Long Full of the moon Poems

Last night I dreamed.

I dream--

sometimes too athletically,
fertile regeneratively,
viral, positive and negatively 
and in-between sub-climax performing 
some wins and some perpetual losses 
more ambiguously back and forth, up and down, in and out,
and not nearly sensual...

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Prisons fester further desecrating guilt by association
as churches
and synagogues
and temples
and mosques
foster sacred innocence through re-association,
communion of the wanna-be saints
and Bodhisattva suffering warriors
for EarthRights Peace and Justice.

When our faith communities
feel like monoculturing monotheistic prisons
of fundamentalism,
then our...

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My beautiful friend
Hey. You daughter of beautiful Zion
Brighter than the city of Jerusalem
Yet I find no pleasure i you
O daughter of Jerusalem
Beautiful than the summer stars

Through the tender nights ahead
Illuminated with candles of life and...

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I already hear the Twittering Trumpers
and Trumpettes
in their unholy locker rooms
reducing the marching evolution of nurturing feminist matriarchs
to another whine,
too gooey,
shrill and screechy,
nagging nanny stroll away from True Patriarchal White Male empowerment.

Never minding Mother's ecological...

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Treason
How could it be
I have left you and you have left astray
I have wondered
where do I belong
WHere is my song
where is the sonnet which flows freely from my veins
I have wanted
I don't know where it...

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Some healers counsel us not to count the cost
of healing deficits

But
successful greenest healers
win by counting costs
yet not worrying too conflicted much
about how we will cooperatively pay them
and when
and over how long a climatic time period
and...

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What might be your perfect way
to awake with joy and gratitude each morning
within this new day
of opportunity and mourning?

For me,
this morning's epiphonic awakening
into Beloved Paradise,
would open my eyes to a full bright winter moon
shining through...

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Coming Out
By Jan Beaumont ©

I may very well start a new diet 
I think it's a good thing to do
Let's face it, I've been a bit naughty
And my figure is showing it too!

The trouble is, which...

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Every word, sentence and paragraph has three main components.  Each one has a beginning, a middle, and an ending.  On All Poetry there are two groups specializing in brevity.  Pure brevity and...

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A child of the moon she was
But quite the troublemaker she also was
Practicing forbidden magicks
While her older sisters did sleep
And what a big bang it was
That sent her into the ether
Shrouded in blue light
She did...

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With day full of sleep, moon falls in the river.
Its beams danced on water with shadows of trees
to a beat of rhythm from wind till it died 
and buried in music of quietness of night....

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We don't see the stars as we once did.
We've lost contact now, 
we live indoors.
We've lost the mythology of stars,
our ancestors once had.
They were glued to the celestial display at night, 
and the stories and...

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~ for Ana ~

I was there many times -
I’d been watching him for years,
(he, black as coal),
almost two decades now,
an extraordinary age for a wolf ...
every full moon, and only then,
he came to the clifftops...

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* this is a challenge poem as set out by Silent One

DEAD DANCE
The chatoyant sky shimmered like abalone
As they gathered around the Infinity Stone.
Calling the spirits of place the master chants,
Ayahuasca the vine sends him...

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But she would not even read it – she knew what lay within—
A red rage toward her country now the fire that was her friend.
Yet just a few days later on a now black Christmas...

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She worships her western horizon
toward rippling river, sparkling, hinting of lightning pasts and futures.

Leonardo is wrong.
This seems unlikely, perhaps judgmental,
harsh,
even so, his God clearly reconstructed in his well-owned glorious image,
universal God of Creative Majestic Architecture.

But,...

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The farmer sent his son to agricultural school for an education,
To see if he could learn anything about an agrarian vocation.
Professors filled his head with ideas about operating a farm.
Such nonsense caused the old man...

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-Nip At The Cauldron-

My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack....

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I am not sorry for my brown skin , a magical mix of honey , gold , and the perfect hue of melanin 

 I am not sorry for my corrupted curls, and I will...

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Go not to were the grogwarts go,
Were the fanged tooth ratgut bites,
were death is rife and life is cheap,
And they practice pagan rites.

A throwback to pre-history,
It is a place of shadows and  mystery, ...

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Go not to were the grogwarts go,
Were the fanged tooth ratgut bites,
were death is rife and life is cheap,
And they practice pagan rites.

A throwback to pre-history,
It is a place of shadows and  mystery, 
It...

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Speak to the Night
Can the night hear us cry?
Can it see the pain we sow?
Night is blind to the world around,
And senseless in its black depth,
But its children listen.

Why I speak to the night I...

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Blended with fragrances
And the joyful carols,
The con games of children
Looking for gifts full of fun.
Kris Kringle’s cock-and-bull 
Make them rosy and lull.

Adorned houses with odorous candles
Christmas tree ornamented with red ribbons and jingles 
Marzipans fruitcakes...

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When a rough day is behind me
And all the tension is still there
When rage is flowing through my veins
And I'm tearing out my hair
 
When the evening sky is as red as blood
And my anger...

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Watcher ...

he wandered the upper
moorland mists -
the highest fells of Scottish countryside -
wrapped in robes of wan, wispy light …
aglow like the full of the moon,
and aback a white Arabian stallion …
he commanded the
brume and...

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