Long Blustering Poems

Damian Stood with the front 
Door opened and said,  "Family! 
We will be leaving in fifteen 
Minutes. Do whatever you have
To before we hit the road. Use
The bathroom whatever! 
Come on!! HAKIM!! About 7
minutes...

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Date:  January  2046

8:45 am  in the Damian Domaine 
Some are sleeping some are peeping
What are we eating? Said Molly to
Dolly. "What ever we can?" She replied 
While still sleepy eyed checking
Supplies. So...

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Pondering the reflections on this windless day                            ...

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One year Passed Dolly had long 
Since given birth to a baby girl
Named Desharah, a green eyed
Heart stopper. She and 
Amadeus were growing up 
Crazy about each other.  She 
Was 2 years old and...

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Date:   August  2045

Amadeus rose from his dreams
At 10 morning time. He prepared 
For his for his birthday. He was thinking 
Of the day ahead as he Showered.
"Yeaah, I'm sixteen today!"
Afterwards Amadeus dressed...

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And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs                        ...

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Letter to a novice poet:

(What modern poetry is for me)

Welcome to the family of budding poets, who pen passion and
meaning or anything life holds for them. Enjoy. Buds will sprout
and blossom over time. No buts...

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It falls softly as it tumbles...
Down from the sky darkly...
Deep in the heart of midnight.

Not a deity stirs at this moment out of time.
As young eyes stare into the void of an empty room. 
Something...

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Humanity is destined to dissolve
when fear consumes the minds of timid kings.
Such pandering lets lunacy evolve
and impotence is forced to face its sting.
An evil wind, with blustering conceit,
embarks to stage aggressions at your gate,
‘tis but...

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"The Vanilla Ice Cream Knights and The Raspberry Queen"



"You’ve been spooning
too much Vanilla Icecream”, 
she advised the buffoon

all the feathery self-blustering chirpers 
parted way, she had loaded guns
she positively glided into the room

“Diamonds my old...

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One fine blustering autumn day an old man puts on his boots pulls up his trousers off he goes,
If anyone wondered where he was going it was to a forest a good long walk it...

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The sixty-year reunion
of the class of '55
was quite a celebration
for the ones who had survived...

First came prissy Pomeroy-
then Milford, Meeks, and Moody
who like old crows, perched and cawed
at busty old Miss Trudy

While Trudy curled her...

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When I was a child
my evangelical family 
went to People's CoOperative Bible Church,
to rapturously pray and praise our privileged preachy partialness,
political and economic and social and environmental,
spiritual against physical apartheid
of superior, divinely-inspired, theology,

Yet, somehow rooted...

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One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home,
If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest,
The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now...

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One fine, blustering, autumn day an old gentleman walks from his home,
If anyone wondered where he was going he was on his way to a forest,
The old gentleman walked at a leisurely pace stopping now...

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I spend time with a friend 
well, a pseudo-friend 
an acquaintance of sorts 
no, I guess he'd be a friend, 
shit, who knows 
one of those types you never really share your heart 
that authentic...

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No earthquake, no thunder, no volcanic eruption
Or even there was no any of natural calamities,
A sudden loud sound broke out all through the bush
With whizzing, shuddering, cracking, tearing, echoing,
Fear, horror, dark, terror, misery and ill...

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In Permaculture Design,
and in Restorative Justice,
and in resonant Systemic Theology
for good WinWin faith
in healthy polycultural futures
rooted in wealthy past regeneration
more than degeneration,

Our Design goals
for ego's ZeroZone habitat
have multicultural resilient self-nurturing intent
to balance diverse mutually nutritional-relational...

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BULLY- - MATON- part 1


Matón—
Tú no eres nada;
 Pero un cobarde valiente;
 Matón—
Tu elección es tan estúpida;
 No podías manejar tu propio poder; 
Ya ves que TODOS debemos ver al Padre un día;
Bully--
Your choice is...

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Scented Leaves

A garden lost, in the footsteps of time,
Beckons from a garden of scented leaves
Remembering perfection in the cool of the evening,
Memories awaking long dormant memories
Now redeemed by scars;
A path that ends in gates reopened
To...

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Notice
in silent anticipations
softening distinctions
empower fluidity,
blending Language
Culture
Communication,
symbol recreating systems.

Consider
how apparent differences
between discrete word choices
may also nonverbally spread
across indiscrete relationships
dividing and regathering
LeftBrain verbally dominant
embodied Natural
severed from abstract Spiritual

RightHand Body dominating communion
over RightMind wisdom communication

Where "RightBrain" sensation
flows information
non-segregation
celebration
from...

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I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the writing of a tenderfoot
as my life became more grievous and...

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He ignored the warning signs and moved carefully forward and backward

In the rocking chair of swept memories and went for a wild white knuckle ride 

Swayed but not faltering although he swung like a junky...

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Every time I sleep; pains on my brain' 
Abolishing my heart n soul lord escort my vein 
From the bounded clouds of this mournful pain 
I can't predict the weather nor the range of the...

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I came to poetry a novice, a neophyte, a fledgling
oh sure, I had written as a child . . . 
but that was just the writing of a tenderfoot
as my life became more grievous and...

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