Long Enumerated Poems

And still his death haunts webbed wide world post American Civil War

Preface: On the evening of April 14, 1865, while attending a special performance of the comedy, "Our American Cousin," President Abraham Lincoln was shot.

President...

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Ford's Theater, April 15th, 1865...
Petersen House, Washington, D.C.

I admit to own a passion
for the Civil War in general,
and the life and death of
the sixteenth president in particular
between a hard spot of whiskey
and draughts of arrack;
nonetheless...

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Ah... the glory of a restful sleep

Nothing beats the refreshing
blissful peaceful easy feeling
resulting from shut-eye after
feeling zonked out staying up
late after a hard day's night
binge reading or slaving o'er
crafting an umpteenth brilliant
masterpiece a comment from
modest...

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Already an apology is due,
which is only better
than one already overdue,

Yes, I know cannabis
is a place of multiple
and diversely celebrated
subcultures,

And, yes, I realize chaos
and complexity may be civilly sipped
and thirstily gulped
from diverse alcohol
subcultures,
pedigrees,
castes of enumerated...

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What to gladly sing
about our global economic politics
and socially inept monoculturing predation?
divinely self-righteous 
missionary terrorist zeal
also known as religious
colonization.

Such global
and national
and local PatriarchalCapitalist
RightWing unhealthy issues

Seem to have started
sometime after we stopped
singing and dancing 
together

And before...

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Kenneth Cloke
historically outlines the widening and deepening
and merging and submerging
of elite/non-elite
publicized/privatized ego/eco-politicians.

Earth's perennial health/pathology contests
lie between LeftYang domination
over-powering RightYin suppression;

Slowly at matriarchal pre-historic first,
then, now, much more quickly
and Western invasively,

From slave-owner v slave,
to kleptocratic aristocracy...

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Petersen House, Washington, D.C.  

(i admit to own a passion for the Civil War in general, 
and the life and death of 
the sixteenth president in particular).

between a hard spot of whiskey 
 ...

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Said Liberal Left
to Conserving Integral Right,
I'm not sure why
yet you still treat win/win progressive cooperative opportunities
as if hiding a covert coven risk
of loose
wild
loser LeftWing evil conspiring ecofeminists
struggling within a strictly secular political agenda box
of anti-white...

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Poverty: 
Unusually limited access
to health,
nutritional poetry,
liturgical dance,
and positive-restorative energy resources--

The four WealthFaces of liberal love.

Poverty of Health derives from
and heads toward:
Win/Lose survival pressures,
crisis,
abscessed longing for peace revolutions,
NowTimed therapeutic resolutions,
HereSpaced restorations of democratic access
to healthy non-institutions.

Health/Pathology...

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Relax, count my breath up to 4
Recall how Jesus chilled on His cross
Pinned like a cool butterfly
Hung like a shroud on the line
The crown of thorns felt fine
The nails betwixt ulna and radius divine
He didn't...

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(Of poetry, I open up the book
Turn past pages of contents and title 
Enter upon the plank and set sail, then...)

I am swept away by the writer's winds, further and further
Through seconds on the clock,...

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WinLose or WinWin
---------------------
       LoseLose

+/- or +/+
------------
     -/-

Yang/NotYin or Yang/Yin
--------------------------
      NotYang/NotYin

When prime appositional interrelationship
equals cosmic oppositionally centered dipolar intra-relationship
Then notnot denominators...

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L . I . F . E (Live Indelibly For Eternity)

Life a guessing game
To the game player,
Mischief to the hater,
Foreknown script
To the game changer,
A bed filled with roses
Enumerated by the silver-spooned
But dark, bleak and horrible
To...

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these are only musings, musing
on her and the grace she moved with 
and I wonder did it come with age, 
a self-assured wisdom after the growing ache of a man looking through her 
 ...

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i guess it depends on the resonance the amplification
when i sang in the bedroom my father shrieked
put a sock in it and i remember reaching for
the pants drawer to find a pair, but i once...

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Land of Milk & Honey. 
The president has banned the verb “work,” there are no job seekers 
or unemployed people, but those who administrate the state are on
duty. Since all is mechanized, digitalized and robotozied...

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I always  explored the desert of love
When your image, reflected my mind,
My curiosity was in the air above
Because loving you is one of a kind

I'm so happy in the blue memorable days
that angels brought...

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I am a mythological being.
I did not obtain any distinction during the Vedic period.
Benevolence is my trait.
A supernatural being is my faith.
What Am I?

Juxtaposed I stand.
I must maintain my realm.
I am often warring to my...

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Ours has never been a fortuitous friendship,
For God ordained that it should be.
While absent, you were akin to a sonar blip,
That God knew I couldn't hear or see.

But on a blustery day at His command,
From...

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Other source of supernatural knowledge is the Bible
In the words of the Council of Trent
Which enumerated the books of the Bible under their proper titles
The Church declares that she receives

All the books of the Testaments
Old...

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For those we've met in life we've had some say,
Not why God introduced them there.
But whether we'd embrace, or back away,
Or permit leaving, trusting God for their care.

Between this separation and re-entry,
Passed a span of...

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Jesus The Candle
He is to the Father
As sunlight is to the sun
The Light
Which enlightens everyone
He is the risen Son
With unlimited candle power
So be ready, He comes
At we know not what hour
Of books He wrote none
He...

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Ours is not a friendship sired by accident.
and though the misplaced days
I enumerated as grains of sand,
Apart, we both were as sonar blips without detection,
But then from a heart's depth,
A letter, a call, an e-mail,...

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O! My sweet-heart come on now, 
To be hugged in the ring of my arms, 
For as soon as the sun descends, 
My waiting eyes begin to count, 
The stars in the darkening sky, 
And...

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