Long Hosted Poems

genius?
sometimes you are in its minimal spotted light...sometimes!
other times you just know you've been touched and you freeze,
moved but frozen...like a stranger it moves in, does its work and leaves.

...maybe it's been a while since...

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I’ve Been So Lucky in Life! (1&2)
(Only Raped 5 Times Metaphorically)

Poem’s Introduction
My poetry has always been about transparency. It’s about letting go of an effort to be liked by others, and allowing others to gravitate...

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So it was that the night transcended peacefully over my head
Taking me through thick clouds,landing me upon parched land
Spilling  tranquil moments into daylight complexity.
So it was that I found myself among a crowd of...

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New Year's Eve 2022

Yours truly riddled with social anxiety,
hence (billy me) he will idle away
December 31st, 2022 
sequestered (with the missus) 
hunkered down in his mancave
while madding crowd  
entertains reckons partition of time 
into...

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Radical conservatives are cooperatively embracing a culture war.
Our battlefield is our ecologically evolving brain.

At stake is what Earth and Earth's hosted tribes become.
Our cooperative vocation is to radically co-arise nondual human development
to fit conservationist moral...

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Tasting Africa (One L****ick at a Time) Part 2
(Though the title's a joke, my limericks are not!)

5. Yet Another World Wonder
Feel like now I am older I need to admit
A Safari to Africa costs quite...

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This poem is written in tribute to 
                           ...

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The table is old and worn
nicks and scratches 
its red plastic tablecloth left over from a forgotten Christmas
its holiday pattern worn and forlorn
many a Thanksgiving dinner was hosted
the plump turkey as dry as yesterday

many wars...

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Back approximately half my life ago
dissociative disorder 
if qualified to self diagnose 
mein kampf psychological state...

I lacked emotions where others concerned.

That refrain replayed itself,
when wife picked up 
(like a broken record), 
where parents left off
before...

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She is                                 ...

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Darkness in Her Dungeon
 
 
 
 
 
No morning no bright sun
 
Just nuns all around
 
To recite bright light
 
For my freedom from
 
Fear and feeling off
 
 
 
 
But I would despise
 
In the outside those eyes
 
A black bundle in swirl
 
A hostile world looming
 
All conspiring...

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*Image of an ivory cocoon extended home provided by Pixabay.

Tender Start, Beautiful End
Poetic Forms: Concrete

First betold,
for here are the I's,
it's not that we're parentless,
merely, multi-births scared dad
from the onset, then afterward,
mom just left us to...

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We started slow and old-growth
yet steady.

The Senior Democrats
and Republicans
and Libertarians
and Independents
hosted a Community Integrity budgeting party.

Party favors were ballots
with options for small,
medium,
large,
and extra large service sectors
beginning with agriculture and permaculture support
and ending with zoning and...

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Ain't it wild the things that have passed?
The things we thought would change,
the things we thought weren't gonna last?

(remember picnics on the park grass?
that was awesome)

Movies with friends, weddings on the sand,
rock and roll concerts...

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I am so lucky that my parents are adventurers
At three we went to Los Palmas and stayed there
until I was five living in a wonderful house with 
a flat roof that hosted our garden and...

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"Extra! Extra! Read all about it!"

Not a crock of ... but bull heave me,
you heard (read) right here from me
the horse's mouth,
who never neigh says,
cuz Trump (unexpectedly)
nixed presidential ambitions...
to pursue lifelong
management job at McDonald's,
nevertheless rival...

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An artist paints until their hand remembers a shape, then a style.
Their work is then remembered for centuries, forever heralded in galleries.

Mistakes shape the character of the one who makes them.
An artist's memory shapes the...

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It's true
Bunking its task
in the blue sky
Golden sunshine
Lies down morose
In sorrow
Laying its head on the tree trunk
Looking pale
It surprises me
As I see it smeared
With ashes of fear
All over its countenance
Will he too be raped and...

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During the surpossium I heard his voice
as if he were talking only to me: she said, 
in a conversation with a group of women.
 You know how it is< everything is centered around
gaining your attention:...

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There dwells another man in my mirror and it’s not me
The obvious differences, between us, I want the people to see.
The man in my mirror  is bitter and sulks all day and night
Have tried...

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The King hosted a feast, 
   as it was his custom, 
to once a year, feed the least
   blessed in his kingdom.
So the ragged came in flocks
   and in...

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A warning breeze bore tale of a familiar and fiery rage;
in the dread of night, a crone hobbled, accursed of her age  
by smoldering orange glow, she took to an ancient black tome 
raptly...

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My sister called, “You must come now, to see him still alive.”
He’d had the dreadful verdict just a week or so before,
my precious younger brother, last remaining one of five.
“You should accept the Hospice care,...

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They say it's a time to slip in the mud, and begin anew.
Kick off the dust of yester ...
      and put on the dress of Yes Sir! and Thank You...

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(Isaiah 50: 4, 5 /  Song of Solomon  /  John 11: 23 – 27  /  Revelation 21: 3, 4)


Out of Cold Shadows On A Highland Moor
Will You Come Walking To...

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