Long Deadening Poems

Today is assiduously
religiously different,
as I review our local RiverEast News.

Every week
Mike Thompson writes a solid Editorial
in a compelling voice.
I expect to only add
my hearty sacred
happy secular "Amen!"

Our nearly fearless Editor and Chief
calls for political "ACCOUNTABILITY!"
like...

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Just a view on the inner critic. Every time I read what I wrote I see a different angle. This person never even opened their eyes. Some day you can't.

The day had begun. Simple. It...

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Each ego identity,
whether of busy bee
or slacker sloth,
recreates its uniquely sacred eco-Other,
mutually capable of Win-Win intentional experience
and memory
toward appreciating capital investments
in further living, not deadening, artifacts
through each personal life 
both cooperative and competing
so far.

So
every shrinking...

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When I was a FreshPerson in a new higher school,
our English Literature class was delighted
to meet a new to our area Ms. Liska,
who was a beautiful teacher
both outside
and in,
and so we all loved her,
and knew...

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What is patriotism?

Pride of and for national, and maybe cultural, superiority.
Maybe superior health care integrity?

What is nationalism?

Usually positive values about monocultural 
monotheistic
monopolistic identity,
but I guess nationalism could also include negative evaluations,
begging for more international 
interdependent...

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(strike while the iron's hot, else...
up prize cold hard steel Goldfinger
rewind: the following case in point).

Believe me you (stranger out there
along the information super highway),
perhaps feeling comfortably numb,
which I (personally experiencing futility)

vainly searching for Nirvana)...

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The NY Times BestSeller,
How To Change Your Mind,
is about
How to change your Left or Right
Or Left and Right
dominant default demand Consciousness,
therapeutically from LoseLose distrust
to WinLose mistrust
to WinWin bilateral
and even multi-lateral
Trust.

But to speak of changing Minds
when...

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Transl. of Eric Mottram’s A Faithful Private - 2 with a Clive Bush comment on Mottram's poetry 

Excerpt from an article, “From space to caves in the heart recreating the collective world in Eric Mottram’s...

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In meditation,
formally creative
and informally recreative,
and in similar forms of conscious self-medication,
and assiduously non-violent internal
yet bicameral communication,

In all these ways of remembering meditation,
my mindbody neural-sensory receptors
enjoying respite
from win/lose monopoly
either/or monotony
leftbrain limited theophany
monotheistic and obstructed
by my autonomously...

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In Systems Theory
there hides a transparent bias toward positively resilient systems

And there hides an unfortunate bias toward magically created
mechanistic systems

Competing in hierarchical global networks
empowered from sublime Above
and from Outside
domination by missionary zealous soldiers,
LeftBrain elitist owners...

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It shouted to him from the rooftops and he was prepared to jump

‘Go out with a deafening bang’ for the bell had told crashing demise

Sadness and bitter oblivion pointed the way from screaming nowhere

Yet deadening...

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hostile,
pungent,
nasty,
&
redefining the art of having a
chip on his shoulder
he marches through the last specks of his burnt out existence
telling us all how we should live our lives
(spouting his rotting “wisdom” at everyone he sees)
while
regretting
so very...

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The Storm  by Jennrut

Soiled

Drum drum drum drum...
A pained, wet leaf 
saturated by the storm's reverberating  pressure.
Compacted, 
Smothered by heavy soil which consumes it
Weighted by shadows of familiar clouds. Deadening, 
Rotting. 

A Reprieve 

Unable...

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the great bard and Elizabethan play wright
begetting complete dramaturgy
     explaining fate hollowly airtight
succor starved, riddled smitten tattered

     sir real body politik blight
under whelming enthusiasm
   ...

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What would it take
to understand
a right to life
includes a right to choose well-being
or failure
for one's internal identities,
organs,
organisms?
AND
A right to choose
self-embodied empowerment,
health,
is a right to life redemptive choice
over deadening felt loss
of continuous healthy lifetime,
now present
and on...

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THANK YOU, MOTHER 

Mama, today is your birthday, your ninety third if you are here;
but you passed on in January and we, all your living children,
are celebrating your life on Saturday with relatives and friends.
We...

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As modern Christians, we overlook
the meaning and purpose of Good Friday,
when Christ was crucified on a dreary day...
to bear our sins on His shoulder.


From the Via Dolorosa to distant Golgotha
too heavy and painful was the...

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If the magic of the now eludes us, 
it signals we are as yet fast asleep 
and caught in a mind trap, dark fears nonplus, 
deadening our sentience to love's bliss beep.
Ignorance borne of stupor...

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100 miles
It's pretty far 
Feels like a loss
Not far by car
But Too far for a rock to toss

The deadening silence of your voice
Slices to my core, it's a salty wound
Made worse by your choice

I see...

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Probably few of us
have capacity
to see ourselves
as both Angel
and Demon.

Many of us
have had the experience
of demonizing
and punishing ourselves
for sins of the past
extending into our present
festering
unresolved trauma.

Hopefully many of us
have also had the experience
of forgiveness
and saving...

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- By Olongapoet

Are those dragon scales, your reason’s hides?
That I’d need St.George’s lance to pierce thru.
Need I look for angry Odin’s lost eye?
To see through thy cynicism’s Stygian depths?

Why does the sweet ambrosia of my...

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I Will Write Words That Eat Out Of My Darkened Soul



I'll not write my poetry with dull sanctioned pen
pay the price with my spirit like other men,
tribute to uniform codes and enslaved dreams
a drone in...

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May 8th 2009

take a moment
—to look at me
just one final moment
what do you see?

when you look into my pain-filled eyes
is there darkness?
a sliver of light?
excruciating affliction crashes over me,
do you not see?
is there nothing?
only a...

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The words plunge into my chest like a poisoned dagger. 

I frantically tug at the cold knife but to no avail as the venom works its way through my body. My mind desperately attempts to...

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We came upon a clearing as we all started to choke
Our eyes hurting, painful, us soldier serving blokes

Pieces of black floated, sporadic burning embers passed
Hazed buildings we could see through the trees, chimneys a fast

A...

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