Long Bypassing Poems

[Continued from ‘Terror Bugs: Part 1 - A Freezer Mice Adventure’]
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Three man sized ‘mice’ and Stanley Dann stood gawping at the screens
Churchill muttered, “I don’t want to tell you what this means.”
Crocket shook his head...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our life’s sojourn in the shadowing times
we spend here on this...

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from press confounding conférences                               ...

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growing up too soon

	you said: is there anything more excruciating than lagging behind
						being passed by
	a hasbeen
				still knocking on portals
twitching toes twirling thumbs
         in fidgety drawn-curtained waiting rooms

and...

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Walk your Line 

A word to the blind:
From the day your first mount and ride
Till the moment you die
Walk your line
Walk proud and high
Through each and every wreck your stride unwinds
Walk your whole heart
spine upright
till...

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When I was young I thought I thought I could Fly,
Off the roof of the garage without a jet pack.
Life experience taught me different.

But even when only four I knew I could not get to...

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4
there is no ending of words 

is there anything that may be called 
the end-word 

let the words make questions 
let the words give replies 
let the words shout
let them battle among themselves 

i can’t...

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I said to my son,
He said back to me,
To be honest with us,
I'm worried

We want to be happy
while bypassing disciplines of left-brain healthy
is not too right-brain cooperatively sappy.

But, after my ancient lifetime of trying
directly for...

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don't even think about it
a bucket of motel ice in the face
proving the thing in itself does not exist
because he registered all the meanings all the time
with a nausea so profound 
the retching never ended
rearranging...

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Battle of Arras April – May 1917
By Stanley Russell Harris
The new mad author
& A Poetry Soup honourably mentioned poet

I was not there.  I have to say.
I was not born.  I meant to say.
Had...

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Artistic creativity you wanted to discover?
Sure? Well, here you go. So what did you think that it would provide?
Yet another sheet of tangled problems you would uncover,
You'll grill yourself alive you drew and you'll probably...

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whittlin' away
- an essay

I went to buy a pocketknife
recently for a preteen I know,
a small boy with wide dreams
and spaces to live in that match

The usual hardware haunt was
quite limited in its selection,
so I went...

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Written Nov. 10, 2012

Gail’s Note:  Not for the Faint of Heart
                      Rated PG-13...

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We were one people, neighbours and kin
Before independence and the politician’s whim
In August’47, the brotherhood ended
The country was partitioned and we were independent

Democracy worked in India, floundered in neighbouring Pakistan
Victim to army rule and the...

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Day pulses within budding blue eyes.
She lays solo in the rickety bed -
a hand-me-down from a cousin removed.
Dust bunnies swirl and dance overhead
in the early morning sun, beckoning her awake.
A chill in the air sends...

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Alphabet soup, homemade, here's how
Begin the dish with alphabet pasta and homemade chicken broth
Coriander is next, chopped finely and bruised in cloth
Dice some carrots and parsnips, add chopped swedes as well
Endives and onions tickle the...

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Being a nurse I had a good understanding of medications for pain,
Explained to my Obstetrician I wanted everything, I was not insane,
This was my first baby and being in healthcare had very few perks,
I’d be...

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Elsa, My Brown Eyed Granddaughter 
by Edmund Siejka

Even when you were a little child
Your watchful eyes 
Saw everything
Missed nothing
Your baby laugh was infectious
And rightfully so
Because you were the brown eyed Princess
In your mother’s heart.

Years later...

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"The left hemisphere's assault on our embodied nature
is not just an assault on OUR bodies,
but on the embodied nature of the
[sacred EarthMother]
world around us."
Iain McGilchrist, The Master and his Emissary, p. 440

The WhiteMale monotheistic privileged...

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Before we get to the practice number three
A few words to reside in clarity 

The triad or trika 
Para, para-para & apara 
Lowest the apara - we as in-form consciousness 
Aligning with (para-para) Shakti to...

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When I shun people easily at will
When relatives and friends get alienated 
When finding time for others is no priority 
When dropping schedules no longer matter 

When not keeping standards don’t  mean a thing...

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I am above the influence
For I am aware the consequence
If I choose the corrupted path
The statistics waiting to classify my soul
Oppressors can’t steal away this joy,
Though they try every level of tactics, every obvious ploy
I...

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Penetrating the window the moonlight casts onto my desk wheyey cream of gleam

Bypassing the door ajar extends afar my reminiscence in wee wisps of waft,

Ferreting out your memo and dusting dog-eared pages before sallow lamp...

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THE CURSE OF THE LOVED ONES

Three bears witness in the patio of love:
The loved, the unloved and the extinguisher.
For some, quite inexplicably,
It's a song that fades untimely or premeditatedly,
For others love is simply lost,
And it...

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In silver, with wisps of hair blown to wind at all times,
I straighten you.
Tie askew, collar turned, shirt with two fresh stains.
For, I have adopted you as mine.
A father to the fatherless.
It was quite in...

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