Long Comprehensible Poems

Glib rhetoric concerned with  striking independence may seem frivolous,
nuanced rational quite often a typical traumatic casualty,
the once interminable interdependent passionate zeal disintegrating in rapid spasms,
a longing sated and mutually embraced by two compatible persons...

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Too much to know, I just don't know it
As I fumble around, just a humble poet 
Frustrated as I watch unfurl a show
I just don't know it, too much to know

Answers are near, in the...

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Serrated swathes of overwhelming savage gusts without compassion,
directionless dilatory daydreamer that  I am  ostensibly vulnerable,
to the serendipitous intrusion at a wispy sapphire cloud flaccid noon,
the minimal load  burdensome midpoint idle tranquil saunter,
meteorological...

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Are people who sense a direction in history,
and before history,
throughout prehistory,
who feel their way through organic-systemic evolution,
merely progressive polypathic mystics,
not quite exegetically conservative enough
to color only within borders of  a better nurtured Tradition?

Are those...

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Martha Rogers
brought dynamic nursing relationships
of co-acclimating healthy minds
and Earth's well-being subclimates,

While Carl Rogers
brought empowering therapeutic relationships
of cooperative needs
for nature/nurture
organic bilateral interdependence.

As Gregory Bateson
brought holonic systems theory
of cooperative leftbrain YangNatures
and compelling rightbrain YinMinds
toward dipolar co-arising consciousness
of...

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“Nothingness” 

Words 
lines drawn 
unending

dusk 
to
dawn

characters recognised
transcribed
in the mind 

where voices unheard
plant meaning
wild ivy grows 

and snakelike
moves 
outside the lines

electric 
we become strange
symphonies sublime;

engraved in time
most rocks crumble
dissolve, 

life has no need
for unnecessary 
rhyme

beginning of...

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Translation of Eric Mottram's The Nerves of Proust and Sitting Bull by T. Wignesan

Excerpts from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s poetry” by Clive Bush,...

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Throughout my life, the same phrase has been repeated to me- “no means no.”
The concept of refusing an action you’re uncomfortable abetted me towards hope; growing up, distraught was brought upon me due to my...

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"In musical notation, a bar (or measure) is a segment of time corresponding to a specific number of beats in which each beat is represented by a particular note value and the boundaries of the...

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A Hint at What Is Beautiful : 
Lovely is the 'bless your heart' 
Wrapped with appreciation, 
Offered to peace inclined individuals 
Who make a special effort 
To nurture shrapnel singed casualties 
In the midst of...

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Writings moving through me with the Holy Spirit,
Inviting exquisite artistry like Hebrew so I write it automatically,
Transmitted and sent with rugged style of construed truth, 
To induce questions within the golden age of the awakening...

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Methinks muss elf akin to a cold prickly...

being analogous to a
limp biscuit viz
wussy wonky willy,
yet back in the day
rolling in hay worm
may at large cavorted
frolicked, and idealized
as a warm fuzzy.

Though aforementioned title
slightly risqué and silly,
yours...

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I have been trying to pen this verse since Friday night
But the words couldn't jump clearly out of my mind
I twist and turn erase and rewrite but my imagination
was stalled for a while and nothing...

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Old Spencer, smelling of grippe, drugs, and death, 
he couldn’t bend over to pick up chalk, magazines, 
and failed acknowledgements of stupidity.
He certainly reveled in my foolishness.
“Modern science would still like to know what the...

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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in our family.
a vase shattered to the floor last night
at an...

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Though predictability prevails
     pertaining to my life,
     nonetheless a pronounceable zeal
bestirred from writing,
     and reading (no surprise),
     which literary...

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C'mon Gimme A Botox Smile!

'Pon bing asked by spouse, while she didst dock
and pooched herself abed 
handily at nine o'clock
to see "handsome" pedigree dentastix
dog face of yours truly, me no Kid Rock
yea just a chip...

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Aaaah haa my love my love
How beautiful this love  love
Love my love because when a
Child is conceived in love and
Grows with love the child  grows 
Continually reproducing as he
Goes.  And falls in...

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When everyone goes east, he heads west
to him, every dialogue is a contest
comes into an interaction as the biggest
then leaves agonisingly as the lowest.
When he speaks, you know he is half-honest
even though he truly knows,...

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his eyelids conclude why bother
manacled they led him away
to the exact center of their city
they tried everything
cattle prod fire hose blow dryer
ineluctable forces of nature
now there are wires in his head
his neo-cubist portrait
ended up on...

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The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element 
in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing

Unforgotten Lacerations 

A pataphysical circus of visual elements, possibly comprehensible depending upon one's ideological orientation or level of...

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I reckon I'm showing my age and am pretty well set in my ways,
But I have zero tolerance for the 'noise' called music nowadays!
The metal bands and rap are loathsome to my sensitive ears.
I haven't...

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Two Great Cities of Hope    9/30/09


She dwells in the city of perpetual light.
Born of those who are eternally bright.
She will continue to rule and undeniably shine.
Someday I will make her irrevocably mine.

Her...

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After much cajoling by my kids and grandkids over the years,
I entered the computer age with great tremblings and fears.
My Selectric typewriter and encyclopedia were comprehensible to me,
Now, I'm totally bewildered and fear I'll click...

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Pray down on bloody knees and free
Sitters and sinners under stalwart tree
Oaken, ashen, burnt to the ground
Its roots twisted and spun around

Free in expression under dark soils
In light grim and suicidal it boils
Over the edge...

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