Long Fulcrum Poems

 The People with Wings
 It was a huge photograph of an eye – an amazing eye that now drew everyone to Mecca.  It was said to belong to one of the ‘People with...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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Emerging from a fulcrum deep within,
arises a humming, magnetic pull,
which in each moment does afresh begin,
drenching us with bliss, making heart feel full.
Rapture ignition, thus in renewal,
becomes the new norm, just like our heartbeat,
love’s elixir...

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Too much to know, I just don't know it
As I fumble around, just a humble poet 
Frustrated as I watch unfurl a show
I just don't know it, too much to know

Answers are near, in the...

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An ordinary young man in his twenties
Working by day, alone by night
Routine lulls him to feel forever serene

Never a new dream or fantasy
Living an obligation
Making his parents proud yet nothing causes him to become too...

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Teeter totter

This is my voice, writing from within too without
For a long time, I wasn't listening to my soul.
I was wearing shoes to protect 
From the stones and the mud and the bugs in the...

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“To Edward Young”
by Friedrich Gottlieb Klopstock
translation by Michael R. Burch

Die, aged prophet: your crowning work your fulcrum;
now tears of joy
tremble on angel-lids
as heaven extends its welcome.

Why linger here? Have you not already built, great Mover,
a...

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Can we awake from the madness, 
that divides this world in two,
can we set free our ‘rightness’
to a different point of view?

Free-will as a gift has been given 
as a sacred God-given right,
to all of...

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From every birth to every death
Underneath the sky
Every day in moments of music and tears
Every week month and year
Opaque and clear
The constant continuum
Containing millions of shades
From blades of love-grass
To mass of pain and scum
In between
The...

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Let me not delve deep on what panned out thence, 
The gloom of nights deepened still further dense, 
And there was time I felt a puny pawn, 
My wanderings meandered when till dawn— 
A pawn...

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Beginning with what it is not
Being certainly not transience we can slot

Calling a spade a spade
Love not an exchange or trade
‘I love you provided you reciprocate’
‘If your look is not endearing, my love will abate’

Moving...

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EULOGY TO MRS (Ph.D) ALIHAJA, AMINAT OLABOOPO                            ...

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The front rank hold stong,
from where does come the strength?
pushing forward, one step, another,
Keep pushing you red.
Swords, spears, axes, striking home,
black with enemy blood,
All weapons must be fed,
let Evil blood flow.
Yet blood shall still flow...

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'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought
my hand would write to describe the despair
that's wound its way deep inside my heart.
Honestly, I'm only the catalyst of my own life,
the taproot that strengthens my mindset,
my cornerstone,...

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Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
     albeit beastie boy 
     figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,

countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she...

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As deepening silence and stillness become our fulcrum
We cognise an energy grid dividing form vertically 
We flow with awareness at the pivot of the pendulum 
Whilst witnessing the meridian coming to life magically!

Our attention now...

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This life

Rituals we’re asked to follow
Seem to separate man from man
Something’s wrong, it seems so shallow
Sun shines upon all with elan

So we went to temple and mosque
Sikh gurudwara and the church
Favours from God, all in...

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Straight rows of soft chairs, larval eyes stare blank
Absorbed by glowing colors on the wall
Their jaws slack, fetid whiff, unwashed and dank
Arrested minds the blue screen does enthrall

Their horticulture, growing docile strains
Indulge the twisted whims...

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Kimmy Mai has my 'heart' in her pocket, (1)
Does not need either ring or a locket,
Love like beer, always loan, (2)
Less fun drinking alone,
And a blast when you're riding a rocket!

Kimmy Mai "owns the market"...

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The Passing of the Lord, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s La Mort du Seigneur by T. Wignesan

Lord ! I’m unable to think of your passing without crying
I count the flogging blows I rain upon you
And despair...

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By a mysterious twinkle in an all perceiving eye
A form energetic gentle breathing
The grand consummation of design
Ignited by universal dreaming
	
Enchanted stars into their life giving
The dance conceptual
The ballet between
Principals masculine and feminine

These consorts of the...

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It’s not just Jesus who rose into grace with scars from nails and the cross

Trees grow new branches from knots like wounded soul’s blemish’s scars

A rainforest’s undergrowth thrives in the mist of weeping from heaven

Ebony...

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Having now learned all answers lie within
Experience the world as if a small child
Surrender to faith, and then begin again
Envision new life; let your heart run wild

Experience the world as if a small child
Dissolve first...

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Pre-puberty years
Playful innocence 
Warm ready embrace
Quarrels, aberrations 
Rapidly erased
An uncluttered mind
Open, forgiving heart
Reborn each morn anew

Growing up, ego manifests
Taught to be street smart 
Testosterone levels high
Feral instincts prevail
In the game of one-upmanship 
Need to win...

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we are here
why would we negate
so we do accept this reality 
taking our stuporous aliveness
within decaying organic form
as the point of reference
with which we begin
Ramana’s inquiry
who am I

looking back at our life
we notice our values...

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