Long Dried out Poems

"The Crow Bar"

she said,
here I bury my dead,
you can hear them sleeping
somnulent forget-me-nots,
snoring blithely unaware,
in neat rows between 
the thick,
ink injected lines,
their soiled lives
ploughed and 
turned over 
replanted
sunnyside down
expunged and 
wrung out

eventually,
not totally oblivious, 
they...

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LIST POETRY - A FUTURISTIC INTERPRETATION 


You
must know
I cried yesterday 
and I think I broke the world
so I braided some words into twine
planted some sweet and sour coated seeds
I grew free standing expressions and then...

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Like water

I was the river
You were the sea
I dissolved into you
And thought I was free.
Out of the cage I flew
But landed on my knees 
As I tried to flee
The heavy clouds
And storms, of responsibility

Your love...

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if i could,             

                         i'd  wish a magic wand.            

if i could,

     ...

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People are wandering around the town
With their heads pointing to the clouds
People are wandering about the town
Looking like fearful clowns
Nasty men with hard backs 
Are walking about the park 
Harassing the women in the boiling...

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If it's not organic
it's not sexy
and probably not all that amusing
either.

If it's up and down bipolar movement
with arms versus legs,
it's Yang male energy,
and potentially horned up
and/or out-sized survival.

If it's side to side dipolar,
it's Yin synergy,
all...

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HERE

She lay in bed alone at night 
and wonder why she's here
In a world that's so uncool
Where people just don't care

She do so much for everyone 
But her heart's still so sore
Just a little bit...

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They are conflicted haunted images from black and white photos of America 1933, when there was no place left to run. 

It was the hunger of people lined up, scraps of food ladled out, the...

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Ode to Be

I feel different from other people,
Some say I am weird and strange,
This endless striving to be accepted, 
Just leaves me disheartened and drained. 
I haven’t found God in the Bible, 
But your eyes...

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BREAKING THE SILENCE : NO MORE

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Glass shattered a
Saturday afternoon tea ~

Silence holds steady
black fleeced momentum 
for its own ripping
when lightning as whipping 
fire from Heartbeat of
Sun slashes its Void
loudness to tumble...

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Pertinent Compassion

Impertinence
reminds Roshi Susan Murphy,
refers not only to Trumpian rudeness
crudeness
ruthlessness
but also irrelevance
to Earth's Kingdom
at Compassionate Healing Hand.

I was watching "Silence"
of zealous colonizing missionaries
learning therapeutic compassion
by growing more relevant to cultures
languages
indigenous to unwashed aliens
suffering from capital-zealous...

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Perhaps immigration is our big US national anxiety
because we don't know how to unilaterally abort
cancerous growth of matricide.

Too much to even think about
at a merely nationalistic level
of ecocidal unconsciousness.

Earth is our shared sacred home
which has...

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There are some things that you have to do, to make your long-awaited dream come true. The morning with all its glory is listening silently to your body, it watches your heart beat for signs...

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What is the argument in the street that is stirring up the heat?  What is the argument in the street that makes people hissing their teeth? The motion to live or die has been...

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Saturn ! You magnetised with 
enchanting icy rings
promised white gold
endless skates on 
Chrysalis circled cates
said we would go round 
like fairy rings 
said you had so much
Love to give I would never 
go wanting nor...

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Impertinence of Zealotry

Impertinence
reminds Roshi Susan Murphy,
refers not only to Trumpian rudeness,
but also irrelevance
to Earth's Kingdom 
at Compassionate Hand.

I was watching "Silence" last night
about zealous colonizing missionaries
learning creolizing compassion
of growing relevant to cultures
languages
indigenous to unwashed aliens
suffering...

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the cemetery is still this Autumn day
as rain falls like kisses of love on my cheeks
to mingle with my tears . . . 
memories have shook the ocean of my sleep
so, I have come to...

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What is Poetry?

It is a theosophy of thought and commentary;  
transposed euphemisms of life’s temporal moments;
It is an attempt to fractalize single ideas and envelop them
with metaphorical symbols reinterpreted and played with.

It is an...

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This day is hot and bright and  fills my weary eyes,
and while sleep is gone it lies in wait.
The years have gone and the weeds have come. 
The dandelions are hard hot yellow in...

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as a cild it hat often been the box that mattered
          
          it gave shelter and comfort...

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O balked from the tree of his righteousness
Dried out, crushed to bitter pulp, I am bleached
Of his nature, his image sin digest
Till I am a chemical drip, a leached
Embodiment of human reason, just
Paper without special...

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Poor, poor little Christmas tree, why would Charlie Brown pick thee,
From all the others evergreen, dried out and such a prickly pine,
He must have seen something special in you, that no one else could see,
A...

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Sometimes you must lose all you felt you once needed
But all you ever feel is cheated

You can't pull diamonds from the sky
There is no constellation prize

You’ll never be happy, never complete
To you there’s only a...

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How do people do it?
For that matter, how do I pull it off?
Sitting in front of the computer for so many hours,
body compressed into a computer chair.
Feel a whole decade older than I actually am-
aching...

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I Know that I am suppose to be somewhere but not here
I know that I am supposed to be somewhere far away from here
My tears cannot flow and my body cannot grow, my hands are...

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