Long Hypothesize Poems

New England's late May sun was long up,
and yet her laundry began to unfold
and clip onto the droopy clothesline,
while yet to warm into 8 AM.

She wore a light spring jacket
and need not think long
about why...

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Though no political pundit, nevertheless...

I trumpet the withdrawal
of democratic contender from out the presidential race.

Breaking headline news story
courtesy rumor monger premieres
showcasing emphatic groundswell
against feeble minded incumbent.

Extraordinary turn of current events
immediately enlivens the United States populace
injecting...

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Is also a metaphysics of integral co-relationships,
which would make an even worse title
for drawing you into
our shared land of bicameral consciousness.

Philosophy of scientific method
could also become
Philosophy of Beauty and Humanity,

You never know
this negative bipolarity
could turn...

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Some parents and cooperative school teachers
and classroom and bus aides and drivers
are discussing government regulations
restraining transportation providers
from providing therapeutic touch,
because of an over-compensation
for emotional dysfunction behaviors
leading to appallingly irreverent touch.

Toxic touch critical events
predict long-term non-lifegiving,
non-wellbeing...

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Consonant Like A Vow (el)

Now ma nada twirly (to early) twittering 
condolences to the esprit de corps, qua 
(just recently) late John McCain, and his 
surviving family suddenly damning original 
way word odd did see,...

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So, here's my wind with water thing.

What thing, dear?

My Yang winding theory.

I'm more interested in our
YinWater feeds YangWinds revolving
seeds YinWater
thing.

OK then.
So, here's our windy water thing
I'm proposing to discuss
this morning.

Better.
More inviting.
And that would be....

Take a...

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day and night Blattaria of various shapes and sizes 
scuttle with incandescent 
   after glow as flashing blur rises
to fill every quarter of mine cerebral core, when asleep pries
me lids awake with shell...

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This fool doth not consider himself wise,
writing paltry poetry difficult
to read and/or actualize
methinks perusers of great literature
snub nose how I miserably advertise,

laughable attempt to aerobicise
fifty plus shades of gray matter
lobbying showy words agonize
zing effort perhaps...

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Though this will not be poetic
I'm opting to answer questions before they're asked
And as a courtesy to tradition
I will do so in poetic format

Chlorella is algae which grows just like a weed
Millions of pounds per...

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Winter solstice is approaching. Night advances as
day retreats, aiding my studies, though December
winds and persistent festive music cut, cold and 
careless, to the heart. I am warmed as I think 
of seeing you, and soon.

Winter...

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A healthy domestic economy
for a pathologist
is war elsewhere,
not within,
shipping back remains
to study,
report observations,
analyze
hypothesize
abstracted stories of what needs healing
elsewhere,
but not within.

Terror and mayhem prophets
fervently hope to keep pathology
more academically distant
political, and even economic, power points
anti-ecological
but not...

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I wave my hand and the misery that cramp the space in my vision melts into pastels. The 
sky twinkles with morning stars and the clouds that dot across the horizon seem reachable. 
With a...

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I am the best 
At being stressed
But not depressed
Powerful mind, no "S'' on my chest
I'm mysterious so my personality take a good guess
State your thesis
I'm not alive yet, a fetus
Hypothesize
Strategize
Form a conclusion
To my embodiment illusion
lol
It's...

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With your dad idling in a box stand for huge bucks.
Over time, you're fled with mates, proving plucks.
After all, swiftly, your kids start engaging in sport.
Over the eager mass, they may trap your caring snort.

The...

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(for Lucy)

I
The day you came,
the fence broke
and shattered debris
on vehicles outside the garage.

When the story was told,
the drumming ceased
and the exhilarating jubilation
no sooner,
had become gruesome.

Then,
I could figure
the rue cascading down 
the veins of neighbours
present to...

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Contemplating on putting this pencil away,
And letting my words fade, as a slave trade of emotions,
I fear what is becoming of me; this notion of fame has dulled my voice
My choice of words holds no...

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What’s going on in stellar skies
perchance eludes our earthly eyes
or mortal minds to e’er discern
regardless how we strain and yearn
or hazard to hypothesize.

Do galaxies ‘midst birthing cries
beget their astral enterprise
plus further realms to forge in...

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