Long Exercised Poems

Blue Hunter's Moon of the Festival of Lights.
And the day of Vengeance of our Holy One to comfort all those who mourn.

Isaiah 61:3-11
I Proclaim the acceptable Generation or Year and Day of Yehoshua also known...

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My husband and I always enjoy visiting
GrandMother Eartha
on Mother's Day

She often shares
last night's dreams,
which too often follow rather disturbing peak experience themes

Because,
you know,
or maybe not because,
how would I know?

Dreams about Her Straight White AlphaMale trauma
were...

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"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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The Republican congressmen,
and I do mean white privileged straight men,
came to their Democratic opposition
concerned about how depressing
December can be,
and all of winter,
come to think and feel
of dark discerning Advent,

So maybe we could stage
a comedic debate
about...

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In our Physics Departments
our most salient awareness
grows
of those nature-spirit entities
most easily seen
and heard
and smelled
as animated and animating,
sometimes more,
sometimes less,
in our daily ritualistic lives
of solids
and liquids
and gases
and plasma
and bilateral neural pathways
of interdependent communication.

In our MetaPhysics Department,
still...

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Dear Sue,

I am remembering our strong negative responses
to the young woman who surreptitiously read
her aunt's very private diary,
filled with vulnerable statements
of the most intimate nature
and transparently lusty spirit,

Yet, though secretive,
then took a bold black marker
and...

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I'm not sure about this
entertainment
divorced from engagement
issue

But,
consider the following
a hypothesis,
a Thought Experiment
in the Indigenous MotherLand
and SacredWaters
of ecowomanist political theory,

Part of my own experience
betrays a rightwing bias
against superficial entertainment

And, by association, self-promoting entertainers
living out shuttered
and too...

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Gott, oh mächtig, Trump iz on the warpath again!

Glad for birth write to express views
aware cunning linguists 
will apply figurative screws  
in an effort at blatant mud slinging ruse
exercised courtesy mail in ballots, 
or...

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Emotional fatigue courtesy exhaustive vituperative harangue...

Lobbed and unleashed upon the heads
of (yours truly and the missus)
so called selfish "monsters."

The evening of Wednesday April 19th
witnessed us (birth parents of our first born)
weathering blistering telephonic brickbats.

She (unnamed...

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We pursue endless climate sabbaths,
I perhaps best and worst of all,
holidays of verdant forests floating within
oceans of atmospheric tides sucking and spewing nutrient flowing matters,
slow-dancing ecopolitical issues reincarnating history
of Earth's love of Time Herself,
rich bubbling...

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When I was a ginger eight
my many cousins and I liked to play
King On The Mountain,
or at least the older and stronger
enjoyed being on top of a grassy mound
as lesser beings formed military alliances
further magnifying...

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Note to Grover Norquist
and others with corporate political non-responsibility persuasions:

When you were 21 you "decided that nobody learned anything about politics after the age of 21."

A few financially well-greased years later, as a professional lobbyist,
you...

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1.

The light of dawn
from the slit of the curtain,
Silence
And the sound of silence.

2.

He opened his eyes. Faint images crossed the sky of his mind, he did not submit to them, took up his body and...

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June 2, 2014 at 7:26pm

 Too much testosterone in our Bologna

too much testosterone-e in our baloney

killed the dignity of our femininity.

Stepped out of my character onto front

lines, armed with cocktails, rocks, and lighters

Mothers, warriors, and...

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How did we get here you ask, well...
Daddy used to preach look both ways before you cross the street 
Because history is known to spend the block
And after I watched Jerome get shot in the...

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When the cows come home to roost,
	or the crows are grazing grass,
It’s time I wrote a rhyme,
	until yesterday returns to pass!
If bats in the belfry stay sleeping,
	until the clock strikes the noon of day,
Tis then...

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JE SUIS CHARLIE — Afterthought

The shock of this most frightening tragedy is practically beyond 
the pale of any reasonable or adequate attempt or effort to explain
it or to rationalize the horrible circumstances surrounding it.

Let me...

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Electorate witnesses wounded beast...
flailing, lurching, and writhing in throes of agony

Trumpets blare acknowledging
crack hunters lucky strike,
i.e. bullseye salvo shot at
innocuous yet brutish
and nasty looking Homo sapien
courtesy elite militia incapacitates,
(yet doth not kill) mortal enemy.

Tis a...

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There are people who believe others should not have as much as they
regrettably, they are many of the same people who employ us. 

They do not understand that sharing has universal urgency
those that share are...

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Shortly after me and mom's showdown is when
I had my one and only out of body experience.I
had been doing dishes one summer Saturday evening as per dads direction.There was a knock at the door.I went...

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a balloon half-filled with helium 
hovers five inches or so below the ceiling of the cafeteria
a few feet away from the time clock &
on a table near the balloon,
a sympathy card bearing the signatures of...

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Puberty set off affright
seeding decades long
     terrestrial space flight
freighted existential blight,
wherefore from that
attempt to live airtight
many scores yesternight
ago, I barely (except

     on par with grateful
  ...

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Why do today what you can put off till tomorrow?

The following extrapolated 
thought thread exercised,
NOT utilized to intimate 
how Fats Domino belied,
and wowed a crowded house ass-sized.

As a former ace procrastinator, I abhor
putting off doing...

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When Pelchag first head of the new prophet
he didn’t give it all that much real thought,
some merchant claimed that on a cliff-top
by a trio of angels he’d been taught

what God desired of his mortal children,
what...

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I wonder what would Jesus say
If He were to walk into the fray
Would He point and accuse
The volatile atmosphere confuse
Would he spend time to malign
Place on forheads, the devil’s sign
Would He just point and then...

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