Long Childhood memories Poems

Poem revised Memorial Day May 30th, 2022 at 1500 hours

Flagrante delict adulterous sordid behavior 
automatically linkedin with Lothario;
an unscrupulous seducer of women, 
based upon a character 
in The Impertinent Curious Man, 
a story within a...

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I question my own interplay of psychology and political science.
Does this too facilely root analogy within ecology of climate health v pathology?

Intersections of sociology and psychology are at least academically commonplace.
I have a friend with...

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I miss the old days where only you had my key
I miss the old times - running wild and free
I miss the old house and your pool and banana tree
I miss the days when it...

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Sexually explicit meme more real day

originally written May 31st, 202_
humorously, posthumously, 
and tempestuously expressing woes
from the top of my talking head 
to gnarly nails of 
(this little piggy fame) toes
in sore need and want 
of...

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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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Old Albert was frustrated.

He knew his famous ego-identity came from this solar eco-system
with four interdependent dimensional voices.

He felt his own original moment began with ZeroSum nutritional balance
between eco-centered womb 
and emerging ego-centered identity,

And, he felt...

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silently wailing analogy to Moby Dick 
regarding how yesterdays 
prurient laced introductions 
to rhyme in retrospect embarrassingly blows.

Herewith to enliven anecdote ever further,
I inject humorous tidbit
just gimme moment to unload and reach
into psychological metaphorical knapsack
particularly...

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Dear Budding Poet . . . 

   My view on modern poetry is that one must read the poets of old, to grasp
the concept of poetic form, word use, tone, imagery.  Then,...

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AUTUMNAL

            Clean clear cerulean sky calls Autumn after rainy season.
              Curtains...

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I wonder if our reasons
for growing random acts of violence
are similar
to our dwindling random acts of reasoned healing,
kindness,
gratitude,
unrequited love,
uncommodified,
unconscripted,
unscripted,
uncontained
restoring cooperative ecopolitical relationships forward
not just because this is our right and healthy familial thing to do
but...

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I retired a couple years ago
and decided to take a gardening class
because otherwise I probably would starve
even with food stamps,
given my retirement plan
was mainly to live off my still-freeloading adult perpetual-children.

This gardening class cost more...

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"Poetry is a life-cherishing force. For poems are not words, after all, but fires for the cold, ropes let down to the lost, something as necessary as bread in the pockets of the hungry." Mary...

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Pure White Cream, On Mother Nature's Welcoming Ground

Cream of winter's desserts, wide blankets- fallen snows,
balms for child sadness, beauty in splendor that shows.

Where resides better memories of Christmas past,
greater fun frolicking in the milk laden...

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Childhood Memories!

Playing soccer as a forward and a goalie in early childhood through first grade
meeting a pilot and a stewardess in kindergarten and even wanted to be a pilot for a while because I thought...

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I guess this is where I step in,
But I'm not sure where I should begin.
What can I say, sometimes there's a need for disposition.
	No, I am not a physician,
But yes, I am a musician,
I don't...

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Memories of My Parents

Memories of my father
Bring forth the autumn walks.
Shades of nature on the crunchy leaves
At the man-made lake down the hill
From the little white house
With the green picket fence,
Which our large family lived...

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There was a man who survived through 
everything against his will while he was alive.

One day this man’s ghost arose, walked out of his grave and followed his footmarks on a rugged trail, hard and...

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Slowly, my ferryboat drifted closer to my dear old home. Before me, the stony peaks of familiar mountains arose from the blue hue, and just as cool salty breezes blew across my face, the childhood...

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I kneel to pray beneath an oak tree’s leaves,
where my journey began.
Broken limbs straggle over a patchy lawn,
a neglected place full of holes, 
shoveled from childhood memories.

I bow at the altar of the tall oak.
Days...

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The Swing Set
By Kevin Robey
March 26, 2013

In a playground amongst the frozen wasteland
They swung together above the littered sand
He didn’t understand why she felt ok
Swinging in the cold, just swinging away

They didn’t talk as they...

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Childhood memories,making camps upon the moors
 wriggling through the bracken deep,
Making paths to our secret den.
Climbing trees,and falling too!
Moss on stones, glistening sun on stepping stones,
Swimming in the river...with a shiver.

Roly poly down the hill,...

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Prayer Time 

Childhood memories with bleeding prayers, with scalps on my knees from praying so constantly.
Believing in the truth as best as I could as a frightened little girl. I would tip toe my way...

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My favorite hobby has always been scrapbooking
It's such a creative activity to do
For pictures and poems, I'm always looking
Forever scanning magazines through and through

I look for pictures of people and places
Some happy, some excited, some...

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"recently scenes of early life have stolen into my mind, like breezes blown ..."
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SEASONAL  LOOKS  IN  MUSE


                        Curtains of heavy rain ...

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