Long Complacency Poems

I was reading Rev. Julian Clifford Jaynes' homily,
delivered May of 1919
to the First Unitarian Society in West Newton, Massachusetts,
commenting on the 100 years since Channing's Baltimore Sermon.

Rev. Jaynes had a son, 
a second generation Julian...

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So cramped ...
Strain to move,
Flex and budge in tiny increments ...
That's the limit.
Constantly testing, trying,
Pushing, pressing ...
Constrict, exert, constrict, struggle,
Spin slowly, push ...
That's it. That's all.
Nothing more.
But it helps ... relief,
A body sigh ...
But only...

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"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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In the realm of moons and breathless tides,
where promises dance with a serendipitous sonnet of sunrises,
along with morning kisses, unfolds a love story—
a poetic novel etched in the chronicles
within the hourglass of time,
a journey that...

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#1
"It is a sin to kill a Mockingbird.
While playing games with rocks or guns, defray,
them, please, ...shoot old tin cans.  Each whispered song 
from Mockingbirds, can heal the wounds  of the day"

Virtues are...

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Yesterday's gone, overcome & chose to live as if every day's the last. Make every second count. It's true not one thought can be replaced. Look ahead & embrace tomorrow. Hold strong within, steady yourself...

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The Square Root of Beiruit 
 
Ten men bending while theyre pretending to be near the ending
A capitalist nightmare glares like rotten fruit
The squate root of Beiruit
No it isn’t fair, so they’ll start to loot
 
The soldiers are...

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"The Broken Valkyrie"



when 
the artificial 
sun 
replaced 
true Light,
revolution 
was a forgotten 
Valkyrie, 
Liberty 
had been 
put to bed
broken whore 
of Babylon
no longer holding
the torch for anyone;

women and men 
grew to love 
their servitude,
complacency 
skewered...

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EarthMother senses a difference
between Political Correctness
and everyday domestic political accuracy.

Political accuracy grows best
and sprouts up healthiest rooted
in directly observed EarthNatured experience

While CapitalInvested Political Correctness
is more shallow sandy shifty rooted
in some LeftBrain dominant
EgoPatriarchal WorldView Theory
of competitively...

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STAND

(17 pieces in honor of the "March For Your Life" youth)

                        ...

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Though I'm ashamed to say it now, I never took conservation seriously,
Just living life as if nothing else mattered, full of wonted complacency.

I would hear intense talk of the climate, recycling and global warming,
But I...

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I wouldn't call Bill Plotkin's WildMind
unmitigated Wild RightBrained,
nor would I call his WinWin therapeutic thinking
with PositivEnergy feelings
entirely LeftBrain domesticated, diminished

Commodified, capitalized,
colonized and conquered,
deduced and reduced
down to a slow-grown dark pearl
of Negative YinEnergy
seduced by Yang Supremacy
yet...

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And then the Head Elephant rose from the dead 
Surprising and shocking everyone
All cheered, “He is alive!” they shouted
“He lives!”

The opposition wrung their hands, 
Beads of sweat poured from their brows.
They had been so sure,...

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His restless wolves still taunt each dauntless ship,
though sly attrition neutralized their hunt,
for subterfuge let not a whisper slip
as vantage shifted on the battlefront.
A riddle solved unveiled the raging packs
as alpha domination was denied.
The murky...

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TRUE ...

You know not those dark
Places, mine, the dull, black
Chasms that hold a mind
When it's bare - stark and

Keen and cold ... when it's
Left with itself for time
Unquenchable, out of the
Streams of consciousness

And normality, scraped...

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When I was only two bricks and a ticky high I wrote my first ever treatise

Three blind mice unbeknown to me highly philosophical not just to please

The Gods of poetry duty bound on their quest...

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May we always address dis-complacency, the vacancy,
And remove all opposes, to our roses,............................................................(Acts 18:4-6)
Here at Poetry Soup, completing love’s 100% loop, in our soup,

For an authentic rose, from God it grows, always knows,
It’s own heart,...

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As an attempt, in the most philisophical sense.

A line was drawn in the sand yet filtered;
Through its etched silence within hand...

Amidst twilight with adjective faith will break the mends,

It is my hope that someday we...

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Observer,
Though impartial, I can never be as
I try to see you through others eyes.
Today you will be just a man—
Past his youth, not yet elderly,
Though you show signs of aging.
Your dark hair, now sports silver,
Or...

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...It also left their powder pretty wet,
but their was something command had foreseen,
and they brought extra artillery guns,
less vulnerable to the moisture’s sheen.

Washington hoped they’d make it by midnight,
but they weather slowed down the whole...

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A thousand tumbles takes a bottle in the sea-
a thousand tumbles and whirls and swoops.
A million grains of sand takes that bottle in the sea,
to break apart,
and fragment like a snowflake fractal.
How many waves carry...

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The economic injustice, the social injustice has made the workers upset
when the corporations and their CEOs treat them with little or no respect
the CEOs make more in one day than in a year of what...

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Dear depression.
Hi old friend.
 Greetings to you from myself and writer's block... The two of us have developed quite a bond over the last couple of weeks.
You should know that I am writing this letter...

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She’s a painting, conceived in tinted strokes
Smooth as the feather’s tips, drifting through canvas,
The alchemist’s wand waltzes in curls, 
Enraptured in pacific zephyr, her entire universe unfurls
An abstruse domain of love, artist’s exaltation of philosophical...

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In Soup Creek saloon behind Jenna’s bar
Milt’s holsters and belt and a posthumous star
Are fixed to a plaque to remember him best
There’s a custom made bracket where Milton’s guns rest

The gun barrels cross over Milt’s...

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