Long Conjectured Poems

Political Science is the compare and contrast study
of governing authority powers
with concomitant economic responsibilities,
and...um...opportunities,
speaking perhaps too candidly.

Why not other powers,
nutritional loves that can be owned only cooperatively,
can be, and would like to become, health invested,
but...

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No person ever has less value than when they seek to exalt themselves at the 
expense of another’s stature. You do not raise yourself by putting another down.

Do cabals and conspiracies exist? The fact so...

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No voice is whispered in the void
Explosions inside the nest of stars
Ignite into the operas of the galaxies 
Noiseless vacancies full of mysteries
Evolve, remain as vacuous as they are

Space, bridled by the fire balls of...

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I had spent night and day
                             ...

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S/he awoke won but foggy morning
with a benignly felt Conjecture:

Positive Psychology
is also Political-Economic Health Projection

Cognitive truth statements (+) 
feel aesthetically beautiful,
proportional.

Theorem (-,-) as not not Conjecture

False relational and transactional anti-reality
unreasonable lack of good faith,
feels aesthetically...

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Small minds people’s frailties deride
Drawing comfort and report
Although average minds decide
Events to discuss in their effort

To imitate great minds
Who ideas and ideals discuss
Upfront and behind blinds
Where they fuss

On humankind greatness
Buried into ideas
Whose robustness
Fears

Nothing as they...

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Youth, having deserted them long ago, Tom and Sam
The octogenarians together formed an intimate league.
Every day, they would, meet at the country park in the evenings.
A ritual, they had religiously followed and enjoyed much.

One day...

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We watched the television fall asleep
through window eyes.
It was only 1999
but even that early 
2020 began to
unwind its springs one Spring at a time.

April was the koolest month
we loved to walk in the uprising,
to gather...

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God creates life for artists imaginations
To fill in colors, missing parts with no mistakes 
Tangibles become open, solid, clear
Aged by the absence of interpretation

With so much space the rest is left up to us
Where less...

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He used to be a hoarder of clues
would keep them in a mind-binder.
Imagine the surprise
when all the clues turned into blank pages

It happens,
a person has a thousand ways
to figure out this world.

He thought he saw...

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Wouldn’t marry you if your true colours I knew
But the best of me infatuation took
Thinking all about you I had a clue
Playing by ear the amateur’s rulebook

Taking for granted I had you figured
On the surface...

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For many an historical generation,
you scintillated man’s imagination.
The subject of numerous films and books,
your presence was worth some astronomers’ looks.
From writers such as H.G. Wells and Jules Verne,
the fire of man’s curiosity would burn.
With mankind’s...

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April was the koolest month
we walked in the green uprising,
to gather berries,
would eat them as we trekked
the crunching woods.

It was1999 and the sky was clear
for months after;
we had time to can the berries
and preserve them.

Thus...

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One sun-kissed day along a path
Serene inside the city’s park
We ambled slowly, hand in hand;
A couple passed, old man and wife,
Content, they seemed, with flower beds
All sun-lit gold and crimson-licked,
And then you paused, grew mesmerized:
An...

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In those early days we bought a used TV set.
A gypsy fortune-teller
had predicted many televisions 
                   ...

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I’m finding Derrida de-structured
And Levinas‘ face makes me smile
Who would have conjectured
That one day I’d lecture
On thoughfulness and all its trials?

I prefer Kierkegaard to Sartre
Who sometimes makes me feel queer.
Who would have expected
That words would...

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He conjectured the weight of her small breasts.
lifted them in cupped hands,
weighed the texture gravity has
when combined with the weight of pleasure.
He wonders about this sudden passion for lightness;
then he recalls his mother;
that bird-like lady...

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