Long Focuses Poems

I began reading Jane Anna Gordon's "Creolizing Political Theory"
from the back toward the front,
as usual,
because if I appreciate where this narrative journey will end,
then I probably will find we start off with similar questions 
of...

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Written 12 December 2023         
Transmutation Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

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Because people have made her promises in the past and they’ve broken them. Because no matter how hard she works or how good of a person she is, she doesn’t believe she is worthy of...

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I am reading my Resilience Systems Manual,
avidly,
like an underfed developer
hoping to strike gold
while laying healthy habitat foundations.

Today I see Community Resilience mention
Tipping Points,
dipolar appositional,
when exceeded 
on a WayTooMuch Yang OverInvested
Western dualistic
nature ain't spirit
so divine couldn't...

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Jimmy Joe McSweeney is a long haired, bearded caveman, who lives in West Virginia…in the hills!
Tales abound from those who claim they’ve actually heard him howl…to finding gruesome remnants of his “kills.”

Some are down right...

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Chorus
Sights are far but our minds are close
two hearts share one inhale with one nose
stage acts are for her even the pose
smiles from down she wishes for a rose
ten out of ten is her loyal...

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She walks in the room with courage swinging in her bag, she looked so cool and had nothing significant to lose, her high heels made her look proud and she weather the storm without a...

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A social status game where you gain from manipulation 
You see everything you give as a losing situation 
You won’t be giving time or attention to someone you feel  doesn’t 
You think they tell...

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All of the images
Sending mixed messages
Massacring the masses
\while we view hindsight through rose-colored glasses
And all the whispers stop
Silence thick as the sound of a pin drops
Moment of silence for all of the victims
The same silence...

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His praises are upon my lips and shall forever be

what He has done for me some will never see.

The breath of life He breathed into me

made me His for all eternity.

Life He created and placed...

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Silver lining sought amidst coronavirus COVID-19 onslaught

Two hundred and forty six plus months
into twenty first century celeb
and anonymous folks alike
gripped courtesy pestilence re: deb
buckle fishtailed, looped, roughed up...
wreaks/wrought havoc across world wide web.

As a secular...

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In Simple words
The devil has no horns
She wears smaug balm, Oh, Lord of the Rings 
She sleeps in El Dorado Street, the Hotels of Svengali
She lives on Babbit lane, and reads Currer Bell
She loves Billy...

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I forget
at times 
how much 
this hurts.

Like a butterfly
whose wings have been
torn apart
I sit here
quivering inside
closing my eyes
as I let waves of pain 
wash over me
knowing that I 
cannot ever
overcome
completely.

The nature of pain
is not to...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray,...

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Her eyes fall upon a vision of heaven as she enters the room, walking a waltz
The empty shell calls out to him, breaking the trance of this angelic creature
Looking up, his attention focuses on the...

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Like the autumn weaves warmth
With hope and grace, 
Inspirations in temptations of laughing scarlet,
Blazing tangerine and glorious gold,
Soothing away the darkness as beautiful
Casts its shadow over my spirit,
A dream reflecting peace that rouses me to...

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Poetry is my photographer's way of taking a picture,
my way of capturing the moments our hearts envelope
and need to express. It's a snap shot
of the before, in between and after seen now...
NOW, RIGHT NOW!...

...What -...

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Trying To Access Mine Excel Lent...
Pow War Full Pointed Outlook

As I ponder what to write
today august thirtieth
      two thousand eighteen,
     thy ploy doth in vite
a gamut...

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Good morning Poison Squirrels,
Today I am going to address your bowel problems

My class groans.
We don’t like to think about them.
We are teens.

Your mouth chews up food, right? Asks Mr. Lee.
Our science teacher is way too...

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the eveNing strayed into the dark evening shade.
   we pick up a drink and sharpen Our knives.
        hold on now, hold on a little longer
 ...

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It was on a Sunday morning in the village where I stay
Out walking with my dog, I heard some pensioners say
Did you hear about the earthquake, it was somewhere in our State
No magnitude has ever...

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in the dark without distraction the wretchedness of
distorted & painful memories wash over our psyche
like a flood of fluid napalm burning the layer skin off
quicker than the ginsu on an onion & the places in...

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Misuse of services by force or labour without payment
To get over this be patient
We’re getting the repayment
No haste, just wait there are rules to follow
Article 23 forbids this so you just swallow
Just cause remuneration is...

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Gerrit Verstraete released his first book of selected poems titled “Mid-Seventies Crisis,” in 
1980 ( Admiral Press, Canada ). “But,” he says, “it’s never too late. It’s not that I stopped 
writing, I just didn’t...

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Great songs
On your day
In your own way
May your day be bright
Filled with special delight
Let your burning candle shine
From your yum cake royally dine
May your family and friends enjoy
Your birthday with a great poetess friend 

Now...

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