Long Groupings Poems

Healthy nutrition research
starts with wealth producing past searches,
individual through community co-investments
in good and fragrant meals,
or even harmonic and graceful music with dance performances.

Ingesting healthy passions 
consumes PositivEnergy wealth
for future co-productive system projections.

My evidence for future...

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you were an infant
i would sing a song i created for you

'there's a baby in my arms
there's a baby in the mirror
but honey 
there's not really two
the child in the mirror
is only 
an image 
of...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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Metre in the THIRUKKURAL: Kural 35 of Canto 4, a random example.

alukkaa ravaavekuli yinnaacchon naangku
milukkaa viyanra tharam (unrefined, given in the original state of  
         ...

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So many people always scream
that word ‘diversity,’
as if it’s the only idea
that we should ever see.
Yet more and more the shouting
comes off as childish,
more and more I think they
have a harmful fetish.

To start with they...

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a walker, I.


A walker fancying himself
a hiker, on a walk, self-narrated as
an expedition.

The incline is gentle, consistent,
insistent and yet i insist,
as i am inclined to do,
to think it steeper.
In fact, to think deeper,
about most things.

a...

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If only you knew the satanism
I'm leading telepathicly
something none truly understand
groupings, games, how this list is a rock of dangerousness
into the future of paranoia, power, deception, and tricks
fate 
stop 
something in time

slide slippers
marbles
soap
slide...

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Feather to feather on a branch, this early winter morning,
Are they planning outings for the day or of grave dangers warning?

A predator comes swooping by, a red-tailed hawk in plunder.
As of one mind they fly...

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Oh Contention civil liberties that I so mention 
enduring the cooperating social groups non-functional
 non-binary confused disrupted abused circumstance 
non-existent analytical disagreements freed 
my people in cage my people members 
who have developed organized patterns...

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24 says of obsession to cure us all 
gumming to death on a dagger of toothless bubbles 
meeting with another 
digital spirit guide whom I may never 
fully trust 
sorting out death who is sorting...

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A highway to heaven
They who created him above
Claim to have
Despite their hands
Washed in the blood of all who oppose
Their reverential unchanging dogma

Centuries of blinding
Those that willingly believe
Has embolden those that
Profess to know the
Secrets of life...

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the softness of her osculating,
doth set my mind ablaze!
my blood doth boil, percolating.

my thoughts, do me amaze!
nigh on a half of a century,
perambulated, true loves maze!

finding niches, O yes, aplenty!
culdesacs, joy, momentarily bliss!
her eyes begged,...

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The fake isolation of the island insinuated the fostering of remnants;
remnants of religious fervor, close knit seafaring families, and rugged farmers;
remnants of power past and present.

A fog shrouded canvass awaits the onslaught of August revelry.
And,...

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Our world is comprised of people of varying skin shades,
white, black, red, brown, olive, and yellow, to name a few. 
And no matter our skin color, there are intelligent, stupid,
honest, dishonest, friendly, helpful, evil, and...

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Playing with Forms while Breaking the Norms

Debuncking it
Slam duncking it
Saying “the old is gold”
ain’t nothing but junking it
“new is true blue” is cool a way of funking it
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To argue that there is one better form
is...

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Wash your hands
(to the tune of camp town races by Stephen Foster)

Some guy eats a bloody bat
do dah do dah
All I say is "fancy that"
all the do dah day
keep your distance, give me space
do dah...

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Sands of time, a world sublime
This unforgiving life
Try you may, and though you pray
The pain cuts like a knife

Easier each day, or so they say
Time will heal the saying goes
Tightening rope, losing hope
Despair that no...

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White cars stationary on their roofs blocking rural arteries whilst severing others
Unexpected loss of vertical hold and bodily functions frozen in the failing headlights
Beautiful greenery ablaze, beside the twisted wreckage of man.
A movement shakes away...

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A flannel-washed-out school.
Unsullied nuns in a sullen line.

Again hearing the quacking of ducks
as new brown leathers shoes
stepped and skipped,
though skipping was a serious offense
behind the school fence.

London, eons ago,
a blighted borough 
lost in the scant...

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I have over 400 comic books
with groupings of
Wolverine, Dead Pool, Doctor Strange,
Carnage, Moon Knight, Spider-Man,
Godzilla, Batman, Hellboy, Spawn,
Captain America and Ghost Rider
so who do I select to follow and read the most
yes, it would certainly...

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Gracefully gliding, reaching you in sky,
Chasing all notes on air in sublime rhyme,
With shining leotard, my wish is to fly.

I feel every rhythm from time to time,
The sweet smiles lift every spirit so high, 
My...

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"Running through a mile of wasted compiled vile
 I find myself conflicted sitting in a position
 groaning I'm foul planting a seed of tan and brown
 the snake comes out of me and it flees...

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In the sheltered shadows of dreams,
boundaries, and limitations are nonexistent.
As imagination liquefies the ebony of space,
sleeping spirits swim amongst the stars.
And immersed in a sea of quietude
silence suppresses sounds,
amplifying murmurs and muffled thoughts.
And your muse...

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The end of the world what would that be
the fall of a star, the rise of the sea?
Perhaps, all the better, for other than we,
if mankind was dismissed by Higher decree.

The fall of a star,...

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Crisp grasses reflect ghost-white;
Ethereal shafts of moonlight.
Tenebrous shifting shadows;
Declivity of dolerite rows.
A lonely spirit roams freely — 
A fresh headstone in the lee.

POET'S NOTE
When written in English, sijo may be written in six lines, with...

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