Long Congregate Poems

“Barking Up the Wrong Tree” 

ghost gums
shed their bark 
the min-min 
makes good use of it
papyrus, soft enough to 
imprint and write
thoughts, like the 
ripening welts of 
green ants 
small bites sting
subcutaneous and 
meridional, 
terra...

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I stand here in my innocence
Not knowing what is planned in heaven
The skies are grey the wind is still and
The heavy sound system is blasting on the hill
I could not tell what it was all...

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Far too many small towns are slowly dying out, how incredibly sad...


On a run we took to see our brand new grandson last July, 
we’d left ourselves some extra time so we could veer off...

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margins stimulate and juxtapose
  edges greet with troubled, disturbing friction
  faraway forces exert influence and combine relentlessly
  how the Sun and Moon dance together about the planet Earth
  their grasping hands...

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While daydreaming about timepiece inventors...
as the figurative curtain closes on 2022

How arbitrary the assignment
of seconds, minutes, hours,
days, months, years...
to the passage of time,
and I would be hard pressed
to differentiate one moment
from the next without the...

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I see the smiles beaming in your eyes
And I can hear the passion moving in your voice
I can feel your breath moving inside me
And your spirit soaring above me
I wish if I could fully understand...

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Fall tumbles relentlessly on our door steps
young winter birds inducing provoking sounds scamper in trees 
Watching winter crawling slowly under our feet.

The night rain wet the ground with sadness 
washing  away the environmental stench
purging...

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I defy the clown that is chasing everyone around
I defy the clown that is closing everything down
I defy the clown and became the biggest talk of the miserable town
Hoary women gathered around looking at me...

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It's the best I can do to explain myself
is standing in between it all, so I can view both sides.
Who are you to say that a summer days more beautiful
than the dead of night?
You profess...

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We crept down a meandering country road, gravel crackling underneath our tires. The countryside stretched before us like a great quilt of golden, brown, and green squares held together by the thick green stitching of...

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The rain birds keep hopping up and down the town
stamping the rain out of the ground with their wire feet but
they have little to compete and the sun is walking under my feet. They are...

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I still feel under the weather today April 2nd, 2023

Unseen enemy invades my body 
with platoon of green berets air
rating, and enfilading immune system viz 
Hib bully knock and sock kin me 
courtesy roebuck seers...

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I loathe feeling under the weather...,

especially when nasty elephant 
(named Thomas the pachyderm)
stomping to break loose courtesy tether,
where antibodies of mine 
struggle to band together
loosely analogous to voters
standing in a queue
waiting to cast their vote
(while...

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Repent and change your ways
Wait fervently till you see brighter days
Repent and change your ways
Martin Luther King Jr. just wanted us to feel liberty and we still haven’t achieved it...yet we give praise...in happy-go-lucky days

Face...

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Like a beacon on a hill
The white church steeple gleaming still
For all the many years gone past
It marks the path for home at last

Up and down each tree-lined street
Where childhood friends and neighbors meet
In history...

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See them dressed in colors soldiers, regiment, British royal guards, guard bearskin, grandier guards, Buckingham palace guards dressed in scarlet red walking behind the queen’s casket and reminiscing the dead. Their tall bearskin hat almost...

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Clinton's Inauguration 1993

You were so beautiful, Maya
Standing in front of the
President and the First Lady


I didn’t really understand
Your Pulse Of Morning 
Presidential inauguration poem
I kind of got lost in the dinosaur theme
Poems about Mastodons usually
Don’t...

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I can hear the drums beating
They are beckoning me to come
I can hear the drums beating
Murmuring what is taking me so long
I can hear the drums beating  
And it is singing a merry little...

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This is why I dislike the word ‘yes’ -
It has put me in this mess...
But, I will celebrate cheerfulness my way

This is why I dislike the word ‘yes’ -
It has put me in distress
But, I...

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beyond our time and place a clumsy confusion of Primordials dwell
  they play with notions, forming bubbles in child-like wonder
  they meld and morph, shaping membranes which burst asunder
  falling under the...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish...

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Do you know what happened 
At 11 p.m Tuesday night
I guess you must have it
However much I protest-
But do you know

Of course you don’t:
The victory of ignorance
Come on! I will enlighten you

I took the bi-valve
Flung...

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In years to come as we talk to our grandchildren, I hope that we all can say,
I remember when SARS arrived, the worry, the concern that troubled day.

A fellow Infection Control Practitioner confided that “I...

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"Behold! The Temple!"

Behold! The Temple! on sacred ground,
Where those who worship gather 'round.
Behold! Your synagogues, mosques, and churches,
Where faithful souls kneel on pews and perches
To sing Hallelujah! Give worship and praise;
Where scripts are read, eyes...

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Where is the wise? where is the scribe? where is the disputer of this world? hath not God made foolish the wisdom of this world?


A global supplant rippling the air, 

unseen scourge in the wind,...

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