Best Stiff Necked Poems

Behind the parchment screen and eye to eye Punch chided.
Who are you? Who is she? He’d point it out. You’d see.
No marionette with strings was he. Their paths collided;
Judy stands and faces his animosity

The play is writ by man and maid and staged to teach,
the...

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Tongue swells from being biten,
red cheek turns to avoid unnecessary conflict.
When is conflict necessary?

Walk away.
Pray for peace within, or at the least,
a serene place to breathe.

Why is your right, my wrong?
When is my wrong your right to berate?
At this late date
within a collective senior sisterhood,
one...

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I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.

There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and ageist
and, for a country kid
in redneck rural Republican Michigan,
the most fun
of admittedly limited card playing options.

Whoever...

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The dark continent; a place of extremes
where the sun rises early and surprises me with its intensity.

In between can be found the stuff of life at every level,
whilst beneath my feet the red soil heaves with life
as the insect microcosm dashes about its business,
before the...

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They say I write magic 
like I was granted a wish from the genie in Aladdin
An stole Kazaam boom box an secret patent Latin verses from canibus
While using cannibus as incense listening to BOB Marley (jamming)

getting a (positive vibration) to (satisfy my soul)cause the (SON...

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“You stiff-necked people, with uncircumcised hearts and ears! You are just like your fathers: You always resist the Holy Spirit! Was there ever a prophet your fathers did not persecute? They even killed those who predicted the coming of the Righteous One. And now you...

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....“But Solomon built Him a house. However, the Most High does not
Dwell in temples made with hands, as the prophet says: `Heaven Is
My throne, and earth is My footstool. What house will you build for Me?
Says the Lord, or what is the place of My...

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Dear Donald John
and GoodFaith Followers,
CoInvestors,
ProActive Prayers for Rapturous Redemption
from Eternal Hellish
paranoid
Left EgoVoices anger and fear
Right SpiritFeelings ecodarkly terrified
from and of dying death.

Your LeftBrain does not lack
for paranoid Win/Lose conviction
We must live in a dog eat pussycat
real business world
of quality patriarchal competitions
for Believers
choosing this life-restorative
death-retributive
secular-sacred
wu-wei

Wealthing ways
against...

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Patterns of phylogenic history
retell our creative creation story
as bicameral restoration
of Earth's nature-spirit ecology,
both Eastern karma
and Western co-redemptive grace.

Spiritual memory experience
of RNA
and later DNA developments
and traumatic extinctions,
positive great transitions
and double-negative traumas;
are exegetical rhythms
and sacred seasoned pattern 
teachers.

Religious language is our eisegetical listener,
subjective explorer,
witness
sometimes embedded in changing...

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It was there upon a mountain to which it came. 
That of a great flames as he stood on what appear to be a work of sapphire stone. 
As it was in a heart of love that felt to which was great desire. 
It was...

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It’s been broken for so long;
Silently churning.
I forgot I was alive,
swimming through rotten joy.
Fatigued and Complacent.
You found me;
a torrid husk enraptured 
by a sinning sun.
I spun under that liar’s star,
wishing on it’s peers for a new world.
A new way to breathe.
Hunting throughout eons
lost in-between the...

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Tell me why they criticize
why they lie
why they compromise
tell me why truth is like the jam in jelly

taken lightly stick to the belly
Tell me, yes a collar fits the neck
without choking cracking self with debt
here a little there a little bagged up with denial

poor unwanted...

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He walks through the deserts of time,
Raising his voice for life's prime,
Sharing and converting,his words do rhyme,
As he selflessly serves without seeking a dime,
He hopes to help pay sin's fine,
Leaving our heart's bell to chime,

He works with an eye single to God's glory,
Travailing and putting...

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My OldSchool patriarchal Pentateuch
precedes our polycultural HolyNew Paraclete.

This Pentateuch
begins with the beginning
of theo-TribalEgo cultural correlations;
Genesis begets Exodus,
the ChosenTribe's emigration
into sacred Promised Land

Of special transparency
and divine vulnerability
for a religious Priesthood
found in Leviticus.

Levite Priests
Jesus recognized
and dismembered as Pharisees
and Sadducees,
their scribes
and self-delighted accountants

Tediously enumerating
the fourth Book of Numbers

The...

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Grandma NiNi

We don’t know when 
But she’s at it again
By and by it rained 
A rumbling roar, 
Near deafening ,
Awakened grandma from her silence

A flicker of light crossed the sky 
And her words came to life
Stiff necked, a compass now
Circling all about 

Does the boy...

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