Long Cycled Poems

It's hard to say where and when our town's People of Faith Cooperative started.

After all,
we have all emerged together,
and are still emerging
people of TaoGod,
right?

Our faith includes defining our still humanizing species
as among those not capable...

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Dad Revisited- Once More


Last night I sat up in bed and prayed a little longer,
I asked god to send dad back for just one more  day with great fervour.

Dad was waiting for me in...

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Later that evening Seileach enjoyed a giant mushroom dinner with Joulupukki, Ceridfen, DynDoeth, Gwaldon, Bréagán, Chroí, Lumi and the two humans.  It was a large gathering with many other friends and family and the...

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Hello my little friend 
We meet once again
Go away, leave me alone
But I'm the only one that's always home 
That may be so, but I know that's not true 
This can't be it, it can't...

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Our Love (written in the style of spoken word)

My world eclipsed itself in the shadow of your moon
In the fading of your breath, the gasp of your final death
blacked out to me was the image...

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We both were once in a village, far from the crowd
(Home/verses/khonika/ek ganye)

We both were once in a village, far from the crowd
Plethora, the joy is always ours!
Magpie Robin chirps there high on their tree branch,...

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Courtesy viz (g)natty Thrip Pest...

This client (Matthew Scott)
availed himself at behest
of following counselor
who bares his chest
to Stephanie Dodds
(maid 'n USA name)

taught technique to minimize
ruffling feathers lest
the missus aggrieved
spending her nest
egg, thus self and missus

live destitute...

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I don't remember when I looked up and heard a seagull's cries
I don't remember the line of gold of my first sunrise
I don't remember the time at Fire Island when Mom carried me to the...

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not long ago the earth was young
a dark shadow rose and blocked the sun
the people were lost in the chaos and hate
they lost everything to this dying fate
as luck grew low and people grew weak
they...

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"Dearly beloved, "We are gathered here today to witness,
The wickedness of these times."
"Blessed", fortunately, its ending soon."
To radio stations phone-it.
"Wait!, No!, Next month.
"Taking the kiddies fishing."
"Perhaps we should postpone it."
"Reminds me, of an ole story.
"My,...

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Tree of Life
From the fertile ground, its form took shape 
As the sun began to climb the forest sky
 Sunshine drew a crown of leaves upon its limbs
And the blossoms filled the forest 
 ...

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QUEST

      Now imprisoned 
      within closed contour of span of my life.
      Where to venture on quest ?
  ...

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The muscles flexed like wings for flight
I saw fell down from heaven like light
The trees shook
Off their callous demure, grew gold green
My masked look
Came where adoration feathered preen
The cold pride that risked my life
The risks...

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A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers who cried "Hey, lend us yer bikes!"...

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A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers who cried "Hey, lend us yer bikes!"...

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With Crystal Ball I might have found 
Some way to weave my way through time
Instead I played without the rules
Did it my way throughout the schools

Meandered free from guides or maps
Ate my meals from plates...

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...inspired by the Dylan Thomas short story
   'Who Do You Wish Was With Us?'



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and...

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...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers. "Hey,...

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...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story.



A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane, 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers. "Hey,...

Read More

...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story


A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers who...

Read More

...inspired by a Dylan Thomas short story


A breezy day, and two boys biking down the lane 
past meadows green with envy, soft as spring. 
Picnic-packed and ready for the day's adventure. 
They passed hikers who...

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How Can I Compensate...?

Just between myself,
     and cosmic force
     this good fella agreed
to dedicate, postulate,
     validate, et cetera,
     what...

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This is my sorrow, my voiceless sorrow.
A damnable mourning to my vulnerability.
A suffering of the heart, captive of thresholds the sins I watch.
Speak truth to soul, will of passion turns vexation.

The river, the hands of...

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They looked at me with doubt
The light had long gone out
I was long past my prime
Ripples in a pond subside over time

"That's him?", an onlooker thought it odd
"Yes" his brother said, "I swear to God!"
A...

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I cycled to Hawthorne before the dawn,
Saw a deer on Taxter Road leading a fawn.
I reached a field of the kids little League.
Waited for the train, too pumped for fatigue.

The train passed by lakes of...

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