Long Closeted Poems

I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also like random violence, 
abuse and neglect,
lack of caring,
as a "conspiracy"...

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"Slow Gin and Astral Conversations"



A maze me?

I’m the architect 
of my own destiny
he beguiled her 
incessantly 
from the depths of 
his bottled up Carceri
she knew him 
before he became 
a complex 
well-hidden 
Piranesi
twixt your world
and...

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That's queer!
said transculturing Curiosity,
peering out Her sacred big-boxed window
panes of misty white fog
gently covering her view
of upstream tiding River's
mysterious grey
reverse time flow

Sometimes,

OK, really too often,
I could use more courageous exercise

But, Other times
I'm more content, inviting...

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Much has been felt
then written
about loneliness at the top

Less written,
yet perhaps far more often felt,
about claustrophobia in the center.

Problems with delegation,
boundaries,
predictable timelines,
responsive management focus,
follow through performance,
closeted partisanship,
competitions to be heard
listened to
appreciated
respected 
for our therapeutic,
and not...

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Don't want to be stuck
in the Trauma Prevention Department.

Don't want to work that hard
on dogmatic compartments
for politically correct CAPITAL INVESTMENT
governments
over-investing in cautionary
conditional
chronic win/lose mistrustful
competitive dissonant miscommunications
and excommunication
which is counterproductive
for best Systemic Therapy practice

Of mindful-civil cooperative...

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Are you,
or have you ever been,
a Trumpist?

Asks the Restorative Justice Committee
inviting an open discussion
with Christian evangelicals
about their new green global loyalties

And how this anticipation
of restoring justice
through green/blue climates
and unred-undominating cultures of peace
has been influenced,
or not,
by...

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My LeftYang eye and ear,
and maybe throat
and hand
and probably vocational foot
remain adamantly persuaded

My most successful time for deep ecological listening
and watching
is immediately after inhaling a vast theological lungful
preparing to speak my WiseElderness
into the remaining yin...

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Dale, as your birthday fast approaches, just think!
You would be turning sixty-four!
Maybe by now, you’d even have retired 
from a law practice I’m sure would have been successful.
It’s easy to imagine this since in my...

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Warning: Barely Closeted Monsters Lurk Here!

Religious freedom’s what’s at stake! True monsters wage this war!
God’s told THEM (1) just when life begins (so faith that differs SIN)!
My Bible does not say, does yours? Raise hands...

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Original lyrics and song by Tom Waits – I Hope That I Don't Fall In Love With You

Well I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue,
Well...

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Lay down your old ink pen...
Rise from the table...
Push back your chair.
Gather them all up...
Put them out of sight now...
Place them safely in the cupboard 
Bare.
Wrapped in stiff brown paper,
Strung tightly together
With thin white string;
Turn...

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We thrive finding freedom
to speak out
to dance around 
and sacred shout
to sing full-stop gospel
turn'em out

Outside our secluded cells
of dominant evolution
and protagonist predation theories,
desecrating aparta-schisms,
jingoistic decultured 
shameful jisms

Having His MonoTheistic elitist
StraightWhite Capital-Headed Way

Extracting all polycultural Truth
polyphonic...

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Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my...

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I can accept love 
I have time to learn
and earn

But
can I embrace compassion
I feel sure appreciates me
far more wisely
than I have yet earned?

Positive passions more pleasant
than I could ever find sufficient time
to brilliantly learn

My adoration...

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These are the moments that stir our hearts 
      and make our spirits soar, like Phoenix's, 
    Doves and Condors, wearing the freedom 
   ...

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Addicted to Rhyme
Hi.  My name is Mike Dailey and I am addicted - - - to rhyme.  Let me tell you my story.

It all started out when I was quite young
My first taste...

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My mind is a very active place.
Like for all people,
the number of its rooms is limitless,
for the mind travels to many places
as well as traveling via novels and movies, 
so those rooms are ever-changing.
They are...

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"Alcohol does not solve any problems but again, neither does milk" anonymous

Only my family finds this being the best line anyone ever came up with, we've laughed a lot about it
I have laughed about it
Only...

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The Queen of England exists in a sphere
Of opulence, hygiene, crystals and clear
The Queen of England, between me and you
Is oblivious of the fact, that all is not true
The Queen of England is surrounded by...

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let's speak of the unspeakable
the horrid, heartless, maybe headless tale

let's speak of small children, 
gaunt with indifference, both of and for
the sunken eyes, the distended belly
the insects hovering about...waiting

let's speak of hospital corridors
hushed conversations with...

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age, birth, birthday, childhood, friendship, teenage, together,

Twin Unlimited   ballad


Twinned at birth I shared a moment
Not too much room in the womb remained
Closeted together holding hands we laid
We were birthed apart three minutes in-between
She...

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Opportunities to rest
in unconditional self-regard
also present risks
of unmitigated narcissism.

While self-respect
is my prerequisite
for pursuing resonant win/win integrity's 
full bodied potential savor
flavor
favor

MeWe co-passion
for EgoSelf
as also part of
sacred EcoOther
co-arises global
unconditional 
regard for healthy life
over harmful death
and all conscious...

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Time’s mysteries await
 no one’s expectations,
 and or life;
 Moments left...
 in what once was paradise
 erased from closeted memories,
 and living’s strife;
 Exist does...
 that secret cherished space,
 where all one’s thoughts
 are so...

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Her deepest fears unspoken
                              For whoever's...

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As I passed my wicket fence
The ageing walnut tree, 
Showered me with withered leaves
And said something to me; 

That it stood since ages past
But I had never seen, 
Crimson light upon its leaves
Thus how twilight...

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