Long Bespeaking Poems

Stop Killing My Country

Accused of political banter, 
to speak the words, God Bless, 
and America in the same sentence. 
Bespeaking the fear, 
of being proud, 
just to be born in a land free from tyranny....

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We might
we must
we mightily engage color's radical invitation
toward democracy,
in which black camouflages equal opportunity,
creolizes equivalent enculturations
of diversity's tones and hues
and historic chilling cries.

We could thereby release
this collective stranglehold on white
as might
and right
or fight
absence of color's...

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born two days 
after ole Punxsutawney i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax 
nest resembled Rastafarian hair weave, 
which creature rattled with ire and peeveishness, 

when rudely roused from his...

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Shana Aubrey Harris born two days after ole Punxsutawney 
   i.e. the Doctor Phil - 
   of woodchucks Latin Name = Marmota Monax nest 
   resembled a Rastafarian hair...

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Arcola circa late 1960's early 1970's...
easy to conjure this idyllic June 8th, 2020

Envision bucolic Currier
and Ives rendered landscape,
or canvas painted
courtesy gifted late Thomas Kinkade
(or substitute favorite creative soul)
how aforementioned illustrious artists drape
mesmerized amateur and/or

art appreciation...

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Thru deliberate seductive
liaisons, ploys, and underhanded gambits,
I tendered illicit, explicit and complicit shenanigans
blatant actions to foment coital adulteration.

Ofttime these discrete liaisons found me removing 
linkedin metallic keepsake symbolizing union.

Years elapsed since this spouse pledged his...

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The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells

Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains

Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs — let your spirit sing freely and loudly

Welcoming the Birth of...

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Peace, Love, and God’s Greatest Gift

The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming...

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The mellifluous musical tones of the village bells
Echoing chimes over the cold snowcapped mountains
Both finding their way to people in the valley below

Christmas songs—let your spirit sing freely and loudly
Welcoming the Birth of Our Savior...

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(hub bur rigid version.)

All la names bespeaking deity froom
     Noah Mo' Room India Arc
     of Covenant to Blood
     (sweat and tears) of
 ...

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In summer re: I haint getting undressed!

Hence donning entire wardrobe,
Saint Nick outfit including,
while trumpeting think spring
argh only about four plus months away
lest some big bird willingly
takes me under their wing
undiscovered since I won't be peaking,
nor...

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(alternately titled:
why yours truly crafted six electronic aliases).

No rhyme nor reason beatle browed
beastie boy long ago
created INXS of half dozen
email addresses gallivanting
feigning himself a most sought after

singular modest beau
courtesy crass brazen duplicity
eventually forced to eat...

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How cannot be otherwise?
While you know God runs this
universe, and is most generous,
His nemesis is busy, planting
darkness and doubt in your mind,
truly heinous!

There you are doing your best.
However, our faith is constantly 
being put to a...

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Dreams of Moonbeams

Wondrously ethereal images always
magically abound in the dream world.

One particular image I had as a child
were dreams of moonbeams at night.

This certain majestic image and its impact 
have followed me throughout my entire...

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The naked truth sprinkles holy water
at curfew hours with touch of morbidity.
I'm on the brink of shortages -- of food and faith,
parading before my eyes the endless stream of bodies
dispatched to crematorium and the more...

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It’s 12 o clock in the night,
Thoughts twirling in my mind.
Found myself rambling on the deck and to my surprise;
Blissful breeze across my face cheering my faith to rise.

Persuading  to stop trying to cling...

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FEBRUARY ON WILDMOOR HEATH

Across the Heath the chill'ed land is sleeping
The cyclic pattern of seasonal life bespeaking
Bushes hunched, bare trees holding themselves still
Not restrained by death but life's farseeing will

The grasses, sedge and reeds withered...

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Twilight Whispers

Our whispers during twilight,
highlight a mystical moment
of owl-light during our special
walk together in this lush forest.

This moment captures for us a
period of true tranquility where
issues, problems, and other earthly
worries carry no weight, no penalty.

Holding...

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slight, silky rain stops,
across this grassy vale,
patches of burnt brown,
remnants of last bushfire
that has just died down;

here, there, hesitantly,
along blackened edges
of rocks, like emerald coil,
tender, green shoots sprout
just an inch above moist soil;

such pleasant green...

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