Long Backlit Poems

margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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The story goes that men have only one thing on their mind
But down throughout the ages there are men far more refined 
Sometimes man is called upon to do the righteous thing
And carry out the...

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Have you ever played with it?
Even if just a bit.
Or thrown it.
Because you were in a snit.
Did you ever eat it?
Then throw out the pit.
Or caught it.
In your mitt.

Would you yell at it?
In a momentary...

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I.
Bob Harney was riding upon the evening stage,
worried they’d not reach Pelltown before light did fade,
he hoped they didn’t have to spend the night camping out,
they’d heard the Arapahos were raiding around.

The others in the...

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A whale in a pail is far more active in a gale or in copious amounts of hail. Putting money into sharks is a shifty act involving the shuffling of coats in cloakrooms. And clown...

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The golden hour for rising has arrived, and there are violet roses in the sky,
So, I bid hello to you, my robust friend, as the vibrant, cerise birds float by.

The obsidian night, it was very...

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one night i dreamt i was surfing in cyberspace &
many images flickered in Adobe Flash
with every movement made, every keystroke &
slide of the mouse to & fro,
i hadn’t a clue (in real time), but i...

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alone inside with me, less than inspirational

  so look out for the more interesting folk

  momentary excitement, the fiery motivational

  beyond the familiar, to stoke and provoke

  daydream departure from mundane...

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Put on a happy face
when I release taut fingers 
from your pallid cheeks.
Promises and empty lies 
are sported clichés
that spoil a silenced vocabulary.
A quieted understanding we've
vocally committed to;
barks a matted-jackal’s constitution -
perceiving morose consequences
of blind...

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My voice
Alive with tone
Yet sharply censored
By a mind's take on years
Of historical notes

Tongue no longer sweetened 
By optomism
Or spiced with
Mischievous humor
Suddenly all I taste is
So dry
So predictably dull

Night steps forward quickly
Like a woman whose
High heels...

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Tight Spaces 

I wriggle through the tight spaces, 
moving between these fussy wise cracks,
all in forward motion, my forward goal,
moving towards a light beyond, way up ahead.
A dimming glow, like a watery eye,
lubricating and easing...

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(Poem is in the peace symbol, created in 1958 by designer Gerald Holtom, upward V and later chosen by Bertrand Russell. Please read the first oblique downright and the second upright. Then, the last four...

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I'm a 68 year aged
ecofeminist Taoist,
Yin Unitarian and Yang Universalist
in a bicameral
dipolar co-arising 
Left/Right-UnWinged EarthCentric kind of way

Where "permacultural"
presumes death
and resumes life,
both multiculturally held together
in win/win organically optimized resilience

Depolarizing,
restorative Green EarthJustice
and eco-resonant interfaith green peace
through...

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We had wandered through the art show…enduring all the crowds
when he happened upon an artist…who only painted clouds.

“Excuse me”, we said asking the obvious, “and this is by no means a complaint
but we have to...

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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling...

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2007
*
the country stile
hedged the wild flower meadow
where I sit awhile
*
shadows in the sky-
fluttering across my eye
a brown butterfly
*
on the wind,a bell-
muffled from across the square
raindrops fill the air
*
on the lawn
lily petals timeworn-
summer draws to its...

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delicately I dream
embodied elegance 
  alighting at stops 
       of impermanence
solemn slumber 
    encased casualty of my day
       ...

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Corners
         by Odin Roark

He thought he knew corners
After all
Stumbled into 
Been backed into 
More than his share

This was different

He lay in bed
Fingering his glasses
Should he wear them?
Leave...

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Marley Manor is that old castle-like Victorian high on the hill.
The one on West Minister? Yes. That’s the one. It gives me a chill.
Seriously, I would love to see; it always gives me a thrill.
I...

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Nobody believes me!

We are killing ourselves and each
other everyday.
And no, we don't need a gun.
But, come on, they tell me,
Stop being a party pooper!

No, I won't get on the train of yours.
Anymore than "Old  Sparky."
The...

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Looking for Carl Sandburg

almost one hundred years
after your Chicago apologetic
i am searching for century-old signs of the city
rushing to see them in a few too-short days
when it is bundled in 
cloud and rain and mist...

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The night jitterbug’s its way into morn.
The car seat’s awash in burger rappers, torn. 

A lipstick stained paper coffee cup sits
precariously on the dash, backlit.
The windshield takes a direct hit
from a large storm-tossed stick.

Dana Scully,...

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Do you think that our ancestral cave people had dreams of cars?
Did their hearts leap a bit when they stared up at stars?
Would the brightest of the bright envision their family flying in the air?
Can...

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Shadow of Ignorance
                    by Odin Roark

How pervasive
This innocence
Turned weapon
Casting as it does
But silhouettes of its reality

The...

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D street daydreams,

watered down time,
diluted with a soured lime,

streaming like faces,
caught in tour bus windows,
shading eyes from mid day light,

a winking glint on distant water,

faint gulls cry winging over,
far off sand dunes like snowy plover,

wind...

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