Long Amplitude Poems

"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware, beware"

barefoot softly 
the Supernaturalist 
transfigures instead

from under shine 
she bares...

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Madison's defense of the establishment clause to the Virginia legislature:
"Religion both existed and flourished, not only without the support of human laws, but in spite of every opposition from them, and not only during the...

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recognition of our true constitution reveals
we are not merely limited mind-body combine
our soul being encased in five sheaths or coverings
of which the first and grossest is the material organism
the second our pranic energy field, which...

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History unfolds reflective evolution
as culture nutrition values inform economic health.

Just as currency only carries values humans supply
as a society of economic transactors
so my own paltry sums can only carry those values
I am willing to re-invest...

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Interpreting mine Poetry

Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting, canvassing
entreating... obscure words dumbfounding
readers (himself included), he eludes
(shading tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his woods
garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,

how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more...

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Thank you Stathi,

I thought we were going to be 
about Learning to Accept

degenerating ancient bodies
losing soulful minds;

A cosmic loss
of indigenously NatureYang
is Spirit Yintegrally wise EarthTribe
for bilaterally becoming 
organic EcoSystemic 
MultiReligious PolyCultures:
 
PanenTheistic  
StraightWhiteMale Universal-West...

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"Books and boys have enmity my girl”
Generations of women said to me,
Old is gold
But I missed a step, tripped over my books and fell hard for you!
You see, when I decided to love you 
I...

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as the Crystal Mariachis arpeggiate the morning
why do the mighty remain cruel
while we are manning the oars beneath them
they see a tidy world
where mommy wipes their butts
you got your allegory you got your metaphor
plowing the...

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2/2/17


Stay tuned
For the soon to be boom
Between the sun and moon
And any flowers that do or don't bloom
During morning, night and afternoon

Lifeforms becoming unglued
Nobody is immune
Never assume
Acting like a buffoon
And being rude or lewd
Just because...

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The sweet release of empty flesh,
The curling locks of lady death and her syndicate.
Mercy disguised as agony;
Agony cloaked as mercy.
Eyes not glaring with murderous intent but with immense desolation.
The mistress: arousing with the hammer wrapped...

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Idyllic reverie during break of day

May today bring unbridled bliss 
delivered courtesy sunshine kissed
giving Midas a run for his money.

When the last trace of night 
evaporates analogous to milky hue,
whereat a dreamy state 
pervades thy...

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Interpreting Poetry (mine)

Similar to scrutinizing
an abstract painting,
this author begetting
obscure words dumbfounding
readers, he eludes
(no shade tree fore rest)
clear cut discerning,
yet oft times his words

garner reviews raving
esoteric word choice,
how mind boggling
to this logophile despite
more than one reading
brow...

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Deep breath
Then a shallow one
What's that now?
Another shallow one?
And another
OK, there is a deep one now
And now a shallow

And there is no rhythm to it
There is no fixed interval
The breathing is like a ship in...

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#Conversations_in_the_corridors
Listen with caution, these corridors have deep explicit voices whispering some mind boggling conversations, erruptive spine chilly giving conversations, lies of good nothings, if these corridors could speak and show screenshots, world war 3 of...

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Captive beauty, in the wilderness aloneGolden moments of a man’s solitudeStands gloriously, as when bliss does hone                  ...

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Experienced a third bigger earthquake recently but this poem I wrote for a smaller earthquake years ago)

My first trivial tremor experience had been in Southern Africa
And now this puny earthquake I felt in Tanzania. 

I...

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THE ALTURNATING CURRENT IS CHANGING THE BUDDA AMPLITUDE, 
WITH OUT THE ARTIFICIAL AUROMA THERE IS NO MASS OR MAGNUTUDE, 
SO WE INTENCE THE THC SO THE CATALIST CHANGE THE CHEMICAL EQUATION, 
TRULY BLUNTING THE AVERAGE...

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The holy and sacred river of India,
Starts its coarse and lumpy journey from the all mighty and staunchest Himalayas. 

Its creation and origin from the head of Lord Shiva,
Has interested an impressive story in the...

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I want a love
that comes once in a lifetime
filled with sleepless nights
and for all the no reason fights
I want warm whispers underneath an ever billowing blanket
where I hunger for his touch
and he is only awaiting...

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Once i stood at the peak of mount 
seleya
Observing the red sun and dry winds 
of the Vulcan homeworld
Surveying the vast desert land in a 
cloud of dust
Silently wishing in my heart that it 
would...

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Once i stood at the peak of 
mount seleya
Observing the red sun and dry 
winds of the Vulcan homeworld
Surveying the vast desert land 
in a cloud of dust
Silently wishing in my heart 
that it would...

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Reflecting On Thy Long Doggone Pooch -
"Georgie Harris"

At present moment thoughts adrift,
     whereat figurative throne,
     this chap doth 
     emotionally abdicate
no particular reason...

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In our scientific
secular
sometimes ecological
paradigms

We speak
and feel monocultural solitude
versus polycultural amplitude

Colonizing internal dry complexities
versus creolizing moist outside chaos
decomposing uncreative tensions
lack of creative intentions

Meanwhile,
within our gospel choirs
sacred
systematically theological
polytheistic 
and polyphonic 
transubstantiating polynomially 
equipoised poetic
polytheistic paradigms
expressing timeless robust...

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The young generation, who believe in dissolution,
promulgating the manifesto
“tradition is the grave of the banality,
only solecism is the quickening of new life…”

yell upholding a flag similar to a bad check
which is unable to secure the...

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Her golden locks glide grandly through our gladioli gilded garden gateway,
I gulp ginormous groundbreaking gulleys, 
telltale tear tsunamis cut cataclysmic currents,
raw reckless rupture of romantic render,
terror-stricken tangential tamper seal evidence
on lumpen lunge lonesome lachrymose levee...

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