Long Embody Poems

I’m on my way, I’ve got to go
(the reasons why you’ll never know),
whisked away in winter’s winds, your sleeping sighs remind me.
And I’ll ramble where I please,
sometimes slipping to my knees,
phantom memories a’ chasing close...

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La Charte des Droits de l’Homme pour les Aborigènes - Translation of Oodgeroo Noonuccal's Aboriginal Charter of Rights by T. Wignesan


Nous avons besoin de l’espoir, pas de racisme,
La fraternité, pas d’ostracisme
Du progrès pour les Noirs,...

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Perfect love is perfection,
it is rare,
if such love exists at all
it must thrive beyond boundaries of my own experience
either receiving,
or giving.

Could this perfection of synergetic harmony and confluence
we have grown to love as love itself
become...

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As darkness absorbed in my reveries, my usual lapse accommodated itself in height of melancholy but not in this conscience. Then I found myself in my room and my window opened. Everything in upheaval, a...

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1) Preamble

As breath’s created, sustained and destroyed,
we see trika, threefold aspect at play
through life, where we are by ego decoyed,
until we choose to make love our mainstay.
Beyond religions, scriptures and folklore,
let’s explore the direct path...

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I.
You can always tell by the eyes
When they’re starting to go
You’ll fall for a few of their lies
Before you begin to know
And you will just defy it
(But they know you will never go)

They’ll glide through...

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In my home I laid asleep in my bed, resting from all my writing and works. When again a spirit called forth to me, seeker of souls he who writes for the father and our...

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Vanished

the wild magic of this place;

this wilderness I now roam alone
as its lifeblood seeps 
into 
Afterlife

..my mournful howls
across time and distance
go unanswered -
Oh, how I long to join again
in my brethren’s song..

fading sunlight falls in...

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I, heart on sleeve ... proudly? I suppose, in a contrite way ...
          but it's beyond my breadth to control, so it is what it IS.
...

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My Math Teacher said:
I know how to teach you about 1
but can't guide you into comprehending None--0

A more sacredly co-arising binomial relationship,
less traveled bipartisan path
to know Zero rises positive toward full future
and suppresses negative
degenerating back
reversing...

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PERCEPTUAL CONSCIOUSNESS

Is it a perceived danger in the scent of night 
air that triggers a message to my brain of 
reminiscent horrors or is there imminent danger?

Is there an underlying reality perceived by itself or...

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Antiestablishmentarian inherent malevolent violence
wracks human species, a most brutish and nasty beast
case in point Vladimir Putin the population 
constituting country of Ukraine he fleeced.

An embittered nihilistic teenager
grown haggard and old,
hence not surprisingly yours truly
crafts pseudo...

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——-Whispers———-
——-My angel, my love, held in this dangled glove——


Concupisscent, 
he deals in facts, got him stuck in my brain
Attacked and dressed to kill, 
commanding campaign
Hot blooded never ceased, 
leaves me within emotional chains 
has me...

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Written: March 05, 2024 For Edward Ebeh Contest
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Oh, Hermes, during historical eras of reign,
Greek...

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You, my love, are the very masterpiece,
That my poetic pen has ever yearned to create.
Through the ink of my heart’s deep well,
The words flow and dance upon the page,
Giving life to the emotions that bind...

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"The Superlunary Heart" 

in dreams
we meet
the you 
in me 
the you
I am.

upon awaking,
we remember -

although, it is 
fair to say, some forget,
what the message 
or intent was, in it all,
whom it was, where we were
when...

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They say the eyes are supposed to be the windows to the soul.
That thought often makes me shutter 
because they can become blinded by small, flip folding
white lies created by a stranger and it allows...

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Age five. A child wakes to play drifting away into her imaginary state of mind. Feeling better than fine as she's blinded by fantasy skies too dazed behind those glimmering eyes of hope to see...

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Fairytales, 2012
V. Ortiz Vazquez


A vast void
Nothing like the Alice in Wonderland hole
Where a fall reveals mystical creatures
An adventurous journey to find one’s self
Whishes bounce between hollow walls
Descending into nothingness
Nothing like Aladdin’s life
Where his every whim...

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Swimming in the deep depths of tales
A place where writers sometimes go 
In urgent need to find themselves
To envision again the writing flow

A place  where words swim like fish
Many are like sirens that sing...

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Having experienced the Almighty’s goodness 
to our dear Motherland ---
I envision her as constantly enjoying freedom bliss
vis-à-vis accountable responsibility-exercise 
among people diligently led by government officials
exemplifying servant-leadership
as they earnestly seek the Sovereign’s guidance
in their endeavour...

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*Note:  A 60-year annual tradition that involved a mysterious visitor leaving three 
roses at the grave of writer Edgar Allan Poe on the anniversary of his birthday 
ended in January 2010.  Curators of...

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Humans not meant to dwell in caves
Drowned out,
No inherited inhabitants 
Mother black bear's in rage

suckling on the land of mass construction
Dry and toxic is it's tit
Oh no more!
No natural function 

Seduced seducing men mock
Abyssal in...

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Bottle of tears is my first version of this poetic legacy series
Skeleton of tears is which the venerated versatility carries.
This might be called as a sequel of alacrity or prolongation
But best before this is a...

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Not that you asked,
or ever would feel free to inquire,
yet perhaps you grow ready to listen
to a voice inviting exit
from your,
and our,
long loneliness,
self-contempt,
isolation so shelled-over,
so embedded,
you are sure we are each and all
unredeemably alone

In our...

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