Long Diverging Poems

Creolization,
soars Dr. Jane Anna Gordon,
turns our co-empathic evolving democracy project
into a verbal,
active,
regenerative more,
degenerative less,
occasionally Elite-Pirates v NonElite-Prey revolution,
and even more unconsciously occasionally 
Elite/NonElite Creolizing-SelfReGenerative
crave to grave 
multicultural Earth experience.

What could all this Elite and NonElite...

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Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed...

tonight October  25th, 2022 
terrifically summarily requoting 

poetic outdated iteration,
I share the following lines
echoing in the valley 
of love and delight.
courtesy 20/20 hindsight
October twenty fifth
two thousand and twenty two
admirable,...

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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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Botched and bungled interpersonal opportunities viewed...
(summarily iterated June 30th, 2020)

I share the following lines
with utmost delight
courtesy 20/20 hindsight
June twenty ninth
two thousand and twenty

corrigible, fallible,
and intelligible light
hearted fella (aging
baby boomer) usually polite
doth not trend toward
superficial nor...

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Marriage has lost its security and the vow, its invincibility
especially in a generation so saga and scandal loving
and a society rarely frowning its face to traditional unfaithfulness.
Setting up the stage for lots of pests 
to...

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IF GOD GIVES UP ON US

Open season
the games have begun
We be target practice
Shoot randomly
no penalty

Kill at will
...if you will
Lives don't
matter to the people
you're chanting to

Kill for thrill
new sport
Kill at will
...if you think
Lives matter
watch the gavel...
justice...

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Scared of the nights
Posted by SONAMCHHABRA 


I am scared of the nights
Not because I am afraid of the demons that lurk in the dark
But because I am afraid of the thoughts that take control over...

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The wheels turn,
the road stretching in to the distance.
I hear the hum of the engine
buzzing like a thousand honey bees.
The broken white lines flash past in my rear view mirror
on their never ending race to...

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In the kingdom of forgetfulness you've left me, dear friends of old,
But in my soul I bear no grudge, just an undying flame, bold,
You've planted in me the seed of longing, in the endless wasteland,
Through...

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Deathless Aches, Heart's Desires


Thoughts of Heart are as mystical ships that traverse
Ranging amidst the restless ocean ways,
Their crimson prows surging through the sunrise,
Their golden sails adream in evening haze.

Thoughts of broken spirit wander sadly
Unfriendly waters;...

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I.

End-Cut Prime Rib of Beef,  
Crab-cake, Lobster Tail,
Sea Scallops.

I feel — no — need to, 
eat those foods 
you asked I get you. 

So I scour the internet 
for upscale Manhattan 
restaurant menus, listing,...

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Ripples of love attended your birth
Your delicate mass bending space-time itself
A gravity well that I don't want to escape.
This event looms on my horizon,
And encompasses my being like a song
(Draws almost all of me back...

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In the breath of twilight, when the sky lays its veil over silent realms,
I float through the boundless atmosphere, where life takes root and flourishes.
Yet, beyond this tangible sphere, an unseen noetic space unfolds,
A realm...

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Tonight, I want to say something wonderful
For the left-handed people who can adapt
to a world full of left-sided thinkers. The ones

who can navigate with all the specially opposed tools,
like the ones made standard for the...

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“Love is a power so strong, yet if compressed without
 outlet, it is as good as stagnant waters"---by poet


 As we roamed under the star spangled sky, 
Sharing many a trivial thought
I failed to voice...

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The sound of the oboe is an invitation for love.  – My quote.

Listen, my sweet love, can you hear its sound?  
It makes me wish to hug tight and kiss you.  ...

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Grey paintings depicted dipped patched in blue of you
Inscriptions of you settle indelible on my heart, re-surfacing
With bursts of pumping shots of adrenaline, a diverging surging synergy of our emotional life-blood's hall of fame 
A...

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Time goes on and we
are left diverging from each other 
left to our own paths

I am left here all alone
on a street that was once filled with familiar faces
but now it’s filled with foreign lives
I’m...

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Will I live longer than I suppose to be living...possibly a centenary,
and struggle on a cane to sustain my weakness?
Those beautiful and vibrant years have fled to impose fears,
making my presence unattractive and more blowzy,
and...

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Who would stare at a sky
without the constellations?
Its immense void would only be
filled by the gruesome darkness;
and the obscured earth would have no luminous
moon to gaze upon those mountains and seas!


Times past I used to...

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~ Placed First in Constance's 'D' quote Contest~

" (Two roads) diverged in a yellow wood and I choose the
            the one less traveled by...

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My long sleep wasn't disturbed by a Mallard,
no visions of wars but of absolute serenity...
giving this body a vital boost of energy;
flowing was the blood, sound was the mind!

The green-winged Teal seemed too hungry,
and munching...

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   I've been tracing the starry sky with little dots,
       my fingers dancing in diverging paths of knots,
   I long for a curl leading to...

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When the loss of a dear one
makes you cry opening a photo album...
seeing a lovely face that was
the center of your universe,
a sun ever-shining through rainy days
that would make roses bloom:
there are no truths to...

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