Long Deformed Poems

Yet at this very moment the cathedral was crumbling
down upon the cries of foresaken refugees, 
the monastery's walls wobbling from war's wreckage, 
and as the black bursts billowed into sun drenched brutality
with the bodies of...

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Paradise
like Rome
is not built
and not rebuilt
and rebuilt
and redeveloped
and healed
and redeemed
in one 24-hour
cycle
and recycle
and revolving
round day v night,

And/or 
appreciatively regarding both day
and dualdark
rich and fertile 
souled and soiled
recycling night.

So too
my personal
and political
and economic
and ecological
and theologically reformed...

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Like the twelfth
juror in the play
I must say I am not
convinced
For I know a recipe
for trouble 
I have seen the
double standards
And I do not approve
this for Kenya
I will never approve
it, and neither
Would you, dear
friend of...

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The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



            ...

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REGENERATE :

Doctorated at a premium university,
Lost his concentration to absurdity,
Discarded his desire for rationality. 
Sorry for this dude's unfortunate category.
As solemn as his heart aches,
Peace was lost from the face.
Deep troubles that he stake,
Wrong squad...

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When I stopped Dancing
(new edit, 2022)


I stopped dancing first 
when the screeching screaming voice, 
cut into my small, happy, care-free body 
like a sharp knife cuts into warm butter, 
the accusing words freezing my bones,...

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There was a dear who had a ridge that she perched from
It was where she felt welcome 
Below there was a road 
Where cars must go. 

They would be driving in singles and pairs 
Going...

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POTD 13 March 2019

Welcome! - We are excited to release our very first Visual Video Poem. 

(I trust you will enjoy the complete production effects and the superb narration by Dorsey Jackson (Deeja) on the...

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by Spencer Dillenbeck, my son, age 19:

A chunk of clay settling into its mold
A painting yet to dry
A matching hand I cannot hold
A block of cheese before its mold
But even I do not know why
The...

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As traumatized as I am
by the history of organized elitist creeds,
including religious and judicious,

I am even more terrified
by my experience of disorganized unnatural spirituality,
dissociated bicamerality,
unenchanting mono-laterality,
win/lose egocentrism,
narcissism,
flirting with lose/lose climates of nihilism,
anthropocentric chauvinism,
inhumane unnatural straight...

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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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" I know what you dream! "

                           the...

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Bands of sunlight
Streamed through the curtains
Woke up to a glorious spring day
In Lowndes County Georgia 1918
Little Sara and Clint jumped in our bed
For morning hugs around
A day to remember
Filled with love, legacy
Our people

Slipped on my...

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Hourglass

Sand falls
Through the glass
Love falls
Within the past
Memories dance
They never last
Head in my hands
As I stare overhead
At the hourglass


Falling Down Stairs

Stairs broken
Wheels unspoken
I fell
Grasping for air
Are you there?

Piano Keys

Playing me
Rhythms dancing free
Clouds in air
Notes tossed in...

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Be not apologetic if you spend your efforts being happy and kind
There's not enough happiness or kindness in the world
In preparing for Life it's best to fall in love first to learn its vagaries
After acquiring...

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Han(1) is the mang-bu-sok.(2)
Han is the tears,
the tears of a sorrowful woman
who waited and waited to the good news
that of the husband, who left her a long time ago,
turned into a rock on the hilltop.

Han...

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Little Jessica was six years old. Her mother walked her to school
everyday and she would pick her up from school and walk her home.
   As Jessica and her mom would walk to school,...

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I have heard “The mirror tells not a lie, ’ 
I assuming myself the gorgeous one 
Abased in front of the looking-glass. 
I was one but the reflections were seven 
I was baffled either one...

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Where one grain of sand can become a castle 
crumbing it has lost all compass bearing truth 
loosing all sense of living reality twisted under moral direction
pretending to care with uneducated values 
calling insanely on...

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NOT   JUST   ANY   SUNSET

This lunar sunset was what he’d most miss  -
They always said death was like this : 
Slo-mo and black-and-white
Like an old movie trite.
It had happened...

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I have heard "The mirror tells not a lie,’
I assuming myself the gorgeous one
Abased in front of the looking-glass.
I was one but the reflections were seven
I was baffled either one was in seven or seven...

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The historical Stone Walker sings gravedigger, dearth songs. 
A warning: the End Times are approaching and almost upon us.

In a land called the Monongahela across the river and down highway 10 west to the northern...

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And here I sit for the thousandth time
Writing over and over the same old lines
Lost in the dark its hard to see
Im right here and I cant find me
Mirrors lie we all know that 
It...

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Only if you knew that you live like a God in a place my heart has found you fit to rule
only if you knew that I would be the opposite of what God would cal...

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