Long Discarding Poems

A Night On A Wharf

The couple decide to walk. The boardwalk still lit at this late hour guides them. They walk hand in hand,..whispering softly with small talk...solemn.,. lonely , yet together. The walk is...

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Deliberately recognizing the sun against the moonbeams
I see your eyes gleam and your happiness screams
Into my eager ears over the years and I’m tension-whelmed with the tears I shed
Hanging at the last thread, giving in...

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POEMS ABOUT EROS AND CUPID

These are translations of ancient Greek poems about Eros. Eros was the Greek counterpart of the Roman god Cupid. While today we tend to think of Cupid as an angelic cherub...

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Imagine,
for the two thousand and twentieth time,
Yang is hierarchical upside power hungry
from above,
authorized to prey on those yins below,
however resiliently they may pray.

Yang grows politically overpowering strengths
of an autonomously omnipotent god,
pejoratively associated with patriarchy,
and ethologically...

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Dear Covenant to Empower Children, Inc.

I was in a Potlatch CoHousing Cafe
just the other repair-invested day
for both ego and eco therapy.

Our host introduced
this Potlatch SkillShare event
speaking to himself:

The less I share skills and resources
on cooperative...

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My deplorable emotional collapse. 

Lucky for me, she happened to be in her many hour siestas!

My dear sister amelie came over (previously arranged to pick up some rocks that z mama rolled in a pile)...

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Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the tree-lined rich suburban variety,
arms folded across their angry 
relentless middle-class...

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IS THIS...?             Poem 8/17/

Written for Jim Eslinger , 37-year anniversary

What are these specks we must trudge over, 
Transplanting ourselves from one wilderness to
Another?...

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Drifting on the clouds I lie
With my head pointing
To yonder skies
In a sea of dreams 
 Where mind and spirit 
Igniting natures prize
To feel like you are heaven bound 
But feet standing firmly
 On hallowed...

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How do I find myself here again
On a couch one more time
Another call that I should make
An irony sublime

We split a few weeks ago
A party I've been having
But She just called me so I'd know
What...

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"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
~ line of inquiry by Unseeking...

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Five Words of Change 

There are words that make my toes curl, my skin crawl and the hair on my arms stand straight up like taking off a polyester sweater in winter crackling with static...

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ANTICHRISTIC BOUND:

So many questions spilled, 
Because of how this place feels.
Seemly blame who for such beal,
And what's the rationale for thus built?
It's spiritually a proposed deal,
So not assumed to cause strong thrills.
But is it right,...

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Insidious political correctness
is pushed from top to bottom - to entice
with policies immoral, stupid, reckless,
for which the population pays the price.
Political correctness is a weapon!
When no longer wisdom operates,
in people's private lives it's to step...

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Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
 dulcet melodies of 
  a deathless devotion, 
incised within...

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Oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
          My heart with reprieves - the redolent leaves
     Remembrance of romance with you...

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At my will, it began to glow a little with a startling tingle
Daring a series of slashes, I feel to be more at ease as I mingle
And into the rhythm, I forget away my troubles...

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Twas the darkest of nights in the prarie woodland
Little Red Riding Hood walked the raven strand

A steamy fog cut through the bleary bog
The rancid odor of vaporous springs did the air clog
A venomous frog full...

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Grandmother pointed out warning signs on the apples.
Her strong voice resonated as she referenced bruises and marks.
Her wrinkled hands brushed over minute holes and obvious incisions.
She clutched the apples in her weather-worn palms
without uttering a...

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Those practicing Tantra urge us to celebrate,
albeit in an aspect of childlike trust and surrender,
whilst Buddhists lay emphasis on emptiness,
essentially negating play of aversion and desire
and as for fundamentalists, lost in the scriptures,
lost in labyrinths...

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I have a favorite subject that I like to talk about…a quirky trend of which I love to speak.
It has to do with things that people simply throw away. What some call “useless junk”…some call...

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oh, how a fair breeze of Autumn can stir
my heart with reprieves - the redolent
       leaves
remembrance of romance with you in a blur
soft eyes in a camber of absinthe...

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Line of inquiry from Unseeking Seeker:

"discarding narrow thought flow crutch
we learn directly by soft touch
and what we garner we relay
to the vast void in childlike play
entwined thus with the universe
we dance without need to rehearse"
_______________________________________________

Ahhh,...

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Sarcomas hatch like caviar
in St. Jude chemo-fire inversions,
where leviathans lay magnetars
to suck the blood of
virgins.

Their celestial suckers nurse their mothers
through quantum-dot tunnels, converging
what little life force
might milk
metastatic roots while purging,

and scute steroids discarding the hair
that...

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Wired mortal from the English Art
Banished from his home, spotted from a distance
Noble amongst scrawling African inscriptions
First veneration of mystical minds
Take a bow, take a bow.

Obliterating deliberate disregard 
From interrupters of our histories, 
With trophies,...

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