Long Couplings Poems

I might best not say why,
yet I finally admit,
Taoist me imagines Yang as a JetBlack God,
Creator of this Universe
and, therefore, also ProGenerator of Anthros
with YinGoddess Earth,
blue-green Gaia,
surrounded by an ultra-violet rainbow of White Bright healthy...

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This, as it is, stripped and reduced - undone by 
raging, torrential, opened senses;
To its elemental couplings of unbridled pieces.

Here is life, in towering, brindled expanse, that 
swallows whole all of the lightest and darkest;
Peaks,...

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WellBeing,
personal and political,
economic and ecological,
comes in at least two colors,
maybe four,
possibly octaved more,
but for every listening then speaking you,
natural health
green-blue,
and spiritual wealth
red-blooded true.

Natural health
longs for individual freedom
for nutritional,
nourishing,
nurtured rights
of cooperatively creolizing life
toward more wins winning...

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The American South sits in my throat like grief.

Faded floral curtains on
Either side of a square, stained window
Brown flecks, sometimes red, like the one in
My brother’s eye—
Nobody knows where they come from.

Do you think
	Eve and...

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MonarchS.cry as the butterfly came and sat by me
Beautiful color on delicate wings sang with a song to be
Whales swam and sent a voice, in waters came the call of choice
Windy shores holding sandy feet,...

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This poem / song is inspired by the many famous people out there, particularly in the entertainment industry, who sell their souls to get ahead in their business. Oftentimes, they lose their way and never...

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3000 Times: a Poem of Passion for S

3000 times… or more… 
much more, my love, 
I have gazed at your nakedness
with lustful adoration

3000 times… or more…
I have kissed your sweet breasts,
drawn to your flesh,
craving your...

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Newspaper blows along rain-washed streets,
dying echoes of hash tags and tweets
promising hook-ups, flash mobs and meets,
long gone to their bed-sits and urban retreats.

Puddles painted with neon gaudy,
could be Mancunian, Scouse or Geordie,
late night streets, care-worn...

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Foresight is an appreciation
sitting squarely upon furrowed fields.
Banishing nurture to perpetual silence
in its non-meaning, intentional way.

Sperm ejecting from rumored couplings,
nameless offspring slipping beneath sods
of radiant maybes,

all motes in infinities grasp,

and what of their promise?
Its circumference...

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Take joy in all childhood affinities 
  for they are the makings of you my son.
I am a witness to boyish sallies
  and, you child, its face to always gladden.
That in some small...

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KUBO

The “kubo” now complete and done
With all the spirits and blessings
Adorned and commends
All sights of beauty existing
No faults of structure than woodborer
Can ever be commented  to dissuade
One night or two or month long
Of couplings...

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I think that what happened was that we all wanted to be Oedipus and possess our mothers.
But because society frowns on such couplings, 
we actually sought to BECOME our mothers.

Since only a woman can make...

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A voice speaks:
"Let's get this party started!"
Strange...we all know
that the party has been going on
for many lifetimes.
People enter and leave
promising, escaping, disappearing
returning. Bad pennies and
great expectations
mill and spoon in a party room.
The bash is a...

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