Long Honing Poems

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       Xenophobia

Heed the warning
This isn't for the faint of heart
Verbalizing my deepest yearnings 
They're bound to be a bit tart...

Because where I'm from is called the Bible Belt
Where folks...

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NN:
"Gemini, in light of the following assessment of Percy Bysshe's Shelley verbal and/or literary IQ and level of poetic intelligence and giftedness by you (from another conversation), how much higher than 175 IQ is my...

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Our anti-racism, pro-polyculturing health
anti-egopatriarchy, pro-ecofeminist wealth
anti-homophobic, pro-trans-regenerative
anti-injustice Team, pro-restoring peace Organizers

Meet inside a viciously anti-outdoor
windowless
airless
music-less
museless
left-brain oppressively dominant room,
climate,
atmosphere,
attitude of ungratitude.

Two women I passionately admire,
would warmly accompany within any outdoor sacred space,
are doing their best to...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY: LXXIX -  Bang! Bang! Who Shot Me Down like an Un-licensed Dog !

IF ever I had a country, a country certainly 
not subject to the whistle of a...

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I heard the universal sound of aum (pronounced ohm)...
while being quarantined inside our own invisible bubble

Transcendent meditations
while athwart oblate spheroid
allow, enable, and provide
deft capability deciphering
snap, crackle and pop
accepted as mere static
to the untrained ear.

Each inaudible...

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A piece of waiting clay adapts
To a sculptor's finite stroke,
Infants heads were shaped by hands
Of older thinking folk.

Eight times a molder in his chair,
A newborn child held near.
Tiny heads-so softly stroked,
By my father's hands so...

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with a cat lying on my lap
a sough whispers in the trees 
as a summer day begins fading
the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting
a musical for ears yet to come into existence
evaporating the din...

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There were no gold medals to pin
and no starters gun to begin
but for sure we were out to win
               the Baptism...

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Oft Bold The Thoughts, When Pen Strikes Paper

Oft bold the thoughts, when pen strikes paper
even should ones shovel meet dark coals.
Shrouds removed, to smell new rising vapors
or challenge poets tired and resting souls!

Sought, shimmering pools...

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~ diligent prayer brings hope ... ~ 
~ new faith ... modesty worked ~
~ brings answers answers found ~
~~ within, through searching- ~~
true satisfaction achieved, ~~
~~ ponders contently ... ~~
all...

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From strange elixir of mind 
a form walks in forming strange lines, 
in a poem of a chant of a spell, 
encantrain echoes it's well.
Where roses bloom, 
dead and spirits recite their bleed 
of encantation-...

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Professional spiritual developers
are sometimes called clergy
and not farmers
or fishermen
or organic gardeners.

Professional nature-spirit Rescuers
of Earth's outdoor-indoor
healthy secular with wealthy sacred
discovery
are sometimes called body-mind co-facilitators.

Occasionally ZeroZen Zone
Red YangEgo
with Green YinEco-facilitators
of DNA with RNA
past through long-term future
WinWin solidarity,
polypathic...

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Atheistic beneficent credo,
dogmatically evokes fundamental
gnostic humanistic invocations,
joyously kickstarting literary

métier, native oeuvre
pulsating quintessentially,
rudimentary schema
traversing utilitarian vectors,
winsomely xing yore zen.
*     *     *     *  ...

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And O Life safe art thou, nor yet secure, 
Those averse to danger can scarce shun it, 
It better be braved, let streets be unlit,  
No success walks in on its own for sure....

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Masses forming classes boarding:
Corral Gates of slaughter, hauling, sorting- human beings-aborting
our innocent(sons and daughters)
Bishops Queens and Cannon Fodder-
their crop of sheep sacrifice to image of the Beast 
es cargo for the Elite Machine; of
Underground in...

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I love how twilight transforms
My curtains currently are an art work
Of light, shade and mystery
Where the growing light creeps in
Producing patterns and pictures
Giving places unnoticed previously
The limelight, a moment in time
Imperfections add character
Ever changing as...

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5/9/22

Let me change my toning
Skills mastered and others still honing
I am not droning
People to this day passed away from a stoning
Continually condoning
With no cease to cloning
It's become often and corroding
Occasionally exploding
All the while a struggle...

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Not for the contest

No more do I despair 
writing for contests with an off the wall theme
Those that want me to create a nightmare
from what was once a beautiful dream.

No more do I care
about Marvel...

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brothers we be, brother we be free


brothers we be
brother we be free
me and lil bro would have these sword fights
yelling fight to our deaths
yelling to the victor gets Kristina the neighbor's daughter
we were young
about ten
drawing...

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I can only imagine how n'ice e-z floe...

Tubby in the calving throes
breaking free and clear 
shepherding, milking, and honing 
rambunctious as bovine bris
versus being stymied courtesy 
cow - wordly bull aiming writer's block
for drought of...

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Might help explain how fruit
full this harmless poetic brute,
(a Methacton School of hard knocks
grad), who sports astute
demeanor with ample
brew netted locks,
vaguely androgynously cute,

his trademark signature hirsute
unstyled wavy hair
tell tale characteristic,
not that I care if anyone
gives...

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A living organism accustomed to existing alive…adapted, acclimatized.
Breathing bodies, beautifully behaving as created, before being theorized.
Corporeal creatures controlled by character traits, occasionally compromised.
Divergent life forms delicately merged into a “Web of Life”, perfectly devised. ...

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I relish sparring repartee of clever quips...

Particularly, when voicing and/or
writing bon mots doth betake
chuckling clownlike me 
rumbled stilled skin,
and e'en rouses 
this mummified corpse
(asleep for bajillion years) 
among sleepers awake,
where mine inside belly 
doth pleasantly...

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My mind was once tranquil lavender...
an equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter
depending upon the issue at hand-
Recently its blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to...

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Poems from the heart I encounter with blissful delight
Offering vicarious insights in this welcoming global poetry site
Exposing myriad realities expressed in artistic might 
Taking my empathy prowess to the next level of sensitivity-height
Reviving my poetic...

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