Long Detract Poems

I am sorry
about my judgmental,
sadly disdainful,
tone
in earlier messages.

Even worse,
I remain embarrassed
for spreading it out
for key staff
and leaders
to well-positioned see
and hear
and feel,
touched by wounded toxicity.

My training 
and experience
includes victimized by homophobia
and healing through community mediation.

Within this...

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The Edges of Rhyme 

I wrote the playbook, watching what they took 
While the earth shook I could not look 
In the direction of the Big Book 
Like a fish caught on a nasty hook...

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The Conditions of Living

Stark organisations of my observations
Respond to beauty with pure elation 
Instead of chronic devastation 
Process the abject consternation 
From contrived over-saturation 
And acute mass manipulation 
That should be in legal confiscation
Truth found...

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POTD 21 November 2017

So professional in his lies - So ruthless in his ambition
Feeding lies to the simple folk - convincing in his deception
Telling them they live on toxic farm land - succeeds in striking...

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Memories of a Green Beret

“Where have all the soldiers gone, Long time passing,
Where have all the soldiers gone, Long long time ago,
Where have all the soldiers gone,
Gone to graveyards, every one.
When will they ever learn?
When...

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Ambiguity and Ambivalence in the THIRUKKURAL: Canto 4, K35, a random example

alukkaa ravaavekuli yinnaacchon naangku
milukkaa viyanra tharam (unrefined, given in the original state of  
         ...

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Theatrum Mundi

Theatrum Mundi, derived from the Latin as: “Theater of the World,” was famously incorporated by William Shakespeare for his well-known metaphorical world-view often referred to under the rubric of “All the World’s a Stage,”...

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I’m sorry to you from the bottom of my heart,
I never wanted to be the reason why you were torn apart,
It wasn't my choice for him to depart,
Although I take the blame, sweetheart.

Firstly I’d like...

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I now know the feeling of regret
To want to change something so much
You would pay the devil with your soul
If only you could truly forget
The warmth of her beauty, the joy of her touch
And if...

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Prophets are the messengers of Allah who came from time to time to guide mankind to the way of Allah, the path of righteousness. Amongst the many who came as guides and warners to the...

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Why, why, why? Is all I ask
Do you send these folk my way
They're not the ones I'd choose myself
But I attract within hooray
You must have plans to work me Lord
Have I really gone astray

I try...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY - LXXXI - 81

IF ever I had a country, a country without even a single Shredding Machine

And if ever I were elected/nominated/appointed by the powers that be SPEAKER of...

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My Word,  My Honor   

Vows & promises are meant to be kept,  
Yet one's word to be honored is nowadays somewhat inept,  
Its old fashioned, seen as an item of...

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I write poems quickly with not much patience
And need suggestions with recommendations
Regarding poems which were written by me
Designed for the average and not aristocracy.

The following comments are what I received
Was she by my poems really...

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Grows and Did Decompose

Each seed sewn we suppose always grows;
Dies and then eventually does decompose;
Make room,
To bloom;
Is something surely that everyone knows.

Note of Thanks To God

Note of thanks  to gracious God  we did...

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strapped to the mast, I recite it so
to show what I saw, I had to know
  no dramatisation of emotion took place
            ...

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I often sit and witness the beautiful existence, 
sparked by a yellow haze of a dying candle's flame,
my notations dancing leisurely with the seizure of it's shadow on the wall. 
I am able to see...

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In the blackest hour of
the blackest night,
That the world had ever seen,
In the darkest dark,
In the blackest night,
At the darkest hour in between,
I went forth among the tombs,
For a walk among the dead...

On that night...

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A view from a teaspoon selection is very spellbinding indeed. Half a cup of multicolumns and a pint of milk singing and swaying together. It takes much effort to pick up a seed. Much kilograms...

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How Very Often We Miscalculate Things


How very often, we miscalculate things,
How very often our fear spoils everything,
How often, we predict too heavy rains,
Which would wipe away all our living dreams,
But find soon that the rains...

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It's cold and it's windy
But still that crowd meets
To stand with respect 
At the top of Sharp Street.
The Bearers stand at attention
As though shrunken by age
Since those seventy years
When they occupied a world stage.
Now they...

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Maybe it's just me.
So, I'm asking,
as focused, yet open
as I could ever hope to be,

Do negative correlations
between inhaling
and exhaling
Earth's sensory WorldView
resemble, for you,
too,
a reverse correlation,
dipolar co-arising
appositional contrast,
in-between grasping on
and distracting off?

I am not sure why
this...

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It comes wrapped up in clear mylar,
like the ones comic people use,
insides faded, creased and yellow,
big red letters boast of the west,
small rips and tears from ancient hands,
and the collectors before me,
does not detract from...

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The masses---preoccupied and staring blankly about,  
each one with their own agenda,
not knowing how or why the sun shines
or the rain comes.  
Only knowing that the rent is due 
or the dog pen...

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Another Possible Poem of the Day
or A Tattooed Feud

Had been a boisterous big battle brewing
What body part is perfect place for tattooing?
Could be on my behind or maybe back?
Where it would be less offensive and...

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