Long Aquamarine Poems

"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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My thought for this day,
although still early,
is respect for hope.

Respect for our interdependence
and respect for our challenging differences,
important, yet hopefully not as powerful
as our interdependent love for healthy life.

Yesterday
I noticed a brown cardboard box
in the...

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a mere fledgling of twelve, with dreamy eyes,                                                   ...

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Ours was daily mysterious,
sometimes near mystical, 
rapture;
a sensual yet platonic
dorm-mate love affair,
within the only male grad student corridor
at SFSU.

He was the presumably straight Vietnam veteran
southern white good ol' boy,
athletically studying Japanese,
with a gentle passion for...

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Thrice the night—the day!—both fell to sleepless slumber,
But now in Spring, though yet again: The third was three in number. 

I sense a wince remind itself,
Of what it means to be,
Instead to beg for booked...

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As no one
never said
about nothing,

"Calling in human health care options
might not imply
calling out
lack of Earth-wealthy choices."

I could, possibly,
but certainly not prudently,
go all the way
back
back,

Even further back,
to European roots
to StraightWhiteMale monoculturalism,
Christian-Royalist monotheistic supremacy
over educational
dogma
and development systems

(not...

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Myths of deductive distinctions,
like white could not come from black,
are disinformed 
when severed from contrasting inductive integrity,
greyscale dualdark co-passions 
within light's future shadows 
of golden opportunity.

RightWing patriarchs oppositionally forget
we are LeftWing matriarchal-appositional reborn
within cooperative health...

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Earth offers outdoor organic classes
in Cooperative Health Proposal Design
and Revolutionary WinWin Research Writing
for restoring WinLeft/WinRight nutritional justice
and co-empowering bilateral peace.

Earth rises and sets permaculture designers
for ZeroZone Ego/Eco nondual-centric revolutions,
cooperative journal-writing and bodymind-map making,
Golden Rule health...

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I was once something of a pessimist, and that fact did not concern me,
As violet birds are content, to spend their nights in different trees.

Still I had a happy and quiet existence, or at least...

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The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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The Killing Field”

Ariana nodded, tremolo fingers,
and they ran across the killing field,
watching the steel-toed kite ascend—
a fleeting instant of triumph in the vacuum.
Josh scoffed as it dipped,
both caught in the pull of the abyss,
falling but...

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All things that glow and move,
all things that change and pass,
I gather their delight
as in a burning-glass;
Judith Wright

The Queen's Conjurer
1.
'Given to magic and uncanny arts'
'Art mathematical' to make strange works
 Genius of movement artificial
Mechanical scarab...

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I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees,
Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees.

I had always loved nature, having begun gardening when I was...

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flying over Gulf of Mexico
                              ...

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S/he began our academic feast
in EcoFeminist HerStory Class
reflecting on the history of violent pissed communication
and nonviolent communion
between Afghanistan's empowered
and disempowering LeftBrain StraightMale privilege

And Islam-Christian creolizing cultures
in the Unitarian States
of BiNational
BiHemispheric
BiPolarizing Red/Brown South
and Green/White North

Orange hot...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." Mary...

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"Papyrus, Lapis Lazuli and the Valley of the Kings - Part 1"
 
“Tell me about the Valley of the Kings”, her lips moved speaking 
to someone, 
sitting somewhere 
on the other side of the Glass...

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   "A crescent dahlia floats, birthed in decay ~
            midst emerald ferns,
    where scars dance upon henna leaflets,
 ...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my...

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Listen to the shifting winds 
carrying musical meteors,
there soars floating
letters between 
lyrical lines,
emanating runes
that reflect 
revolving rhymes
of faith within
and beyond.
For we are more than
just spectators or actors, 
in this theatrical life,
we are the assigned 
maestros...

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Wherever the winter falls,
upon snowflakes of a frozen saudade ~
rising from the flares
of maple-gold and copper,
I waltz in lilac lanes of petrified pigments,
imperfectly splattered by impure poppies ~
exhaling myself in a universe without you...

Somewhere in...

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*To fully appreciate this a person would have to be at least somewhat familiar with the movie: Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure

"Dude, here's a heads up - ENTROPY BITES!" said Bill as he limped up...

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"Paying homage to ancestral kyanites, 
      which once vibrated with indigo streams
  in sparks of salient storms ~
   I soar across melancholic mangroves, 
   ...

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As the mediterranean torrents 
thawed away this wildflower of Medusa ~
once roaring in merciless thunders, 
now, I'm found swaying,
midst lemongrass fields ~
conversing with freshwater naiads
for, every weed is a storyteller
     ...

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Balconies From Afar

In a view from the balcony, above the aquamarine sea
All the gifts of creation are unwrapped, like bark on a birch tree
Where the strength of the soul is exposed to salt air, screaming...

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