Long Denuding Poems

Self-pardoning rights of predators and pirates
emperors and kings
CEOs and wealthy competitors
follow our over investment
in separating natural land and bodies
from oceanic surfing inside spirits,
yang ecopolitical strength of communal sight
from yin personal flow of sound,
resonant orthodox positive
and
negatively...

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Natural predication
greets sacred promise
to restore peaceful justice.

Omnipresent predication
greets polypathic promise
for restoring love as grace-filling justice.

Omnipotently disintegrative powers
of HellFire prediction
too quickly settle for monoculturing retribution,
punishment
due to FallenNature's past spiritual sins
in absence of paid-forward
gift economies
for notnot co-arising
Sacred...

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Some watching my ease
Of execution of the self
The latent anxiety unteased
Writes me off in simplicity.
Some denuding me of honor's wealth
Wait in turmoil 
For a scab to fall and unveil its pus
And if I do not...

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Neither the clang of swords, nor the rattle of guns
Nor the devastating drop of bombs nor bomber’s motion
But a hush-hush research in quiet laboratory in a far corner
Producing mass-killing virus to infect and spread afar
To...

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A sprawling mattress of mud in grumbling sun
Crumbs of womb left where life's plow had run
Here the mind forked in spadeful of thoughts
Denuding it of weed, and competitive reason
Ideas prancing from their web, defy the...

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This is where black breaks open into bright bleeding feeling
as souls suffer the fire of flesh to enter arena Earth screaming
searching the ether for Adam and Eve's answer to forbidden fever
while angels wear snake skins...

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“No matter how low we fall, God holds our hand ~
All’s enabled, if this truth we understand”
                  ...

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Catharsis of a King


Twisted trees, gnarled and warped
by wicked winds, curled in crippling
curling toward faint warming of the sun,
clinging with clutched roots to rocky crags,
overhanging the crashing roar of foam tipped
breakers.  Stone face of...

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We begin at the beginning: a clove of garlic, too hard-headed
for its own good, combined with two large onions, their first denuding 
revealing fallow gold: the second layer, a pale green puberty,
then, the heartless blade...

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Did you know the Gecko cannot blink ?
No I did not, but it sounds alluring that image
Of a focused lizard reptilian in glorious intent
From hide bound tail to protruding cheeks and jowl

So I blink, too...

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The scent of decomposing leaves pervades the air,
a ghost-grey mist hangs, lifeless, on the branches; bare
from vehement leaf-stripping winds, awhile passed through,
denuding all; from Ash to morbid, toxic Yew.
Their once green leaves; now dark brown...

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Eve of fall
denuding of trees
No longer lush whispers heard through the leaves

A low pitched moan a creak here and there
In warning to all listening
to heed and beware

The salad days behind us
and winters hounds approach
Ravenously looking...

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Abandoned! Assaulting winds thrash flailing limbs, 
denuding boughs of golden dress;
gone the gaiety of glowing beginnings
when springtime sun seduced soft soil,
fondling slight buds of green, foreplay in fecund fields.

Forlorn, like a vacant house,
dark windows blankly...

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I adore the way
Autumn breezes in
denuding deciduous trees
of their vibrant leaves

During the shortening days, 
the soil will be clothed
in a crisp colourful blanket
of ochre, orange and scarlet
which, in time, will become
a skeletal lacy shawl
as the...

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The way of man and the way of God:
the two are not the same.

For a man will see a forest,
and will create a clearing,
and hack out an existence,
denuding the land of life,
using the logs for...

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False Warrior


Cold spear of winter’s harbinger
pierces the heart of summer
leaving her wounded beauty
bleeding out upon the landscape.

Autumn – cruel mercenary force
despoiling the scent of bounty
laying rot the un-ripened hope
denuding the cloaked forest,

Driving color from the...

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Evening turns to mime -
you emerge from its cameo artistry,
your dark unraveled hair cajoles
in a lamp shaded theater.

Moments clash together.
A denuding madness is ungloved,
a palpable heat mauls.

Long into the cleaving night
unsheathed and reckless,
flesh sings its...

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Bewildering 
Yet, astonishing 
Is how the leaves are emblazoning
With such stunning 
Coloring.
They are capturing
The essence of fall. As the wind is blowing 
Through the trees it's whispering
To the leaves it's time to fall. The uncloaking
Begins...

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