Long Consumptive Poems

Hi.
We don't have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don't,
so let's plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form or function?

False dichotomy. No such thing as a totally dysfunctional...

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Does your money derive from health-regenerative investments?

Well, what could that mean?

Do you make your money, honey, 
with both light and dark co-arising memory
of midway love and peace intent,
avoiding anger-fear monoculturally competitive
dominant-power relationships,
and struggles against others,
against...

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Let us begin
by explicitly undressing
what may have been
implicitly held
multicultural feelings:

1. For the overwhelming masses
of teeming and scheming 
healthy human adults,
and especially adolescents,
peak sexual experiences
are also our peak
lifetime
spiritual experiences
of compassion
co-passion
shared orgasmic passion.

2.  Our elder right...

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In the Work That Reconnects,
we have a dialogue exercise
in which Person A asks Person B
"Who are you?"
several times over a few minutes,
as it feels right to reprime this exploratory pump;
then person B does the same...

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How many times have I heard?

The family that prays together
stays together

And, the family that eats together
stays together

I know from personal Holiday
and every day
experience,
neither of these is necessarily true.

However, 
I wonder if the family that sings
and/or...

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Sometimes,
not often enough,
I stop my morning routine
to watch the feeding drama breathe feathered flurries in and out,
on, 
and under,
my side-yard bird feeder

Outside my kitchen windows
over this morning's sudsy sink,
looking across a twinkling white field
of early...

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He feels the best of him slipping away
A sip a drip at a time
When will the he and him align
What is he missing
He can't stop thinking
in and out of focus drifting
as he witnesses his soul...

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Imagine you live in a daily environment
where and when everything you like
is already yours if you simply ask for this whatever with gratitude,
and is more frustratingly ungraspable if you cannot acquire sufficient gratitude to ask.

And,...

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Victims of Straight
White
Patriarchal History
are usually not hopelessly unenlightened
and permanently disabled

Ostracized by Self 
and/or Others
from healthy democratic
co-redemption

Baptized
and medicated
and meditated
into Truth seeking Beauty,
Sacred Voices seeking Secular Choices
reflecting cooperative EarthTribe's
most win/win integral
indigenous Wisdom.

The unStraight
unWhite
unMale
are not unPeople
living outside touchable
tangibly...

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Turtle by the Door

The bears and wolves are few;
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting...

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Turtle by the Door

The bears and wolves are few,
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beast's sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting...

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Remember great climatic transitions,
memories etched in regenerating systemic syntax,
DNA coded,
but also RNA's much older eco-equivalent health scripture
through God of Time's bilaterally balancing norms,
organic love incarnating
and sacred life outcarnating, 
full-polycultural
crown/root systemic health.

Each plant and sludge cell,
eco-therapeutic...

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William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid
A Tale Of Billy The Kid
By Robert Gorelick

“Quien esta?”

Bang!  It’s over, 
you’re a legend now, 
Billy.

Born in Hell’s Kitchen in
ramshackle consumptive squalor,
New York’s crammed gang infected
rat-infested shacks 
and alleys.

Amid...

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Don't Work TOO Hard!
The phrase, "Don't work TOO hard!" rolls off the tongue like breathing out into
a vacuum 'vampires' dream (that sucks space dry between consumptive hearts).
Some folks may shrug 'phrase' off as being vacuous...

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The moon, the shaved headed nun,
exhausted from cruel torture though
hung her slender neck onto a limb of a tree 
stares at the bruise, the branded grudges in her heart,
for she couldn’t close her sorrow-filled eyes...

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Bitter and corrosive
Not like lemon juice-or vinegar
Like battery acid

Consumptive
Skin falling off bone
Glass house dreams crunching under haste

Consuming 
Bone evaporating  to ash
Notions of forever lost on the wind 

Anger and dread
All encompassing 
Screams trapped in...

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Devoted rays of sunshine heat, 
Like ribboned baubles on the lake, 
Ride slow the roll of waves to meet 
The pebbled shore where urchins bake. 

Sporadic faded slate-gray clouds 
Invade the space of empty sky...

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The bears and wolves are few;
one threadbare widow mourning,
two grays as consumptive as smoke.
The large dwindle,
their bodies grow more awkward,
more at odds.
The heavier beasts sway
like drunks in the scant woods.
Under a pelting dark they come.
Beneath...

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In traverse of the cave of my desire,               
the next is fashioned from an ember
keeping faith within, silent, simply there
as called...

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Cells and fibres exploding, consumptive thirst! Lip vibrate
A leaf trembling in dry enegry of summer's sizzling heat
Come turn to the modern oasis, the city's teeming spring

We came like pilgrims to a holy place, or children...

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Evidenced
FIFTYFOUR
CharlaXFabels
The Church Parsonage on Church Street the old Methodist Church where eye 
used to go to church it Burned down.
My mother died a horrible murder death.
My brother died in a car wreck.
We used to fight...

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All I did was blink
and suddenly frail and forgetful
had stolen the vibrancy 
I’d taken for granted. 


Your look still bears that familiar smile
which sparks an ebbing life 
and brightens dimming eyes. 
But when you think
no...

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Sit Transit Gloria Mundi
Rick Folker

Our current consumptive culture
Salivates over
"Tech" and "Cell" and "Screen"
That transmits the lurid, pornographic
Apocalyptic scenes.

We long for the end
Of the endless 24/7 hollow info
Hoping, even praying that 
The Moral Arc would start...

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I quest my love from the depths of silenced shadows, 
amongst the reclusive dimness…
Where I compose my Soliloquy of Solitude 
as I gravitate to a ghostly grimness…
Fortitude I have none, for my hermitic heart 
pulsates...

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