Long Apposite Poems

Could we be doing our best
to invest in Earth's cooperative health markets?
While you sell our most competitive killing machines
to our Saudi Arabian cousins.

Referencing this touchstone as an ecopolitical WinWin,
unlike Parisian multicultural investments in climate health,
as...

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Tens of thousands of Experts in the Health Profession including:

Dr. Jay Bhattacharya professor at Stanford University Medical School a physician Epidemiologist, health economist, and public health policy expert focusing on infectious decease and vulnerable populations.

Dr....

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“We’re cleared for takeoff,” the pilot announced, “settle in, our flight time to Atlanta will be 9 hours.”

The Gulfstream roared down the runway and in a moment the tops of trees flashed by. We climbed...

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I turned the clock of time to look deeper into the divine; I turned the clock of time to see what is mine. The wheels keep spinning and the machine keeps rolling and I behold...

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Understanding The Difference Between Spirit, Soul
And Body:
And have put on the new man who is renewed in
knowledge according to the image of Him who
created him, - Colossians 3:10
In continuation of our series on the differences
between...

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Smiling forever , caring me for nights ,
how can I forget my mother , who was all time apposite ,
Crooner thy lullabies' , thy anger quite meek ,
will thee come back , mother , when...

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To Evil
You're apposite to Bad
Though abstract you are
We've seen your vivid actions
Through your acolytes
Your opposite, the Good.
Your rivalries long run forever
That one day -you will submit
To Godness- is not in your dictionary.
Your cohorts, men.
The way...

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Waiting in line until it is my time.
      I wondered what I will say,
      What did I do, what is my excused?

   ...

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UNSPOKEN    SOUL

She was all lost; fantasized a world
On the bitumen, none resembled her
Binnacles kept empty; let gusty waves guide her
Bid  goodbye  to  a  silent  night  under...

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Time strokes the wrinkled canvas,
the ancient spider in twilight hour 
weaves the senility web, 
the empty eyes wander in the wasteland. 
The hedonist psyche refuses 
to gauge the grief of loss. 
The face morphs into...

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She was all lost;fantasized a world
On the bitumen ,none resembled her

Binnacles kept empty;let gusty waves guide her
Bid goodbye to a silent night under the mistletoe ;scrounging for serendipity

Stars were callous;she--- an embodiment of callowness ,distracted...

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COMMONPLACE PHRASIS IX
Everything in its season,concentrated
and alive stray objects ripple across
the view and solitary imagination
is its scale.Recollections of things
past,so apposite for self-expression
sieved to retain the essentials.
Exaggeration modified,ignorance
contemplated and constrained.
Atmospheres of yesterday translated
loom & sound so,...

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Returning home is always a bitter path.
Some say it’s warm and soft, it’s healing.
These words are said before the aftermath
Which brings an acute pain, which’s drilling.

It smashes down the soul inside your ring.
All thoughts are...

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hope …

dismay
heaven, hell
gods, mortality … love
all live within us
we create our own realities
and we dwell there …
oh, we are taught the tools for life -
the skills we use to SHAPE that actuality,
but we construct it...

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TREASURES
mesmerising
  asides
reside
to
display
the
extraordinary
&
delicate
blooms

a choice
narrative
survives
gently
  resides
in
patterned
  fragments
swirling
 in the
spectacular
detail
so
  apposite
&
contemporary

a foraged
 signifiance
monumental
precious
of
  intention

NOTE:THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE   using spaces&breaks without grammatical symbols ,the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and responds thus making...

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Everything in its season,concentrated and alive stray objects ripple across the view and solitary imagination is its scale.Recollections of things past,so apposite for self-expression sieved to retain the essentials.Exaggeration modified, ignorance contemplated and constrained. Atmospheres...

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Don’t take life like a game
Nothing is easy everything hard
Awake the soul and make win
Someone sending you her bless
Believe true bless always work
Only need is concentration on your work
Move on path with your vision
And get...

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A balmy day in February,
A flash of yellow's all I saw,
A welcome harbinger of Spring –
A paper bird upon the wing.

By name, a brimstone butterfly,
So apposite, its sulphur hue
Glows brightly, fresh, upon the eye,
Light as...

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