Long Dispersal Poems

Cooperative Feministas
are not quite so much Competitive Manifestos.

In David Holmgren's introduction to Permacultural Therapeutic Design,
he contrasts "Industrial Culture" with "Sustainable Culture"
kind of like comparing masculine LeftBrain culture
with feminist RightBrain enculturation, nurturance, resonance
over the longer-term scenaria,
rather...

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Military maneuvers,
conducted by starship troopers,
make a Lot of king Chedorlaomer noise

Earhole space
penetrated by the Pentagon puffing pace ... 
stealth sound of smoke signals
Warning drumbeat signs 
of an incoming, deadly drone invasion

Attack helicopters hover
over tempting topography...

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Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous...

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*Image of What Happens When I Put ... by UMC.

The Collection Plate,

'Tis a simple sacred place of worship bearing no weight, whereto, one's faith unchallenged, accepted universally.

A complement of thrice their numbers, religious qualities as...

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What kids are watching on telly
are crimes and crimes in all variety! 

Crimes of hate 
crimes of passion
acting it out at shocking rate
thinking in...

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the end nears with Jesus and witches

let us hope there are no more glitches

little baby wears a mask in the manger

conceived socially distant without danger

no Golgotha crowd but liked tweeted clips

zoom calls for blurring out...

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When you stood on the bridge
He along stood firmly by your side.
When you almost fell off the edge 
That courage he never tried to hide. 

With his artful kind and peaceful mind 
The Portrait belongs...

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Waking, she inspects the color under her sweater
and sighs that vague orange is still wearing her.
Orange can’t be her friend until it reveals its core.
While white is already a friend, the floating ones
aloofly speak of...

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THE ART OF PATIENT WAITING


The art of waiting only comes eventually
After days to decades of practical practice
Staying in limbo, whether still or pacing:
As looking down the line of tracks for 
An awaited train; as in...

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There's four ninja turtles
Cleaning up the streets
Trained in the art of ninja karate-e
They hide down in the sewers
Watching for criminals
Could it be for real or is it April fools




Teenage mutant ninja turtles
Six foot dudes they...

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After dispersal from school
I sat in the van of kids
Cute, naughtorious, innocent & cool
among them, a girl
sitting alone, silently
smiling at their pal
I could guess
She didn't have friends
She came & sat before me 
touched my hand...

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Valentine has come
in the smooth dispersal fragrance of the newest blooming flowers
in the thrilled embroidered wings of airborne butterflies
in the sweet songs of spring birds, in the voices of cuckoo 

Valentine has come
in the luminous...

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Another day ends with insipid sun
One more uncertain season
Another month ebbs slowly invariably gone
One more uninteresting month another reason

Each bulb impressively pushing old soil up
So absented from every winter irritation 
The orchestrated plants unite drinking...

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Perceptions, like tender sun rays, swiftly peep in,
With inference as sharp as the prick of a pin;
Comparison, like a physical balance, weighs,
With the sound of assertion, awareness does blaze...!

Like a light that illumines the properties,...

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Child Dispersal


Polygamy we openly denounce or loath
while promiscuity we commit at will.
Should Retribution be borne in both
why the last we spurn with inflated zeal?

Scattered children teem universal
while we all agree that a few is better.
Are...

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Fortune’s Reversal

Today is Labor Day 2005 –
A day of loving & compassionate labors

As I gather up clothes to help them survive,
to bring hope to the hearts of my neighbors

      ...

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Just a casual experiment, a new direction,
a bit of slime, residue of past process
left unattended in a remote corner obscure,
to grow, to morph, divide in diverse pattern.

Smaller than simple sight by naked eye,
infinitesimal in worlds...

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In the wicked world brutal
Only few fine friends local
Will lend their finger social
To help us regain imperial.
Among them Jashwant jewel
Standing with me in time real.
Earlier we had quarrels brutal
On tuitions or money total;
Later adjusted, but...

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Years 1 to 6
in the deep basement I grew up in
were a dark fairytale,
one I shall never tell to a child.

There were shoe-shod steps
that rained upon listless dreams.
The dank stank of in-dwelling rodents,
dug-in behind crumbling...

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Who put Lubella in the wych elm?
Wrangled roots and writhing barks,
Little blue shoes and fine black strands.
Was it the witch or the wych?
A flash of red, simmering musks, 
An era of tragedy thriving.
A flesh tinged...

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My glaring eyes sneak a look at
The clear spring waters 
In the water jug (karuwa) –
The pure appearance of my face
Reflected like in the mirror
Strike against the inner surfaces 
Split into bits and pieces
With dispersal...

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How feeble is our attempt
grasping at purpose
like windswept salt air,
minor contributions upon
levels of major play....
understanding that
the lack of understanding
continues day to day....
sequences re-lived although
redesigned by imaginative minds,
as telling as the next wave
which isn't that far...

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A Metaphor of Life

By Elton Camp (Elton4562@Yahoo.com)

“For what is your life? It is even a vapor that appears for a little time and then vanishes away.” - New King James Version

Human life is rightly compared...

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Gondola Found Floating on a Village Green

Before play was performed had a rehearsal
With artists who did have a wide dispersal
Of talent that in show was highly required
So each of them had to be quickly hired.

Scenery...

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*Image of The 27 Club by Wiki.

Enclosed Rhyme Sonnet: The 27 Club

A painted desert from a simple stone,
Act sans, singer storms, own closeted world,
Head o'er heels life strung noose tied to be whirled,
A dispersal sorts...

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