Long Breezed Poems

Date 2008 these are Damian's 
Formative days. Damian Hakim 
Was born 2001 August 10th.
8lbs 7oz. Big baby boy! Damian 
Lived in west Virginia with his
Mother Lucinda, father Carter 
Hakim and his siblings. Now 2008
Young Damian...

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What if we live in and out
among and yet autonomously
with and sometimes against
LeftBrain dominant enculturation?

Colonization,
predation with ego-logical economic secular outcomes
too often predicting compromised long-term health
in exchange for conserving an evolutionary win/lose model
serving industriously degenerating corporate...

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What could I do? 

What to do
when your biological,
and even formerly sober ecological,
relationships suddenly veer insanely romantic?

Or worse,
mistrustful
and yet
not always distrustful,
or not,
maybe deeper sadness
and occasional manic gladness
emerging inclusively wider questions
of approach and/or avoid

Both romantic
and yet...

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THE CHIMNEY
The once fine air, refreshens with dust
Between the village horizon and crest
Since the sailing of a death chemical chimney.

Young green plants seedlings growing on slope
Are left to sip these  carcinogenic dusts, sapling
And entwined...

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The new sheriff of Poetry Soup
 Rode into town on a horse named Snoop
 Jan was on his wanted list
 And the gang she did enlist
 In writing lim'ricks about poop
   He found...

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I may not be
The highest mountain
The deepest ocean
The most desired emotion
Or the youthful fountain
But I expected more than this decree

I see you walk off from me
Ignore me completely
As soon as you no longer need me
As...

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Regardless of culture,
of religion,
of national residency,
of gender,
of sexuality's vast pantheistic diversity,
of hemispheric prime presidency,

When humans step out of our shelters
into a riotously gorgeous
and fresh
perfect warm sunshine breezy
natural day,
we feel healing positive passion

Is what we have...

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Born to fail in life

What is life? Why are we expected to fight?
To struggle, starve, hate, & cry just to keep on the lights,
To always be praying for the sun to shine but it still...

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Maria wanted to no longer think,
and stared broodingly upon her mixed drink,
she’d already had one, still felt depressed,
hoped it would mellow once she drank the next.

But then a young man sat down by her side,
said,”Hey...

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Pretty like the crystalline canyon rocks -
   Fair like a deer wandering in the morn' -
With the Great Spirit as a faithful witness
   A baby girl named Red Feather was born...

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It was a long and turbulent year
Beset with death, war and crime.
Oh! Where do we  journey from here?
Alas, a New Year begins its chimes.

Last January misfortune began
North Korea captured the Pueblo ship
While Americans soldiers...

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(which above frolicsome gambit I mastered)
After mine wife
asks for this, that
or something else rife
with intent to provide barrel of laughs,
(likened to barrel of monkeys)
yours truly crafts
description how we share mirth

validating how our respective worth
matters each...

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Gently lying on my bed with my slickly Pink Pajamas,
I fell asleep like a peaceful baby,
then the windows opened in complete excitement,
and the seas breezed in like a stampede,
raising my night dress from legs to...

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My life was perfect from the very start
So perfect—life imitating art
Breezed through college effortlessly
Dream job gift-wrapped just for me

Perfect add-on to my fairy tale life
Matrimony with the perfect wife
Children followed, our perfect family
None of this...

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I can still recall the look upon His face

Each thought still makes me go to that enchanting place

The vernal air was floral sweet and honey breezed

 We roamed along Venice's zigzagged lanes and cobbled streets

On...

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#HEY, SAY...

GIMME A GLASS OF ROOM TEMPERATURE WATER, FOR STARTERS...WITH A BRIGHT LEMON WEDGE, TO TAKE OFF THE EDGE!

"IN FACT, MAKE THAT A DOUBLE!!"

NO, I DON'T WANT NOTHING WITH FIZZ,
NOTHING WITH FROTH...
NO SCREWDRIVERS FOR ME,...

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"One Bad Apple"




Soft cool-aid breezed in
wielding her sharp peeler
skinning the first apple

Boss girl 
begins.

Stewed apples 
slowly eaten 
swallowed, taken in

One way out. 

Boss girl
begins. 


(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
gvlm




"Raise Hell", Dorothy
https://youtu.be/cfKPobjPZSE






“She does not want the world
to tell...

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Anthropoid history books
typically assume seeking sheltered safety at night
and healthy development by day,
although not unique to humane natured value systems,
are morally
and legally
and culturally significant
only as humanly experienced/not experienced.

What does set us apart,
morally
and legally
and politically
and economically
and...

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Twas the night before Christmas in Jamaica, Queens,
I was out shopping in my Jordache jeans.
The last minute shoppers were out in full bloom;
The buses and trains were packed with no room.
Money was flowing like a...

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I was a member of the "era", good times during the "Jazz times" Coltraine, such a great
musician....
Oh, and I will never forget the "Millennium"...Whew, 20 years old in S.L.C. in a two room
combined suite with...

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All day the sun hibernated in the gray clouds. In its absence, a winter wind had woven the corners of the kitchen window with tiny patterns of ice—four small frost spider webs.  I stared...

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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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Thinking of O, Ms. Jill Martin was in her solitude “Quietly…breathing”
That, she just waved her hand greeting April Lewis “Without Speaking”
I spied humorist Donald Meikle, writing a “Note to a Lady in Waiting”

Let’s party! exclaimed...

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*****Anyone who knows my poetry knows how I often use Greek mythology in my works. This poem revolves around the idea of the moon longing to become 'into being' so as to be with Venus,...

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BROKEN ROAD LED ME TO IFE (LOVE)

She was the broken road 
that led me straight to you.

SHE:
Laurel Baltimore rave about this road
like a lullaby, country music or an ode;
Smooth-sailing, beautifully appealing,
Firmly charming, endowed & stunning;
Credibly...

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