Long Gravitas Poems

My evolving definition of Tough Love:

Messages sent by someone with political-economic power over you,
sent by an authoritative administrator of future positive 
and/or negative 
resources,
intending some version of
"my way or the highway,
Win-Lose strategic communication.

MyWay v. LoserWay...

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It's not that I mistrust you,
though sometimes I feel I must distrust
either me or you.

I ambivalently choose both.

So yes, of course, this is about your behaviors
in trust-relationship with mine,
aggressive and impulsive.
Behaviors of addiction
to a child's...

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I rediscover organic errors
hidden in co-gravitating
love language.

Gravity is easily noticed
as Apple falling toward Earth;
less visibly co-scienced,
experientially remembered,
as co-gravitational
co-relational intent

As Apple's ego-gravity core
falls drawn toward sacred Earth's
Mothering womb
smothering tomb
once more
returning toward deeply divine
anthrosupremely verbal
overpowering EarthTribe's co-operating...

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Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an...

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Laws of co-gravitation
are more like mutual invitations
originating with NewBorn memories
wombed by MotherEarth's DNA
WinWin empty Reed of Paradise potential.

Vocational streams of gaming wealth
held in healthy mindbodies
WinWin revering
and LoseLose fearing
co-incarnate journeys toward ever more healthy integrity
and wealth-cooperative...

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A cold and calculating problem
I see
is finding resonantly warm motivation
for resilient employment
by following mere capital short-term acquisition norms
for sacred vocational gravitas,
and maybe a smidge of gratitude--
where "smidge" is warmly defined
as the opposite of cold hegemony.

Back...

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"The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" 

When the crime 
was committed,
the writing 
was already on the wall,

no one listened. 
It climbed insidiously
out through the cracks
like a friendly tarantula.

that sad poet 
I read today,
she writes 
of...

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Was never sure whether or not to laugh, smile or cry when
auntie came to tea, a matriarch she, wearing white gloves
plus purple cardigan - seven buttons tidy, top one below chin,
and a black beret perched precariously...

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This free verse was written from an agnostic point of view 
so may appear biased, against organised religions
I assure you this is not my intention, and it is simply a poem 
For the record, I...

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Rivers of bluesy-greyscale river 
flow through her understoried gaze,
sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still,
even for her Elder memory stream
with sluggish circulating economy
surrounded by surface-molding
way overly-competitive political
bicameral imbalance and equivocation,
or some days it just feels that way...

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Carte blanche, 
this scribe bandies, exercises, 
and indulges inexplicable gravitas 
drooling, extolling, and fielding greatness, 
frothing handily, indubitably jinxed, 
linkedin as some lingual philanderer, 
which oral intercourse, 

this sensate being suckles 
figuratively das bosom 
sans...

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What goes into 
caucus and committee
and what comes out 
      of caucus and committee

what dialogue travels 
the halls of Congress
and what dialogue is absent 
     ...

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How come many mothers forgot that breastmilk is STILL,
And ALWAYS will be BEST, for babies suckling lips???

What’s next then?

The twinkling of a star turning into cliché,
Repeated only in nursery rhymes?

Memories of long walks drowned by...

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Spring, the mischievous libertine,
Has twitched from the chrysalis of dull realities,
Sneaking, slyly, among norms and tasteless thoughts,
A live torch in the old auditoriums where science quivers with emotion.
With the gesture of a diva, she shatters...

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Every once in a while, especially on holidays, I find myself wandering through my memory museum - rattling doors and fishing through those virtual hallways. That’s where I found ‘Father Lucas,’ last night, back from...

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Immeasurable maturation profoundly
transformed thy Shana Punim
within whose corporeal femininity
gravitas resonates and doth hum
whose unbelievable transition, now
follows the beat of her own drum

approximately four years ago,
thee second and youngest born
daughter didst squawk and crow
aforementioned fledging eagerly,
instinctively,...

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Personally above and beyond all

I hate and despise in this world

Is misappropriation of certain

What used to be meaningful words 

Critically descriptive important essential

That have been devalued demeaned

To such a lesser degree they bare no relation

To...

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Levity and gravity

The weight of gravity and lightness of levity complement nicely
Like a seesaw or ying and yang they are balanced precisely
Levity may add the touch of light relief in a minuscule dose
But too much...

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A new friend is a gift one can keep or reject,
how you feel doesn’t matter, a gift is a gift!
If a friend can’t get earned, can one be just desserts?
If you want to be friends...

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Wood sapped Energy succudancing up gnarling roots
grasping trees of life
erupt to full parasitic bloom
within millennial Great Transition
blaring autumnal winnowing of karmic stamina.

Fire brings full-flaming confidence
derived from summer's thirsty rain of seed-
recessing roots
plunging and emerging
rich deep...

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Invited into Her circle
of five points,one for each
of the qualities She crystallizes,
truth as fire, earth as nourishment,
body in water, lights in air, and ether as love,
in Her center a sacred thought having origin in primal...

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She flows subtly yet inevitably
in part because of her omnipresence,
profoundly radical ubiquity.

Co-gravitation pulling oceans of water
toward moons of dry fossiled spacetime--
who knows and yet cannot quite grasp
what intuitions She would conjoin?

And yet each wave of...

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My eyes are neutral
Observing the horizon
Morning may never come
The birds may never chirp
My song may never be heard

If that sun never rises
It'll be because I didn't make it
I'm tired of everything
Though I have no reason...

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when the desperation
of the current state of
social disintegration
rotting in the belly of
the empire & spreading
throughout the world
without relenting, but
with a demanding force
to suck out every last
drop of life before
the drained corpse 
becomes annihilated by
fire or...

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And blondes whistle (mightily)
Groove and rhythm supplied
By their accidental guardians
Feigning lock-down on these
Rancid, insipid rugged shores
It's what's expected
The triumphant stasis
The settling down of
Benign expectations
Mixed coarsely with the
Vinegar-garnished
Toxic waves disguised as hope
Fame and glamor
The settling in...

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