Long Convolutions Poems

It is known throughout Earth's anonymous
unanimous Commons,
Systems are hard to change.

The more macro-competitive,
Yang-strong,
The more difficult of all conversion stories

Over pernicious decades,
We tend to add "isms"
to pathological ends
of these global systemic issues.

This polyculturalistic/multiculturalism suffix,
negative appendage,
suggests a...

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(alternately titled: Typical daily mindset today – 
July 17th, 2020)

The following words
mostly unredacted, nevertheless finessed
for curbed poetic/prosaic appeal
lock, stock and barrel
codify, and edify (hoopfully not mortify)
any reader unbeknownst and/or familiar
with unsteady state of yours truly,
(an...

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Aha - argh... oh my dog...
don't mind me muttering, eh?

Earlier today (May 5th, 2020),
I forget thee exact hour
found me utterly beside mice elf,
matter of fact even at this moment,
yours truly doth feel mad at himself
cuz...

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morning brought an arcane song to my ears
i was observing the spilling of light
between the curtain and the wall
the way the light seemed to carry the dust
when my quite moment 
was dispatched
by the sensation of...

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The Accidental Poet


I have come to terms with language,
dyslexia jailed then freed me
a...

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One crystal goblet cloaked in vintage dust
Stands silent sentinal to nothing
In the middle of a great stone alter
Laid to waste by time, and the memory of Man,
Who ever was a firm believer...
One crystal goblet remains...

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My eyes though open, stay closed to limiting
views
while I'm being moved by the unseen to any
level I choose
Knowing this life in which we live is one hell
of a muse,
I've master the art of evolution staying...

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Life's so abundant with misery,
nature's practicing metamorphosis,
generously tense and uptight, lifts
no lightness, steady with its frost.
Gray is the Sun, trenchant clouds,
rustles of trees reveal the night, 
entering but dispossessed. I hear
strange voices cry, shadows cross...

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I see,
in she strides,
the white-clad love of my life
sweet lover not my wife,
the aether air
too thick to breathe
as always, eternal,
she, almost maternal

her final word
a judgment
of her will.
Why stay?  Be still?

To clarify peculiarities, solely,
she comes,
and...

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Therein, laying dormant,
    veils of darkly reposed
          secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes' 
     ...

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Herein, laying dormant,
    veils of reposed
      secrecy 'neath
       foamy seascapes' 
          ...

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It is not by choice that I obtain 
elation from 
your memory, nor is it by will that I 
crave the 
you of our past. If truth be my 
means of 
expression, then at best,...

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Every night, the same damned chain
After the show she is looking for some love
An unwebed girl with innocent eyes
A princess with a craving lubricating between her legs
Voluptuous raven-haired beauty in need of romance
Sentencing out honest...

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Homer Brunett
1879-1912

You didn’t think it would be easy? Did you? 
Life squirms incessantly, 
As with the molting snake,
Turning and squeezing into mortal convolutions, 
With myriad forgotten episodes
Of  human triumph and tragedy, 
Of endless drama...

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I’m a modern poet.
Pyromaniac.
Psychotic.
And schizophrenic.

Living in emptiness,
I walk in the convolutions of absurdity.
Idiocy spreads over me like the sky.
My poetry storms between cozy shelters and rocky waves,
while the world rushes toward suicide.
Suffocated, I lift my...

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Carpal tunnel twinges
punctuate a torpid afternoon,
as row on row we line the aisles
and stare at nothing
with the guarded anonymity
of urinating men.

My thumb is on the lever,
moving almost imperceptibly,
as marbles rocket into space
and filter down
through obstacles...

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(For MTG, LB and their ilk)

Give a koala
A fistful of eucalyptus leaves; their only food,
They won't know what to do with it. 
Gotta pick it themselves, or starve.

That's because their brains are smooth,
Like chicken breasts.
No...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem:  Life
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan 
written:  January/2016



Life has 
its 
Convolutions 

 (    (      )    (   ...

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Isolated redemption
tempting fates addiction
to sampling a selection 
of seasoned dreams of perfection
Hushed whispers of deception
silencing the voices of inception
leaving barren the fields of conception
Slighted hope falling to misconceptions
of what it means to find, a forgotten...

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How fleet is a flicker of the mind
Perhaps with a noble thought assigned
To explore some lofty domain?

Electrical impulses move about
Seeking logical connections, no doubt,
And thought processes attain.

Convolutions so deeply etched
Cradled in the cranium to fetch
Details...

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He stands in the middle of this year's crop;
a body of straw, stuffed into the clothes
of a beggar-man.
In the field's center, arms stretched wide,
with the implied discipline
of deterring robber birds; birds that mocked the wires,
strung...

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I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
 that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence

Stealers of beauty and promise:
these amputations leave their scars
 on  the convolutions of...

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Thus, shall I ponder the convolutions
Of our present state of devolution
While consuming a new solution
To the contradictions of evolution

Surrounded by the walking dead
Earphones screaming in their head
Blue light failure their sole dread
While others fight for...

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