Long Creators Poems

I am sick of excuses to avoid responsibility
and I am, today, sick with excuses to avoid responsibility
with "I'm just a mortal human. I make mistakes.
I judge situations and relationships,
assess potential risks to care and nourishing...

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I live in America, as in the United States of America, and that used to mean something. At least to me it did. And it’s not so much in how I was raised but in...

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I (a youthsome, wholesome, jokesome, handsome,...
gamesome, chucklesome, bothersome,
and awesome modest fellow)...
does not deliberately court immortalization,
and wonders what criteria confer elevation,
exaltation, glorification, hero worship,
idolization, veneration, or worship.

I go about a daily humdrum routine
me, a twenty first...

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Written: 21 July 2023 
Submitted to No. 1231 New Poem Only Poetry Contest 
Sponsored by Brian Strand 

Bridging the Unbridgeable Chasm*

As rises the wealth of nations,
As grows the limb of a township
So declines the flowers...

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My Dear, Sweet, lost Child ?
Daughter of my wasted youth !
A confession

I am truly sorry Gail, for all that I was  
- that selfish, inconsiderate, thoughtless man -
I am truly sorry Gail, for all...

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Unquotable quotes: Poets, Poetasters and Platos – XXXVI

     For James McAuley – in remembrance of a memorable week in Cardiff 1965 

The greatest poet ever is NOT Homer, Lao Tse, Ovid,...

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When we encounter problems
in daily relationships,
as all species and individuals do,
from healthy time to wealthy RightBrain systemic rhyme,
practicing nutritional v toxic awareness
facilitates RealTime health preparedness
for what is not not causing power-stuckness challenges
to otherwise healthy nests...

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[R-F] = Roundling facsimile
[H-Z] = Human: Zenaide
[G-G] = Gaia-Google - Earth's world-wide internet mind


Dr. Zenaide Arnau, team leader of L 4 investigation
U.N. assignment to Space Station 1
supported by logicians, technicians, physicists and geneticists
unsure why assignment...

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Unquotable quotes: Teachers – XXI

The pupil, the bitch and the walnut tree, the more the teacher beats them, the better they be.
In the old days, teachers were born to the métier like poets; today softwares...

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I find imprisoning parallels
between early Nazi Germany
and early Roaring Trumpian 20s USA,
between fascist and fake propaganda,
between judicial patriarchal-privileged racist stockpiling,
between CEOs living above our democratically inclusive laws
while self-pardoning for agressions,
trespasses,
debts against a cooperatively co-investing society,
between...

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Kindly stick to digging pineapples in the future as magic dust particles can really only spring up in defense patterns. And is it really wise to deal cards in a high tide. Deliver not an...

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After the creation of things
They where all created
But in the world of imagination
Many live as creators
Existing in weird


The created creator,
The poet, I've never imagine 
As a child
I've ever thought of treasure
Never discover the new world


The...

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from the extremely large to the very small, rocks have been game changers
  planet-sized melters, moon-makers
  asteroids with cataclysmic impact, dinosaur terminators
  again life's prospects pivoting
  this time, on tiny stable...

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As dusk settled to star-filled night, they finally came.
Amongst the burning huts, he knelt before the two Gods,
their bright white skin flickering red anger within the light of the fire.
One stood with turtle shell gleaming...

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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves...

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The human ego, a deadly thing; it convinces we’re better,
more powerful, creators who have no limits and we believe its’ lies.

Greed = ego,
hate - ego
selfishness = ego
self-centeredness,
vanity,
inconsiderateness,
a desire for power,
Germ Warfare = Human Ego
it’s all...

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In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
"crazy" has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballast Right
anchoring EgoSelf within EcoOther.

"Crazy"
when that begins with "you are"
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of compassion
with dire political and economic consequences
of extensive fear...

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The actual area 1. 0. 1 had been performed this particular Wednesday currently about the server. But instead compared to relaxation, believe the actual designers associated with SWTOR and additional say right now the state...

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“Light Winged”




fluid I freely flow
nacreous and immersed
beyond naology  

I am far removed
from the numbers
and rites

of your 
hard-edged, 
strange world 

the seconds 
stretch deeper and higher
than millennia here

I Am 
an ancient soul 
become nascent

light winged...

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We all have fantasies 
Some have imagined what it would be like to be different. To live differently, to talk differently and maybe even dress or act differently. Most of which are kept secretly but...

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In a boundless night, under the sky where the stars burn like the lost thoughts of a sleeping god, I feel suspended between worlds,
in a silence that sings echoes from unseen universes, where time flows...

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[They lived in terror.  A dark cloud seeping inside souls tearing love
and kindness away]

I am lost for words to describe the agony of my reflection inflicted upon me;  the beast born by a...

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Time slips by as the wind whispers through the trees,
Waving hands fly like the movement of the breeze
And families pray for those they love, all because,
Time gave hope, time restored, welcome home;
Yet every blessing stems...

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“Everybody duck, everybody run, and everybody hide. Quickly now. Hurry. IT is happening now. All run run run” In haste the message spoke. Radiating booming voice from the tissue box placed in the middle of...

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Under the Moonlit Canopy of Forgotten Dreams,
I drift through corridors where shadows whisper the untold,
You, my dear man, a phantom presence within,
A figure engraved in the fragile tapestry of my past.
Oh, forgive the storms I...

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