Long Equivocal Poems

Gratitude
A co-empathic sense of trust,
awe,
appreciation of echo-resonant
deep-listening resolving life.

Gratitude 
Autumnal taproot harvesting spring-hope,
just as summer's nutritional maturation
unfolds Origin of fertile decomposing mindfulness.

Gratitude
Why Thich Nhat Hanh thinks it important to smile
nutritiously.
Why Positive Deviance works.
Why Positive Psychology...

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I was interviewing ecotherapeutic health workers
and ran into one from the Conceptualist School
of Positive Psychology.

While this sounded quite abstractly wonderful,
I asked her for the elevator version.

"Ceptual" derives from "septum",
a (0)-centric bilateral boundary platform
for "conceptual" as...

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*last winter break*

I woke up abruptly, my chest gripped and tight. My face felt hot but my arms stung as if frostbitten. I gasped for air that wouldn’t come, as if I had a plastic...

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When death had nestled, a lady overwhelmed by sleep,  
Between the chasms of my being, like a butterfly in a cocoon,  
I embraced her to my chest that whispered seraphic tales,  
And...

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I cannot focus on the focal point to equivocal, the pain in my memory, to memorial site. The night smells gunpowder in the middle galaxy to summon the smart, south to Saturn where I rest...

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The Bangladeshi Flood

It is the latest worrying news to hit this troubled nation...
There is a growing bewilderment and fast rising indignation....
Ever since the Home Minister proudly announced to the nation...
Malaysia is in urgent need of...

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The Hawaiianism of Ho'oponopono

A word, astir, in undulating waves surges and awash a clear open black shoreline of Hawaii nei, as it recedes in cycles dashing back...

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Squalidness—Squabbling squeamishly;
Scrutinizing stigmatized scandalization, substantially scarce
Sprightliness...skeptically surrendering
Shamefully—Scolded sardonically;
Snarling splenetically, severing sensibility, scowlingly simmering
Strenuously...sought survival
Sparring—Sinister sisters;
Seductively swiveling soreness, sarcastically snared, swirling
Storms...sporadically striking
Slowly—Sacrificing stories;
Scorching slanderous subversiveness, suffering suffocation
Senselessly...smoldering serendipity
Sinfully—Silent stranger;
Sneaking skillfully staring
Presumptuously—Pursuing pretentiousness;
Promises protruding pithiness,
Potential problems...penetrating
Frantically—Forsaken fantasizes...

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By Vicki Acquah on Thursday, April 18, 2013 
Prince Kennedy & Oladeji Vicki Acquah

Disappeared
We- are gone
diluted into oblivion
we have nothing left but our footprints
The handwriting is no longer on the wall
The noses are broken off...

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Imagine your God's Eye view of Earth
blue-green revolving
around sunlight
under vaporous clouds;
dark shadowed nights
of windblown dynamite white silence
gusting and waning

Disturbed by city lights
and siren screams of inhumane terror.

From here
looking down my nose
breathing in and out, such...

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Love's winged to soar
Above outlooks and mind's decor
And abscond from realism
Of life's spectral prism.

Love comes in just a glimpse
But will desert you in a wing of an eye
Leaving you with myriad driblets of tears
Yet will...

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Love should only ever kindle the present and the future. Not the past…

Primarily, I am second.

For I have placed others on similar platforms
Made of charred cedar and revamped memories

Unintentionally

It is not intent that we embrace,...

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'Tis well known that politicians have a congenital proclivity,
For concocting inane babble with audacious creativity!
The nuances that they spin and the postures they assume,
No doubt leave poor Mister Webster spinning in his tomb!

A very lame...

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What brought me to this sullen shore...
is not sheer curiousity at all,
but an equivocal question too hard to be answered
even by those whose minds are so cultured! 

Pelicans swarm the February's frigid sky over the...

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HAPPINESS IS A DECISION  

I am happy to be alive—or am I?
I embrace each new morning… or do I?
I take in the sun, sky, moon and stars and find myself in awe of their...

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I was a blind woman walking among the dead, but I travel alone now, a swimmer 
in a black sea, unable to continue another futile struggle at the hands of hope's 
humiliation as I make...

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" To be generous without greed,"
is the commitment I make ,
because my satisfaction
comes from making one happy;
I was conceived by a gentle mother
who helped me succeed
in my quest for truth,
not as much seeking riches
or venture...

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You never liked me, although I am not certain why...

Heaven only knows the multitude of attempts that I made to ride those fierce
tidal waves along with you, but just as I smiled, you so very,...

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I see you breathe,
I watch you cry,
I hear you laugh,
Your my mother, mother mine. 

I lie,
We fight, 
I break you down,
Stubborn but fierce,
An heir who's yet to bear your crown.


You're the voice in my head,
Telling...

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Up the wooden hill
where the fir tree spills
rustic autumn and soil,
cries of "The pale one".
All in arms,
pitchforks at the ready.
"Burn the witch! Be gone!"

An equivocal in cloth,
commanding at the front
held holy book aloft,
"A man or...

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Screen of Awareness

Look up!
 From tedium uncertainty - 
  Focus on an impartial pure lens -
Blank screen of nothing shows pulses of the soul,-
Flashing test patterns of unbiased ambivalence
 And the veracity of a...

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I'm extremely visual
On first impressions
Encompassing chemicals
For passive aggression

Not a lick of cynical
Seeing other's position
If actions prove equivocal
I have a defensive intuition

I abide by my rituals
Obsessive compulsive
With a heart quite gullible 
I'll be the first to...

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In the ultimate I ponder and resonates
Sporadic melancholy treading thoughts
Void pneumatic aspirations that perspire in nothingness
The peripheral space spurts erratic waves 
Spewed fantasy and ejaculates conglomeration

Palpitation of erroneous premature baby
That which is not flushed down...

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I cannot sleep, dare not,
for the burdens of another day torment my dreams.
As i drift upon another wave of clouded mindness,
ebbing, slowly upon my bed frame; such solid comfort,
comes a torent of wild believings.
Such fantasies...

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Some have regarded you as a prognosticator.
Others have considered you a prevaricator.
How far into the future can one person see?
Could you really see what was coming in the sixteenth century?

With your poetic passages known as...

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