-rhetorical spiraling event
within which herstory
of commodified
and domesticating victims
remains too unlargely untold
to optimize healthy climate trends.

Each spatially boundaried community,

and what would a multiculturing organic...

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Stark realization, I harbor sacrilegious objection...

Against merry christmas premature blowout,
(or otherwise) ejaculation galore burnout,
hence I feel like the odd man out
neither yours truly, nor the missus
spends money and/or
time at checkout

avoid madding crowds like the plague
elbowing, hustling, jostling,
pushing, racing, shoving...
seconds before blue
light special closeout,
though neither of...

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Qualities of empowering
and too often disempowering time
lurk within quantities of Yang spatially informing/Yintegral-exforming flow powers,

We are climate changing qualities of addicting ego-time
praying for,
while preying on,
quantities of Earth's ecopolitical powers
over Self and Other's underpassing,
powers with
powers within passing-on powers,
toxic qualities of maladaptive waste and loss
evolving regenerate qualities
of...

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Send me no more peak experiences.

They are too dear
for my everyday time budget
of liberal
liberated
liberating 
resonantly exhausting compassion.

I am too addicted
to conserving resilient peaks,
avoiding dissonant valleys
of mundane anonymity
sometimes winning
sometimes losing
in-between equanimity
integrity 
of co-empathic co-arising intent
for more co-operatively rooted
heights of sacred generosity
reciprocally felt gratitude,
positive, democratically sustainable attitude.

Every...

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