Long Fluctuating Poems

The laws are not in the management of the soul, but the greatest science fruits are punished with the sounds of the rails that follow the trains of the cows living without breaking the suffering...

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Key CapitalistYang/CreolistYin EcoHistoric Concepts

I find a fuzzy irony in this morning’s early search for a new journal notebook, having filled my last from what had been, five years ago, an inconceivably high pile of empty...

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justice 

What does this vastly misunderstood word mean to you? 

Too what ends? 

May we seek? 

Who(m) may guide us? 

Endless deliberation (spiss spiss spiss)

Debated and glorified by us all 

Beloved; instilled among (a) core...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
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Bitter Wind 

With the winds beginning in the autumn season, the Soul seems to be a leaf falling towards new pain. 
In the heat of the fire flying with the wind, it inhales us with...

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Jaded by a few 
If only you knew...
What it feels like...
To be neglected like a rusty, old bike...
I'd hike a thousand mountains
I'd cry a thousand fountains
Just to see you flourish 
That is my only wish

My...

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Dopo lunghe vicende della vita
Mi ritrovai seduto su un divano       
Con un telecomando fra le dita.
When my life struggles were to their end
I found myself sitting on a sofa
Holding...

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Is it time again
Is this another day again
where I sit up once more
waste my fingers to the bone
to describe my grievance with the Sorceress
named Sarah...
No...not this time
Is it time again
is this another day when
I sit...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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Manchester United 1958-Part 1 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I remember the 6th February, in 1958, 
the day before my 16 birthday, everything was great
I was working at the CIS, an Insurance mob in...

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O raja reigning is the light of all lights
electric rays beaming  oscillating  waves
I embody my spirit in a physical form
I kindly request her divinity to roam
beseeching with contrition
She begins to uncoil  at...

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It is decidedly so,
That I shall go where you go
And in our journeys
I shall never let my love tire
The stars deem it worthy
Your fire is my truest desire

For this is decidedly so
And nobody will quite...

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She is the one to have had no choices at all
Maybe to marry was her will, hers solely
Or maybe it was that of her family
In all, she did choose to bear it all 
For the...

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Have you ever wanted something so bad?
because you know you can't have it
motherhood is something I'm expected to conform to
I never liked to conform, yet I always did 

being a mum was always on my...

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In the silence of my thought, the world slides by - a holy library of signs,
Each book, a life, each page, a destiny woven in time,
We try to read between the endless lines the pathways...

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Strangely, the world – strange
Has transformed from graceful,
With stardust laughing across the plains,
Sunlight silences the darkness, the night
Falling beneath the shadows of light…

As I lift my eyes to see the alterations,
Changes that speak to my...

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This is the bomb! Wait until you 
Here  you will read hear about the 
Tick of tock of tick the clock is 
Gone lawn the mow  now show
The glow a phone it groans....

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DREAMS OF YESTERDAY AND TODAY

Leaves falling during autumns years
they bless my ribbon memories of how it was
childhood shadows brown like withered grass
for now am old and soon shall breathe my last..
I sit quiet to travel...

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Recollections of childhood
when life was simplistic,
brings to memory, days 
filled of toilsome work
and long hours.
Yet in its own way, bestows
feelings of warmth, safety 
and at given times, even
conceived to be glitzy, 
shimmery.

Children, courteous
and respectful
executing daily...

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"My dream, my passion is something like old fashion,

My 'interaction' with 'provocation' in person was fearsome,

I was not really handsome and I didn't had some(to corrupt him),

Author, an accomplished one,

But a minute sound came round...

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the children wait on the shore
eyes fastened to the horizon
behind them stand the women
with a gaze far more serious
all impervious to rain and wind
the hurricane had turned inland
last night it was moving north to Baja
the...

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Am I fitful,
fluctuating, fluid? 
thin compass waver
as I jubilantly weave
lilac tree vignettes 
that weep or chortle,
rainbow figment curtain
rashly wished upon
in grain smudge zephyr
garnet sand raw vehicle 
garden common opal 
transit sidestep
to a multiverse 
of sappy...

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On a monotone Monday,
under grey skies with perpetual rain,
I became a devotee to your magnificence.

A poetic pilgrim wandering upon a path,
which would lead me to your embrace.
Intoxicated with your romantic reflection,
my ink is seduced in...

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a song for lady sovereignty
this is the first thing i remember
 
i was a husky, curled, and waking moon
when i first dreamed this dream
when my blue and yellow inside sea
first saw lady sovereignty
she was a...

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CELEBRATED  HEADACHE.
This  Ota  farmer  recognized  as  
Africans  kobo
Copper  coin  with  a  fluctuating  photo,
You  load  tomorrow’s  volt  into  this
Over...

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