Long Greenest Poems

That color vileness painted on my face
When coming back my duke to me I saw 
His new squeezing inside much more took place.

He heedful stopped as man hearing to draw;
Because his eye could not reach...

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It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.

As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay...

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Alone

For in the end it's just one soul that's passed.
Alone I'll lie in sod of greenest grass
to answer for the sins that I've amassed
at gates of gold I'll see if I may pass.
In to this...

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"Ground Level Entry"

“She fits the bill”,
they say it 
insouciantly

visions of being 
carried in the beak 
of a bilious pelican 

where it builds
its rudimentary nest, 
it uses sticks and debris

no stones, yet,
from irreverence
thrown at it

no higher...

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Under a tree of wet blossoms, shimmering to life in the sun, one honey bee is circling around two burly men, who wave it off,  with childlike dramatics...arms flailing.   One of them,...

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"Birthing the Vortex"



the complexities of a myth
borne from the birth 
of amorphous seat 
in dark matter brain

storming dimensions never seen
merely guessed, intuitive, unblessed
visage of a lost majesty
she’s returning to true self 

all wrapped up in...

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I've never considered myself nosy, I just care about people that's all,
The way gardeners care about roses, when colored leaves start to fall.

But like chaotically spattered sunsets, often things can get confused,
Like the times I...

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In a house high on a hill an old man grows weak, many years have gone, he lays in his old bed,
Back in the day, a dashing young officer with a brilliant red uniform he...

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Holidays with a change in the weather

      It starts with a chill in the air.  January the first day of the first month. A new thought of expectations, a...

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I would like to hear and see
how and why you live,
when and where you prefer to die.

I would like to touch and taste
who and what you think and feel
is your greenest dreamed sanctuary
without imagined ultra-violet...

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What could be good
without growing healthy?

What is your faith community's redemptive
and healing
empowering
and enlightening theology
and/or ecologically regenerative
communion
reunion
religion
reconnection
reweaving
restoring Earth's healthy faith justice,
globally recommunicating peace,
greenest resilient compassion?

Whether your healthy good faith community
communication
communion-invested experience
is in a cathedral
or a town...

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Rise At Dawn's Soft Spoken And Eager Sun's Reprieve

Let forests pure and pristine, live to give great hope
that man can see true Light beyond his darkened scope

Nature gifts us beautiful truths and savage scenes
despite we...

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I was a dedicated, expert arborist, bringing joy and comfort to shady spaces,
As mountains give cool joy to blooms, in butterscotch afternoon's last traces.

A love of trees grew in youth, when climbing our oak, four...

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To the lily moon that 
 never forsakes me~
amidst the cruel constellations 
that left me stranded in 
 a melancholic maze
of rain-kissed memories.
I’ll write this prose for you,
on periwinkle paper
perfumed with geranium grace,
 in rhyme-less...

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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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I was a professional, melodic dance instructor, at the flowery prime of the art,
And I taught its various, elegant styles, sweet joy of valuable living to impart.

The noble old classic styles will never die, like...

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And was it not foretold from the days of my youth
Your lives predicted in an absolute truth.

You, Young Nick, spawn of the Old Nick, do that which you must do.
Do it quickly.
You have put it...

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I was an illustrious, nuclear physicist, and I was studying the strong force,
Holding together building blocks of all atoms, as stars hold to their course.

That force joins roaming quarks, which neutrons and photons are made...

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Thank you to my friend, Robert Lindley, for another joint project, 
every bit as rewarding as any of the rest.

Rise At Dawn's Soft Spoken And Eager Sun's Reprieve
A collaboration with Robert Lindley
6th December 2018

Let forests...

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Run across the fair fields, as fast as you can run, the fields your grandmother ran as a young girl,
Over long lush dark green grasses, whipping your knees, soft spongy turf springs each new step,
To...

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I'm thinking green and waving goodbye to Winter's brown. I'm hearing green like sweet sounds of resurrection. I'm tasting green and digesting its nutrients.           ...

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When in having or showing a seemingly moderate,
most humble estimate of one's great merits,
and importance, free from ones vanity,
egotism, boastfulness, or grateful pretensions.

When free from ostentation or any showy extravagance.
Can you a modest house,
white washed...

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The evening air blows twice as fair
when it is kissing her sweet strands of hair
to glimpse her rosy cheeks, perchance her eyes
any passerby would swoon.

Down the street the lamplights flicker on
a feeble gesture, half in...

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We, savages to our desires,
chained, lips torch,    spew fire.
Our contorted faces, vengeful words, 
secret hiding places,               strike fear.
Prisoners...

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I have a Bentwood Rocker
It's the most cherished thing I own
It is made from the willow branches
of an ancient tree at my grandparent's home.

It embraces me on my back porch
both in the morning and at...

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