Long Enclaves Poems

I don't think it's just me.
I find myself challenged to change LeftBrain cognitive beliefs,
languaged abstractions of personal feelings,
perhaps because it is not possible to change Right Brain's
Elder feelings of co-passionate trust
where dipolar co-arising positive pleasure
is...

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Hiroshima – eighty years since August 6th, 1945

About fourteen and a half years 
before my birth,
yours truly not even a twinkle  
in the eyes of his then 
young father and mother
the former born April...

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PTSD

Like rabbit in the headlight caught
I want to move, i know I ought
But quicksand stuck, I’m petrified 
My body still, arms laid by side
Stretched out on mattress, naked, soaked
From sweat in which my body’s cloaked
My eyes...

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I saw a colonel in shadows arms dealing
I saw a chain of command red faced and reeling

I saw a disaster, the flight of the damned
I saw the wreckage strewn where it had slammed

I saw a...

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Hiroshima – seventy seven years since August 6th, 1945

Given the nuclear weaponry arsenal today
August 6th, 2022, our collective ability
to lay waste major metropolitan areas
would make unleashing atomic warfare
synonymous with the ways and means
to annihilate, decimate,...

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Does it mean we are friends if I mirror your thoughts,
That we like the same jokes or our politics sing
A conventional melody?

Does the ground shake (we stand on) when boundaries slip,
When emotional dams burst, magnetic...

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      Amethyst shades dazzle her mysteriousness
        hiding black secrets in vulnerable mellows
          though recognized...

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Das Don doth debilitate democracy
driving a collateral wedge
deliberately dividing differences
collaborating, collapsing, and collaring
disparity amidst ever
increasing homogenization

extant within contiguous United States
across world wide web for that matter
attested by increased
spike among multiracial
amalgamated enclaves, individuals mixing,
where preponderance of...

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She enclosed a stormy heart and a summer soul
craving her way through the  darkest enclaves
strolling her way through her doubtful fogs
leaving them behind, but did  she know?

This is a wild goose chase,a wild...

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Hiroshima – seventy six years since August 6th, 1945

Once again, I take momentary pause
to contemplate horrific event
regarding unleashing atomic warfare
activating nuclear brinkmanship,
hence time to trot out a poem
written initially some years ago
courtesy yours truly.

Robert Oppenheimer...

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Though I posted the following poem 
(B)efore (C)ovid, a sense 
of glee donned my being 
the notion arose to trumpet anew
said literary handily crafted endeavor.

Not far from here – Perkiomen Valley -
Schwenksville, Pennsylvania
regular folks going...

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We read about the slaughter in a place far overseas,
where the multicultural blending has been there for centuries.
Where church of all denominations have been standing side by side.
Where neighbours have been neighbourly; respect seemed to...

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Psyche soaking wet with devout atheism,
this lifetime skeptic now tenuously
linkedin with Unitarianism
attests, said upbringing proffered,
mine credo, gestalt,

leitmotif, sans abstractionism
eludes elucidation, delineation, clarification...
some readers might
dismiss as absurdism
defying established dogma fixed absolutism

millenniums, would be hashtagged heretical,
and such...

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Hiroshima n Nagasaki – Seventy Five Years Since 1945

Robert Oppenheimer manned 
"The Manhattan Project", 
a top secret World War II mission                   
which constituted "Little Boy" codename 
for a uranium gun-type 
atomic bomb dropped at 0815

exploding 580...

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Seventy Three Years Since 1945
(August 6 and 9 respectively)

Robert Oppenheimer manned 
"The Manhattan Project",
a top secret World War II mission
which constituted "Little Boy" codename 

for a uranium gun-type atomic 
bomb dropped at 0815
exploding 580 metres...

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Upon rising, awakened by 
ripening scent teasing my nose, 
trilling my lips and tongue, – my taste buds opening
to bird-like songs as dawn's light breathes new life
and hope into my journey, so begins
a fresh flutter...

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In a world of paper, colors bright and bold, 
Lives a stamp collector, with stories to be told. 
With albums of wonder, and pages of dreams, 
Each stamp a journey, or so it seems. 
...

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Two hundred forty two
(12.1 score) years ago
countless stripling soldiers
strapping farming homeboys
healthy agrarian lads
raised among generations

in summer re:
offspring original settlers heirs
family acreage encompassed
wide uninterrupted forested swaths
across sprawling vistas
sparsely populated enclaves,

now heavily industrialized
lovely bones occupying
unmarked never known...

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If the day dawns at last that your heart bows to service,
acknowledges, longs to ‘pay forward’ past debts, I’ll praise God.
If you live Life of Grace (shown to people around you),
to mentors, your lovers, to...

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  Rocks and streams from pebbled ruins,
  Makes my feet moan and groan.
  Water rushing,
  Never flushing the dirt from years gone past!
  Hurts my toes as I meander by.
...

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This Sunday,
Before noon,
In my community church,
Wedding bells ring?

Rosemary,
Daughter of our land,
Weds!

Grand invitations
With ancestral R.S.V.P.
To be spoken with flutes,
Dressed in yellow palm fronds.
The invitation cards spread like
Wide fire in the harmattan,
Fluttering with the strength of
Flirting confetti
Between...

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MY LONG LOST FRIEND (NIGERIA)
By Edward Ntebri Egbelo 

Just like snow you left the clouds; withering the earth with enclaves of your shadow
Memories can never escape the glimpse of your far gone character; your smiles...

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Her dreams entangled in twisted ropes
perturbed fate of banished desires
innocence shriveled in raging fires
they haven't known her bubbling hopes.

Her existence exhausted in spiral cobwebs
blazing her world in exploding scars
yet wounded faith reaches soothing stars
in her...

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FATE
See this wonder that enclaves our heart,
The song we sang as the Israelites in need of king.
That Change became our daily slogan.
Yes we need it, oh it must be in earnest.

In their time they called...

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Heritage enclaves of my memory
dissolved away ...
Disappeared the night my freedom died
I woke up the next day,
		my liberty completely necroticized
Seeing my new reality
		     thru dead tyranny zombie eyes
No more freewill;
just a...

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