Long Babblings Poems

It is an unseasonable March day.
My kitchen blinds are drawn against morning sun,
their slender slats like new skin protecting the body's vital organs;
eyelids before this rose-covered tablecloth as though the blooms
are the pale larvae of...

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Through pristine glass observed
autumnal leaves a scatter
the litter of the season
to dishevel and clutter up the garden

Sweep the crumbs away
lay polish to the smudged and smear
for glinting tiles speak ever more clear
to build the walls...

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I have been stricken  like a  fool who utters all his mind,
And the fullness of the hope that I desire is still deferred.
So shall I say I am not sick?
I have been beaten...

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behind of a supposed strong & mature “adult”
who advertises to others their ability to
“discipline” their child,
lies a great fear stirring,
which comes out in the actions taken to make
that little child submit to their will
from early...

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Dear Miss Monkey Manners, I hope that you can solve a problem for an old baboon,
I’ve said some things to a dear friend of mine and it makes me feel like I’m a buffoon.
I said...

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EMBARRASSED
               AND SOMEWHAT ASHAMED
          IT BEST DESCRIBES THE MOMENT
   ...

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AT NOUGHT—

Under feet covered with my bad choices
I’m uncaring and I don’t care how it’s going
All caught up, unwavering, demining, stop judging the brethren
Unrestricted
I have a following
Mind’s encased in babblings, stop judging the populace
To dance...

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stumbling upon a case of a christian minister or priest
who took his sweet time to violate the innocence of 
one or several little kids who will never be able to wash
themselves clean of the disease...

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"La forêt interdite"




In my soul
there You,
The Flame,
spend the 
better part of my 
night and day
playing your 
naked mind 
o’er my heart
The Shrew 
a wilding to 
be tamed, a
coaxing coquette,
bids come 
now,
pluck my 
Golden Chord
Insolent 
I...

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what is said to be
sacred
has never been such.

the fictions of religions have
plagued the minds of humans since
we made our first aurignacian 
scrawlings in the haute garonne of
france.

there we began to carve our 
images---
just embodiments of...

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Thoughts trickle what was left of my sanity, 
Slowly but surely down my brain to gravity
Like the last drop of rain on a roof tile, 
Being the last drop of hope to inspire the dwindling...

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As the flowers bloomed each day in every shape and size
Many others have lost their way and no longer even realize
The joy of just one flower standing amongst all those weeds
For it is to that...

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I look back my early days
Likely to recount the moments of joy.
I thought the seconds when I opened my eyes first.
I asked myself if it was the happiest moments.
Might be a pleasure sought of Nature,
Might...

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a person subjected to the 
babblings of one middle-aged-
newly-single, to someone whose 
status has not yet been revealed 
to them, stirs in distraction,
when whatever one was trying
to get done is now bothered by
the subtle &...

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crippled by the relative
impossibility
of ever soaking in the light
of intellectual & creative
inspiration, said to come from
the bright, shining, illuminating
awe of someone truly great, 
who might stroll into your path 
whilst you stumble along aimlessly,
it can...

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The distant toll of the temple bells
 As clock strikes, thou tread upon the sacred temple
Lifting up hands with the Holy Assembly

“Father I thank you am not a sinner like her
I fast and pray like...

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could it possibly have been the tumor in your stomach
which then spread to your brain,
finally killing you
on august 19th, 1662,
which led to your shameless “wager”
which believers have used in an endless attempt to
inflict
guilt
upon 
all of...

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mindless sentimental drivel....
foolish babblings of a false dense of happiness
foolish blatherings of a longing heart
mindless sentimental drivel....
ranting and ravings of a heart covered 
in a rose colored haze
ranting and ravings of a mind covered
in an...

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We speak from 

The valleyed river,
inevitably flowing away
from unattainable mountain caps
remembered with heightened longing,
stoned babblings

The silent zero
for predicting whole
fertile open wisdom
of the One.

Yin inside 
needing to fulfill outside 
Yang great thirsty need

Right embodied feelings
completing Left...

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