Long Anonymity Poems

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These days I forgive myself everything. After all
I'm alone and unhappy so I give myself a little treat
whenever possible. On summer nights I remember
the good women who loved me but live with their husbands now.

This...

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Science can’t save you, neither can religion,
at least Popper and Niebuhr, philosophers and poets,
are entertainers, which is why actors and athletes
are paid so much. Thanks for the summaries.
I was teaching Shakespeare’s 92nd ridiculous sonnet
to my...

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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...

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A homeless poet

A few days ago, I was walking home with my dollar store notebook in my hand as I walked. I was deep in thought about how I was going to fill these 250...

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President Trump, 
shortly after his singularly smelly election, 
declared emphatic comparisons with Elder Republican
Abraham Lincoln.

Early on,
he described Lincoln as his kindred political soul,
admired mentor,
and the former President he was destined to most resemble
in spirit and...

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"No, I am not Prince Hamlet, nor was meant to be;
                        ...

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POTW

When Wishes were made on a shooting star
The Heavens looked down and smiled
With sprinkles of stardust on a whisper of moonbeams
They created for us a child

Soothed you were by twinkling stars
In a crib that faced...

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From June to September
I cannot remember
A damn thing that I did
What took me over
Was a monster called Bipolar
Which escaped from the shadows where it hid

And to add to this schism
I was fighting alcoholism
A Demon that...

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Elusive ephemeral ethereal expansive eye (I) witness timelessness

Analogous to Möbius strip -
measured passage of existence
seems to defy any beginning or end
(unless Artificial Intelligence
supersedes developers smarts 
of computer technology
evincing brain power
designing sophisticated machines 
that enslave their...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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You're "afraid" to get out and cast a vote, 
but not of rioting in the streets.

You say you champion diversity,
but take away fetal rights to be.
(At the evolving life-point of no return,
(Scientifically))
Would you protect the...

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Easy to be cruel
against sublime unitarian longings
stewed in outdoor green/blue sunshine
reproducing universal solitude belonging

Within this multiculturally hued
resilient solidarity
I likely feel compassion's warm 
win/win communication 
in/on Earth's most gracefilled
vocationally sacred 
shared interfaith intent

To find every day,...

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The Empirical Veneers of Decency and Acceptance

It’s funny how perceived intelligence 
Is not necessarily a measure of true smarts 
How the genius, the barrister and the eloquent 
Can miss the point from the very start...

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Grief tears down the walls,
Built by scarred hearts,
Convincing walls, sturdy like the oak –
But not nearly as resilient when anguish trembles
In hearts who have never known the dark,
The soundless shadows,
Fading like a smile who has...

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Impossible dreams that give rise to miracles do happen in real life,
How else can one explain  as riotous celebrations burst into life,
There in Leicester City when her football team confirmed their supremacy,
With a final...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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We will truly only see this life when looking at it from the next.

You will only truly feel this poem
when you see through the poorly
written text.

There are things unseen, between
the lines of shadows and light.
Creeping...

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Or Bored With The Rings

Carved into a tree in Mirkwood:
Watch out for Treebeard, girls. He's fast!

On a restroom wall in the Shire:
Hoo boy! that Bilbo Baggins,
I'm so tired of His Naggins.

 
Scribbled on the pink...

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Was the purpose of your absence an attempt at causing me pain? 
That crippling feeling, a spider spinning its web inside my mind. 
That arachnid, poisonous, jeers the word space like a handicap. 
That parasitic...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers,
picking pennies from the gutters
as the merchants close their shutters
and the homeless crouch in doorways
in their rags, against the cold.
Black or white, no compromise,
no colours clothe the empty streets,
as...

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Everyday, I wake up wondering if the moon will shine or the stars will find a clear path to explore the other side of the universe. Every day, I wake up wondering if the sun...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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Late night summons madmen, 
madams, bold streetwalkers, 
picking pennies from the gutters 
as the merchants close their shutters 
and the homeless crouch in doorways 
in their rags, against the cold. 
Black or white, no compromise,...

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In the chamber of silence where souls converge,
Masks lie in wait, the nocturnal guardians of our being.
Adorned with grimaces and velvet smiles,
They are armors against the unknown arrows of the estranged world.
Oh, how they descend...

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The pen is mightier than the sword, but our power of speech comes from The Lord 




W.O.R.D.S = S.W.O.R.D.

Words are my existence, they take me to where I need to go
carefully chosen, because from my...

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