Long Confrontations Poems

Today is assiduously
religiously different,
as I review our local RiverEast News.

Every week
Mike Thompson writes a solid Editorial
in a compelling voice.
I expect to only add
my hearty sacred
happy secular "Amen!"

Our nearly fearless Editor and Chief
calls for political "ACCOUNTABILITY!"
like...

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I believe that I am..., but I dare ask the question.                        ...

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Once upon a ZeroTime
we suffered great terror and loss.

People,
animals,
and plants
refused to speak kindly with each other
because of a Big Bad Wolf
named Ms. Climatic Change 
by her delightfully demented transparents.

Most all credible scientists in that day
were...

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The roof’s the limit, hon, sorry – I can’t change the rules nor can I mask the night with delight that will let you down in the aftermath…
So, stop throwing your two-year-old fits…once again, darkness...

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These are the thoughts and 
feelings of a
plus sized chick,
One who is defined as plump and 
thick,
With chunks of fat and extra skin,
Rounded edges and puffed up 
cheeks.
This is her being raw and real
Saying it...

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I am bound in the chambers of doubt
I want to run His ever-redeeming Route
Believing in You is getting more difficult, so difficult
Faith in You has been disappearing…and it’s my fault

I must trek these mountainous tribulations...

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#moon in Scorpio... 
As a result,
poesie naturally gravitated
toward intimate situations
that allowed her free reign 
to openly express herself. 

After I gave her psychoanalysis
I found her to be only half-baked. 
Inquiry into her private matters,
mainly an...

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**Every pace change --are the voices of poets sharing his/her Ribbon** 

"PINK LADIES"  
  
The phone rings, 
The clock dings,

I scream, scream, and scream:

I can’t grasp what is real
I can’t inhale the lives...

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Alot of you folks have been able to say what you feel this holyday season with exquisite 
wording and beautiful sentiments. I can't do that. Maybe if I tell you a story about a 
little...

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With a wag of tail and tongue bedraggled
dogs drag their owners to frolic off-leash
in parks devoted to dog meets dog dalliance and play.

Despite their authority, the owners know each
not by the owner’s names, but by...

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The Light from the Shadows

The light from the shadows of a thousand candles burning
The bright configuration of a lighthouse plainly warning
Plain sight considerations of a future that is forming 
Contrite observations of memories of the...

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(Waterfall mountain means huge amounts of emotions in a mighty deep poem) 

Oh no...
Those harmful hormones
You know...
I am a trash bag of bones 

I will love you 
Till the end of tickin time
Our time so...

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Recent confrontations
between older RightWing defenders of orthodox violence
and younger LeftWing liberators for inclusive cooperative peace
and restorative,
therapeutic green justice,
have all been massively mediated
between Donald Trump's Make America Grotesque Again campaign threats
to promote unhealthy narcissistic uniformity 
against...

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(Groom speaks...)
In this world are things to contemplate.
Therefore, life can be complicated.
Stairs we must climb to overcome conflict.
Heaven is an open door of realities.
As my adoration of you is metaphoric, 
I am blessed that you...

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~Domestic Violence Hurts~

Often, after leaving home in the 1980's I pondered in caring ways with a philosophy of sorts that we can either have a positive impact or negative and there really isn't an in...

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I came from hope, faith and love
There was a twinkle in my Granny’s eyes
A gentleness in my Mama’s smile
Genius in the family who survived
On the promise of a grace that abides

I came from seekers, believers
There...

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I picture Kashmir through lightened KL. I see Kashmir through deserted eyes.
I am writing an elegy. While my Kashmir burns.
My blood has contents of a coward. 
What results my thoughts will forward.
Tears have dried. Heart...

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Dear December, 
Forgive my silence, 
I’m still bleeding from 
         the lacerations,
I still hear the echoes 
from our confrontations.
So much was 
   lost in translation,
though...

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Ode To Pretty Cat

My cat has female inclinations when it purrs
It does not speak in English using words
But has a perfect soul
Pretty Cat gets by, with its billowy fur

Prefers not fighting and takes flight
At any...

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Even though we choose to be who we wish to be,
Whilst moments put us somewhere to see the happiness hidden behind the scenes.
Splitting whatever kind of oneness into pieces.
What a name have to be mentioned...

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I have never been in a physical fight with another human being.
I may have forgotten, but I really do not recall such confrontations.
In the event I have forgotten, I must say that I am a...

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My left-brain dominant challenge
begs for a worldview
of unconditional warm regard

Which sometimes feels uncomfortably warm
through heated confrontations
confused about whose voice is rightfully speaking
respectfully with whom

And who is listening curiously
for
and with whom
to practice universal
uniting compassion,
employing warm organically-fed...

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Come sign up, they said.
It will be fun. It is wonderful. You will love it.
Two recruiters to my ego fed
Ideas of how great I would be, a perfect fit.

It was the Gulf War, nothing big.
Nothing...

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We Christians sing and speak often of 'The Days of Eligah'.
We say and proclaim that we are presently living in "The
Days of Eligah'.  Is it because we long for miracles?  Is it
Because we...

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Who am I? 
I’m a mother, daughter, wife, and friend,
I’m a workmate, although sometimes have to pretend
To be happy,  smile, have fun
At times I just want to hide, maybe run
From people, work, situations,
I don’t...

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