Long Celebratory Poems

"The Sleeper and The Supernaturalist"


The Sleeper
shone as she walked 
through the Woods

shining alive 
like nothing
natural could

caught 
in the moonlight 
unaware

the innocent
red-caped roses stared
the trees whispered,

"beware, beware"

barefoot softly 
the Supernaturalist 
transfigures instead

from under shine 
she bares...

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February 29th, 2024

Alternately titled: 111th leap year since 1582
the year Pope Gregory XIII world leader
(i.e. essentially paterfamilias among
Roman Catholic flock)
timely maneuvered around calendrical rock
and hard space implementing
viable system tracking years ad hoc
out of sync and...

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"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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I have heard almost nothing about New Year Resolutions
this pandemic year;

Although personal sound waves are filled
replete with incomplete invitations
to take better health care
of personal
and social
and economic
and democratic
and public
and green climate nonviolent communication
wealth optimization

As we move...

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The very fact of being alive, often causes one to seek adventure;
And sometimes it is no deterrent, when it carries traces of danger.

I was not a seasoned survivalist, but very much loved the outdoors,
Like varicolored...

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Human foot-traffic is flowing along slightly faster than 2020,                          ...

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Routine.
New Year
yet the same ritualistic routines,
absent their blissfully celebrating roots
buried in more fertile loves and hope-filled times
and might have beens
if not for this today
with these people
on this sacred nurturing Goddess Earth,

Still making more or less...

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Fundamentalists compete with and through struggling evolution
as Transitionalists would further peaceful revolutions.

Fundamentalism:
A patriarchal-historical view
rooted in interpretation of sacred scripture
written by nondual co-arising NatureSpirits
dipolar appositionally rooted
of and for regenerative naturehealth = spiritwealth,
that would err on the...

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What is necessary
to sacred grace
and secular humane dignity 
of wealthy space--
To life as HealthyRights,
and not so much MonoCulturing Wrongs?

If sufficiently encultured,
embedded,
centered,
balanced--
If vulnerably innocent
RightBrain transparent
with nutritional desire,
active longing,
camouflaged RightBrain belongings,
reactings,
recreations--
We grow interior with exterior
mutual WinWin integrity

Integrity...

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The tender ceremony with full honors welcoming baby light faeries was tastefully
And artistically played out on midsummers eve, an ethereal night, it would seem.
Her parents, and grands were dressed in full colonial faerie attire. They...

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Flammer Me Gimbels #42
(a Vogon Pirate poem)

Flammer me gimbels, me trimbels and dromies,
Whenceforth I caminal scrabbit thy foamies.
Jeerbo or Jabox, ex labbit. Ex findle
Will not dethrail thee, ignibious twindle.

Ickwad of thrumpus, I salue wack vornage...

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Creativity opens doors to learning
to read our own, and others’, compelling literacy,
beautiful truths.

We are not an isolated supreme species creating nihilism,
self-serving egoists;
or, rather, we are,
but within an open sesame systemic potential
for also becoming more grace-filled...

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What is your orientation
to physical 
and mental 
and organizational
and residential health care?

Is it more about personal health
or more embedded in Earth
and EarthTribe organic health?
asked our new Board Member

1. When you attend your final membership meeting,
which...

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I was born 6 lbs. 9 oz. with blond hair and blue eyes. 
I was also born gay
I am anorexic. 
And you would think people would ridicule me for this instead of me being gay.
...

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(Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration)

This is the day the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re still here…marching on
With our eyes stayed on the prize.
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re aware that we are not
The...

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(Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration)

This is the day the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re still here…marching on
With our eyes stayed on the prize.
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re aware that we are not
The...

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WHY 13 TOPS MY WEDDING CAKE

A cherubim approaches the celebratory podium,
a fifteen tier cake in her congratulatory hands.
The pews, full of spectators - ready for a heavenly slice,
fragrant oil poured from above, stirs hearts where...

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A magical feeling unknown anywhere else lingered at the faerie waterfall
This was the gentle resting place of all worn-out muses and elves, after all
A mystical silence filtered over each caregiver, lingering over each rose in...

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Spectrums, Tints and Shades

Like the painter’s palette awash with hues and tones – white to tint and black to shade, greys scattered in between: 

What risks we run:
Shaving a little too close that we get...

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My LeftBrain is busy reading a book
on what Systems Theory
and thinking
and experience find encouraging
for WinWin social change,
where no losers are allowed to fail
at thriving away from WinLose capital stuckness
in everyday mundane egocentrism,

But,
at the same time
my...

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Deck The Halls
  
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** Nigh Another Birthday **

I’ve passed so many birthdays,
That a few dozen of those special days 
    Fall away in a gray haze, 
With too many forgotten by everyone  (then or...

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From the beginning of a new year right to the very end of it, there's something that brings people together in ways that makes our world all that much better. Something that's been going on...

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ABANDONED

During a skirmish with enemy sources in a rice paddy in Vietnam, I was suddenly cut off from my platoon and receiving heavy firepower.  I felt so utterly alone and deserted by my fellow...

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Screaming writhing violent
uncontrollable spasms of abandonment
immediately followed her (like Mary's lamb)
where e'er she went
verbal communication attempt didst rent
ear piercing outpouring

barrage heard clearly by vested gent,
a bajillion miles away e'en
stymying the likes of Lois Lane, Clark...

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