Long Divas Poems

As I look back across more musical times
of rhythmic reflections,
ceremonies and commemorations
of each dawn and dusk eremitic liturgy,
if that is not an oxymoron
of sound and sight,
song and dance,
tragically sad, yet also bilaterally bound with happier...

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I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I've got nothin' to say
And I'm gonna keep it just that way
'til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside...

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So I was feeling badly,
sad,
because I share our mutually complicit status
for my compatriot's difficult terrorizing
chronic stress disordering
time.
I too have been there,
lost there,
to a more moderate extent.
I just walked away.

I wish I had done more at...

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We could invite many ways
to slice and dice the prism
EcoFeminist.

I first ran into this label
when spoken by a sexual advocate
in the early 70s
at the University of Michigan,
from the mouth of a transgendering ecofeminist
who felt more...

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The Rulers wield their silver shields,
             wear golden coronets
while warders guard the prison yard,
         ...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 2)

What beats...

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Music ministry
as inviting to blues and jazz,
embracing soulful gospel
as black and brown and white multiculturally intended,
at least on MLKing SabbathDream Days,
feels not yet enough un-privileged,
increasingly side-tracked
from cooperative GreenEarth dreams reborn,
up-bearing 
paid-forward into what more recent...

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Flings and wings and rings rejected…
 Cupid’s arrows fly deflected…
“It clearly is too late” she signed, “to love, adore or pay me mind”

Penciled lines drew cruel conclusions
mocking mirror’s cracked illusions…
Sometimes, in time, I hang awhile,...

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COLOURFUL LAMENT

I combed cool waters of your 
baby blue crystalline Jewel as you 
waded waterfall waves washing 
my stellar rainbow rays 
Arching it melted into the warm 
womb of transducing tangoing Earth

Her Violet Flame devoured...

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With her pet toy in hand and playing,
In mother’s lap, a strange smile lurking,
To her lullaby whilst listening, 
Eyes on Ma, at last succumbs to sleep,
Here’s happiness for me sound asleep.

Their heavy school bags left...

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Sing a song for the ladies
walking the street
With three little children
And nothing to eat.

Sing a song for the addict
who cant seem to kick
and dreams of a life 
of not being sick

This song is for me...

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I’ve seen the minds of my generation bested by their handheld mobile devices,
texting for a dopamine rush, tuning out the reality around them.
I’ve watched them, withdrawn from present company, looking for bars of microwave coverage,...

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Get out of the rat race maze
By Michelle Morris
28/10/2022

There are so many jobs
Where you can lose your soul
They can make your burn too hot
Or make you turn icy cold

Like hell or purgatory
Stuck in grinding thoughts
You're...

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When she walks around this Rocky Mountain downtown;
With a pretty-in-pink style Mohawk;
She doesn't look like an eighties version of a bad hangover.
While she obviously indulges in ballet classes,
As well as the occasional psychedelic drug that...

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(on the basis of Max Ehrmann’s Desiderata)


Be calm, because it's vanity of vanities,
reach harmony taking a truce.
Be generous, despite “in vino veritas” 
all in the world forget the truth. 

Remember that all have their rights...

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How lonely distant stars must be
Unnoticed by people looking down
Waiting for blue skies to turn dark
Waiting for stars gazers to show
I wait for Venus to comfort me
I wait for Orion's glow to gird me
For constellations...

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Ode to Ustad, the Celebrity Tiger


Is it true Ustad , you’ve divided humans?
Is it true, you killed all the four humans?
Is it true, you are dismissed from Ranthambore Reserve as “problem animal”?
Is it true, you...

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You thought love could be found
laying around,
common as morning sunshine
Meeting easy beach smiles,
awash in waves of fun times
But the cool crest of day attraction
never swept away your surfing heart
Seeking risky queen of club action,
you soon...

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The bears are invited Grandpa said casually.
My heart turned cold.
I just got my closet put back together from their last year’s visit.
I decided I would hide my hot pink nightie, and my rainbow feathered boa.
Lulu...

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Music
especially sacred music
feels round

Not such clear lines
prescribing desecrating marches
needing to move somewhere
noting something
speaking against someone
in StraightWhite privileged time

Right/Left balancing divas
sometimes sing in resonant rounds,
round
and round
in circling spirals
never-ending spectral ribbons
eventually blending communion,
emphatically good-spirited
and not dogmatically ill-natured.

So,
to...

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The Hat Game come play
It's going down today
We will giggle, be glamorous, and have fun
the Hat Game has begun

Ladies, please come dress to play
No ones excluded all will be on display
Gonna play this game our...

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So gullible just like my first love
Stay humble, but I knew that I was first up
Happiness is temporary, always has been
I just lost one, but sometimes I win
I always spread love, but sometimes I sin
I...

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EarthTribe dancing divas
still indulge emphatic circling
meditations

Dogmatically embodying
mindful medications

Producing peaceful pleasures
spiraling passions
against war's relentless anti-paradise

Dancing resiliently within
organic drama
while resonantly without
systemic trauma

Right hand 
and foot 
open out
in front of
future win/win
mindfully embodied
penetrations
in behind Left past
win/lose shady
mean predations

Right hand...

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At First Glance


There are such women.
Those who do not so much
capture, as captivate.
Entering, they glide slowly,
seamlessly, across the eyes,
overshadowed by the more
stunningly stylish and
demanding divas.  Yet,
they are not overlooked.
As the moment fades and
the evening...

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I speak of the breast best,
mother Mary and her voiceless love.
My pillow-talk told to doves and divas.

And my voice sounds in the whale bone,
in the thunder of workaday ants in their
Brooklyn bodega’s.

The breathless, the brazen
those...

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