Long Attuned Poems

A plethora of complex verbiage clogs and clutters solemn university tombs,
gem-encrusted sequestered  vaults  impervious on  mountain peak percentage practical basis, 
when express benevolence  enjoins the ultimate in empirical  assessment ...

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Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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The elves left separately and reconvened in the safe room.  If  Rian was aware of Joulupukki's presence in the Village, they did not want to give away what magic he had.  When...

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Book One: Ancestors of the Ark

Ch.1: Welcome to the Village of Chapel Hill


     In a quiet little village far away from here, lives a Minister and his wife and the animal's...

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ZeroSum Spirit
bicameral begins
playing through Ego-Eco Me.

Nondual trinitarian bilaterality
of a Mother Scaling Tree
forecasting and shadowing
WinWin
healthy branching
and rooting properties.

Spirit consciousness,
DNA with RNA tribal strings
of multicolored cooperative intelligence.

ZeroSpirit
fractal-seasoned
developing psychology
phylogeny
homology
toward
WiseElder WinWin GoldenRulology.

ZeroAnimated
AcclimatingMundi,
full-mooned Boody
multiregenerational cosmos
where ev'rything grows living out
and fades...

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What about you?
Is there anything you've been working on
for many centuries?

Well, as a son of Father Sun,
I have been moving toward family and tribal justice
within a global climate of peace
as politically integrative  internal empowerment
with...

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Coffee or tea?

Fragmented frogs frolicking fruitlessly freeing flavoursome fairy freckles,
But what of the speckled hound in the bin?
Well he growled,
He snarled,
The sole paw pilot pivoting,
How interesting was it to note though that the frogs although...

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Unitarian Church returnee

After a hiatus of countless years
plus an additional 
almost three months 
since a major makeover,
(I experienced the magic
wrought courtesy
a bonafide big hearted 
beautician at Salon Nova
located in beautiful 
downtown Limerick, Pennsylvania

to render my...

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Then Comes the Lady in Blue


(“...But to the sound of his passing/he sings.  It is a kind of triumph/that he grieves— thinking of the white lilacs in bloom, profuse, fragrant, white in excess of...

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NO CONDEMNATION
Sometimes  I wish I can play the anonymous,  though 
am not autonomous but I've got  an anomalous result so far,
like a pilot things keep piling up, cares about where about still
I...

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First version 



As Midnight Moon Shines Upon Her Eyes 


In a dream world where fantasies abound 
shall be where my princess is found
Wrapped in her vision an angelic choir
cherubs singing her heart's desire
Her voice soothes...

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There is a song entitled, His Eye is on The Sparrow. There are ten words
that speak to me relative to the theme of this poem. Those ten words are;
'I sing because I'm happy; I sing...

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?? A Living Dead I'm ??


©?Abdul Qudus Olamilekan Yisa.

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Like an appearance of a full moon's fall,

the light of her love illuminated my heart,

in the presence of no light, which was once nightfall.

and like a grumble...

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Perhaps immigration is our big US national anxiety
because we don't know how to unilaterally abort
cancerous growth of matricide.

Too much to even think about
at a merely nationalistic level
of ecocidal unconsciousness.

Earth is our shared sacred home
which has...

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Mediocre son (me) crafts letter to his papa

Impossible mission to escape end of life woe
visit courtesy grim reaper 
inevitable for every mortal,
whether he/she alive
yesterday, today or tomorrow
quintessentially senescence tabled
upended wrested status quo
belief, dogma, faith...
(i.e. Unitarian...

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These cascaded tears are black in complexion,
I started arranging them when I was fourteen.
These broken stars are the horizons of fear, 
I started numbering them when I was ten. 
These words were the scars seen
in...

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His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time's homing invitation
to hear and see, 
feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within Spirit's wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reverberating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged...

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ALLISON AND THE THREE ELVES

Once upon a time, a talented young girl called Allison
Wandered through a dense and scary forest.
She passed a cottage which said on the
Door, occupied by 3 elves, she often imagined
That her...

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I am sexually attracted to intelligence.

Intimate conversations springing from an

eloquent mind, undressing my conscience

and making love to my thoughts.

Giving me cerebral stimulating orgasms from

live interchange of mind blowing discussions,

direct transmissions tickling my wordsmith

senses in a...

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Nope Not Even A Brief History...
About Month Named December

The Latin root (albeit - lo'
(mein lee) first two syllables
i. e. decem) - no
joking - translate to mean ten,
where millenniums ago
this delineation quite apropos,

cuz (wade back in...

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Smile & nod
Actin like my attention spans top notch
Steady glancin at the clock
Checkin my wrist with no watch 
Don't take  offense 
This probably won't make sense 
Sht got me all jittery & tense 
I...

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You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I wanted more. 
So, I pulled myself up, joined with Re,...

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I always said tether to the void
Not any idealistic reason or choice
Now suspended I know why I’ve been devoid
Because how can one speak with an inside voice
Where no one can hear you outside yourself
Dawn of...

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Prayer for the Sacred Gaia

Lord God,

As we suffer in this famine of lack, we come humbly before you, confessing as the tax
collector once confessed, begging you to have mercy upon us.

For in a spirit of...

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Spectrums, Tints and Shades

Like the painter’s palette awash with hues and tones – white to tint and black to shade, greys scattered in between: 

What risks we run:
Shaving a little too close that we get...

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