Long Borns Poems

To receive care
that best meets your needs,
and also,
by the way,
everyone else's too,
we look first
to where and when we have given such care
since our original longest reborn journey
down Mom's birth canal,
prepared just in time for our...

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Left reduces speech to Either/Or RightWing default,

Win with Ego NumberOne
means Lose for EcoZeroZone Abundance.

Eastern RightYin
childlike Both/And extroversion
emerges Zero becoming cooperative
co-arising
Ego HealthZone,
adolescent eco-introverting
West as robust Left Discernment.

Timeless ZeroZone Left-Right Consciousness,
so innocent of LeftBrain's emerging RightWing Ego...

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I have watched enough doctor's on video give warnings, brave nurse whistleblowers coming forward about what is happening at THEIR  hospitals, videos of harmed patients, videos from victims who are harmed or lost loved...

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We Call Him “Tommy”

We have a lovely Tom cat
He lives most out of doors
I wondered if they kick him out
Because he loudly snores

If I had a lovely “Snowshoe”
I wouldn’t let him out to roam
He would...

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When that storm arrived,
the entire congregation 
in genuflection 
knelt before 
Her poetic prayers,
they saw themselves shining,
eventually, in Her reflection 

scandalously quiet 
like perculating thunder, 
their minds cracking open,
their whole chicken little sky 
falling closer ever...

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Interview with a Dying Tree.

       I had bought a mango sapling twenty five years back from a fair and  
        planted...

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It was just after Thanksgiving.
The Holidays were upon us.
Time for me to go out on my annual mission.
Sometimes it's rewarding, sometimes it's tough.
I went into a pub I had never been to before.
Here's where many...

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The Story: 

ragged faded 
lady hoarder, 
dumpster-diving 
diva boarder, 
dancin' to the tune 
of her Dandelion Wine. 

milky-eyed maiden, 
peddles paper posies, 
masticating carnivore, 
toothless, useless whore. 
not on her best night! 
not anymore! 

acclimated...

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by Andrew Crisci  
 

Bitter tears drip from my red pupils like incandescent, hot lava
erupting from a volcano to appease the urges of weeping; 
and do I mourn for myself, or for the poor,...

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IRA; a strong idealogic and separatists,
At last surrender to the democratic values,
Over decades, after a long fight to achieve,
Thousand innocents blood on their name.

When a religion has a fight against a religion,
What a person can...

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Guilty and empty, I prowl through 
the unknown road where bread does not
Satisfy humans.
I hunt for the liquid measure of human pace,
The tears of the street miseries, and the hunger
For their sleek laughs which hang...

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He's running out of Colour.
                   *eternity eternal mind over matter 
      ...

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Beneath the sunlit crown of June, I came alive,
Where the days stretch long, and fireflies thrive.
This is the month of tender bloom and stormy skies,
Of golden warmth, yet shadows where truth lies.

June, for love, for...

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What is being free?
 Are we really free?
 Or are we set on the illussion the world has built for us?
 Are we really free? 
 Or do we enjoy the invisible shackles that tie...

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GREETINGS TO MY SWEET ANGEL
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Spring
summons
season of
rebirth, where birds
build nests for new-borns.
Nature's palette spreads joy
as bright colours flourish with
buttercups, daffodils, bluebells,
blooming with rows of vibrant tulips.
Golden orb begins to spread its warm rays,
virgin summer roses bloom like rubies.
My inner child...

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Muggle borns are not welcome in this providence or town.
I despise them totally, now that I am wearing Gryffindor’s crown.
Deemed myself the queen of the red and gold, courageous I am.
Inside Rowling’s novel, Hermoine and...

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a problem worse than the atom bomb
swallowing your russian roulette
not a fun game to play with the doctor
but eventually everyone gets a turn

If those who have lost control don't want to be appeased
part of the...

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Written to my Cherokee mother:

Meadow Lark's voice is so soft and so sweet
She's a Cherokee woman and won't accept defeat

At Meadow Lark's voice the birds will listen still
As her gentle voice carries around and over...

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TRUTH 1

Truth came from the purest of pure
the smell of pine between toes endure 
from crystal streams where trout shimmer
              like rainbow...

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Warm, sticky hands palm off dry, self-centred ground,
Touched by gingerly acclaiming seeds of new-borns: 
Ready, willing and eager for the harsh, expecting role, 
Supposedly not with any crudeness, brashness or horns; 
As we sit in...

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WE    DAFFODILS


We are the brightest best-loved first-borns of God’s flower children,
Hear our golden trumpets’ clarion call. Our sunny mouths whisper
With nodding heads.We chatter among ourselves like market women. 
Gladness-filled,we stand erect, the...

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Naira
Naira
 OGUNLABI OLAJIDE YUSUF - NativePen  
TIME OF THOUGHT- 12:45am 
DATE OF THOUGHT-8/05)2019

Naira

Oh Naira !! 
Gone are the days of your radiant gleam

Now a tattered fabric, torn at the seam.
Most sought after Naira is...

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I am many things.

Am
I
the
everything
that i wish to be?
everything
I am, 
Is
that
what you see?

the stayer awake
of thirty six hours,
carrier of new borns,
arranger
of
flowers.

And
I
have
super
powers.

I am the fixer of broken,

mender
of 
parts.

I 
fix 
all 
the 
broken hearts.

I fix all the cuts,...

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