Long Abstraction Poems

In the darkness of the night, 
a ruby gleams 
to contrast a slumbered eye awakened 
to feeling, 
reflection, light, 
Lady "Genie", eyes aglow
like a beast, in mid-stride,
lost in her midnight dreams is clothed in a...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s...

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"Burnt Aqua"



I can taste the sun
on my tongue
it spills down 
my throat
like burnt aqua
healing the beating frisson

I am ebony inside
shading in my shadow world
some somnolent soul
waking from slumber’s dream dance 
a small death in life...

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About Bill Posters and Bill Greenwell

Words not to use in poems

In 1993, I (Bill Greenwell) went on a three-day workshop with the poet Peter Sansom, who co-edits The North, and runs the Smith/Doorstop imprint. He’s...

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I was a diligent safety engineer, modifying the hazardous work practices,
Like the thrilling festive celebrations, when you open up pretty packages!

I took my work very seriously, and my motto had long been safety first,
Like waiting...

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I understand that my values have changed. In ways to frame a point we can't help complain. Distract a conscience with tasks to entertain. As well as moments uncaptured to drive insane.

Now sorry I know...

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"Madame Bovary", a novel by French novelist Gustave Flaubert, in 1856. Flaubert reconstructed a conventional story of adultery into a lasting work of heartfelt humanity. Madame Bovary is considered Flaubert’s masterpiece, and, according to some,...

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I have been staying awake for as long as I can.
I have been doing this till I come up with a better plan.
I have been going and going till I can no longer stand.
I have...

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In theology,
and ecological healthy
and pathological relationships,
I know self-righteous fundamentalists
and nonviolent nondualists,
and most everyone else
processing together
win/lose
either/or
in-between
both/and.

Odd,
how such an abstraction
between fundamental uniformity
of sacred energy
and nondual co-arising unity
of divine-humane light,
can sever a healthy 
sacred-secular 
polynomial balance,

A harmonic resonance
championed...

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It’s not that they’re stupid, it’s just that they’re unreasonable. They’ve rejected doctors as standing autonomously, when our physical makeup mostly consists of idempotent elements, making us all independent people when acting or interacting. We...

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(Holding fire and water together) 
I don't know why the rain keeps writing the 
name of Nigeria on the ground in every corner. 
I don't know why we are this broken and 
tortured like the...

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MILES OF BLUE
By
Tony Adamo (Nov.25,’05)

I walked into a little jazz dive off 125th and Lex.
A cold wind blew me through the swingin’ doors.
Beer, peanuts, dark smoke and the smell of times gone by laid me...

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Flatness 
	
	
	Consider the possibility of becoming 
	a two-dimensional surface
	with no thickness whatsoever. 
	No, face-down on the floor won’t get it; 
	at best your nose will be in the way. 
	You’ve got to get lower, closer,...

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NOT incarnated in an unlight inside this Great Hookworm's duotoroidal traumedy-

NOR feverously skeined 'tween the Void's warp-weft over timeleft psukhai shivering-

NIL latency in thoughtfoam friths or thrice-past-madness witnesses to Tantalus' entelechy.


IT wasn't borne on echoes...

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Witchcraft
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he licked the carving knife at every meal
the old gods hovered close
he knew who they were and furthermore
why they want to be real so badly
consequently only the curious will ever
make sense of this enmanglement
letters of...

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THE STRANGER MAN (2)

They who posses tire
out and loose more
in keeping.
As homeowner never
have I felt at home
But closer home as
squatter and
settler.
The crop man crops
his way through
life,
The dry cleaner
cannot subdue the
muck;
The well heeled
can’t afford inner
balm with...

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Imagine busy corporations
with political and economic healthy outcome missions,
like yourself maybe,
or perhaps your temple or church or favorite Earth Day nonprofit,
or your garden club or growing family,
as incarnate evolving Traditions
with EcoSystemically Struggling Cultures,
within individual Ego-identities,
but...

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Freedom is an alter ego like a mask
Behind which censor has no eyes, and balm its blood applies.
Poetry is my freedom when wings cannot fly
The pain of the arrow in my solitary eye ...
You wrote...

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It was a woodcut in our high school history text, Unit 4 Beginnings of the
      Modern World, that so disturbed,
from the Nuremburg Chronicles depicting the burning of the Jews, flat
...

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I seem to have forgotten
the purpose of civilization
we are to animals 
as animals are to a basket of forks
C.J. Jung as the UFO pilot
in "Freud Attacks" a talkie
a flaming romp through the hubs of hell
hI...

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Abstraction is an old story with the philosophers, but it has been like a new toy in the hands of the artists of our day. Why can't we have any one quality of poetry we...

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My pain is constant and buried deep within my bones,
And in this darkness I am left alone.
The cartilage throbs and ceases to remain,
Yet I'm left in the silence with my pain.

And where water and trees...

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And Maybe…….. (  for my Daughter Kether  )
 
“And maybe” she said so vehemently
“And maybe these things just aren’t meant to be”

Her eyes so wild in her need so strong to verbalize a...

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and lastly I'd like to thank my agent
Shifty Placard unkempt as they come
nutty as squirrel cheeks at the Ritz
a little like Santa Claus and Nero
Shifty made me walk the line
between the rolling green hills of...

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