Long Conventionally Poems

I'm sleeping banana leaves
Who sprout at your summon
For every liquid led onto my sleeves

I'm a wandering savannah breeze 
long gone, at your beck..
shelters 'r abode from heat, lays you with warmth

I am a Manky lanky...

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Three lying deacons 
swim in a handbag -
and a lone, celibate pastor 
paces longingly bemused.
Michael, the Arc Angel, 
poses silently,
in dusty Gabbana drag,
cursing the lipstick-painted laymen
writhing in rancid attar -
naked 
and intentionally 
unused.

Four wide-eyed boys...

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The cut bashed from a hike in the woods , and the roll down the 

Hill and the wound  if not washed and dressed with the proper 

ointment will fester and have a malodorous...

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How 'Bout Stoichiometry For A Conversational Hook?

Nary a clue exists about
     the relationship between
relative quantities of substances
     taking part in a clean
(non GMO contaminated) 
  ...

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s/he thought that s/he was 
something,
growing up in a small town---
biggest fish, hottest thing 
running & everybody wanted
a piece of him/her,
but when s/he got bored of
it all, s/he wanted to move to
the city &
s/he even...

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Sitting up at 8 AM
writing a poem
I’m really not a morning person

A tissue box is my desk
A Horizon of Hope pen
That’s PEN
not PIN
I remember you don’t seem to mind the acoustic difference
And I’m writing all...

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Conventionally in breath based meditation 
We watch breath and then quieten attention
This practice presupposes we abide in stillness slow
Our orientation still & silent watching our breath flow 

Meditation as thought free stillness a counsel superfluous...

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When we laugh
When we cry 
When we smile
When we're sad
When we're excited
When we mourn 
When we sorrow ,
The world becomes silent 

When we die
Our spirit goes to unknown land
Termites  host conference  on us
Maggots...

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When we laugh
When we cry 
When we smile
When we're sad
When we're excited
When we mourn 
When we sorrow ,
The world becomes silent 

When we die
Our spirit goes to unknown land
Termites  host conference  on us
Maggots...

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The Project


Son's science quest,
insect nest finds;
school's best project.

Saves in his room.
Wakes to doom when
with gloom, he cries.

Hundreds now crawl.
Every wall sports
hatched small mantes.


Sandra M. Haight

~9th Place~
Contest: Than-Bauk on Human Folly
Sponsor: Marugu Mo
Theme: Foolish and Funny
Judged:...

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