Long Imaginings Poems

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Sun and traffic - day economy.
Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired
to be angry. Each day a step
toward death. What is being accomplished? The
small satisfactions
within each day. Book consciously read.
And frustrations. Package dropped, honey...

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POTD 30th August 2018 

The gently swaying branches of the old oak should elicit calmness
And yet a sense of foreboding permeates the midnight air
Wild imaginings?  Or did shadows flit across the leaf strewn path?
No...

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I had for long been an arborist, enthusiastically caring for the trees,
Like a grasshopper immersed in a green world, is glad for all he sees.

I had always loved nature, having begun gardening when I was...

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Alfredo always abhorred angry approaches
After an amigo accosted after an argument
And, afterward, Alfredo abstained arguing,

Because blackening bruises betrayed blather
Berniccio blindly behaved better, bravely
Becoming brotherly before blasting bullies!

Carefully commandeering calmer Carlos,
Claiming cool comradeship courageously
Communicated clever candid...

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I was a successful, scientific explorer, traveling to the remote, distant lands,
Bettering noble lives of many, like budding, green spring which understands.

And every day held fruitful discovery, as when the autumn colors are flying,
Or when...

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April 11 3 Am Nightmares

3 am 

The bewitching hour
When the wild things come out
And play

And torture you 
With endless wild accusations
And nightmarish visions

As I toss and turn
Trying to escape

I look over at my wife
And as...

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wish! wish! wish for the sun!

       there, once ...
       in port on Captiva, slumbering
       the bottlenoses sang...

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"...one can never leave home... one carries the shadows, the dreams, the dragons of home under one's skin, at the extreme corners of one's eyes.. " - Maya Angelou, Letter to My Daughter, 2008

Healing all...

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If Keats could have seen through Hubble’s eyes
when the sonnet ‘Bright Star’ he wrote,
meaning its telescope-imaged skies
with those stellar tableaux afloat,

would he have noted ‘aloft it hung’ 
 ‘steadfast’ all night in ‘splendor lone’,
that poet...

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I once was an open book, long ago, when naive.
Before I learned to really look and motives perceive.
But after years of hurting and living life bereaved,
I chose to find my private space…happiness achieve.

Now, as in...

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Blessed ...
   This was a day unlike any other
      The sun arose and stole my breath
         Oh, I have seen...

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I was a zealous, blue patrol officer, preserving the safer public environments,
As black, diamond nights come in sequence, with the glittery enlightenments.

I helped to direct ephemeral traffic, serving justice and enforcing eternal law,
Like moonlit streets...

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When I stare at the empty page,
And it just stares back at me, unimpressed
By my inspirations, my feelings, my prayers,
All the whimsical imaginings, creative
Thoughts, poems and prose
Listening to the music of breathless
Smiles, startling joys, flames
Burning...

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Decorating
 
“But what is real? If you mean those impulses and signals sent by your senses 
and which are then interpreted by your brain. Then the real can be anything 
your mind desires.” 

Morphius. 
The...

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Holy Spirit, dancing fire…
Quiet my heart, blaze through my life
Igniting flames of hope, flames of joy
Flames of exhilaration, flames of grace
Flames of inspiration to fill up my soul
With the amazing wonder that is Your
Spark glowing...

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Breathe the passionate sapphire charms
As moonbeams caress the naked thoughts
Stardust falls on the last whisper of leaves
Fallen to the ground, singing of inspiration 
… and peace

All along the ridges where mountains connect
Are emerald pines in...

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There is a hidden story here,
 wordings in the lines of a book that openly appear
   well-worn images cleared 
along paths and byways out of stagnation,
 birth life experiences out of the shadows...

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There are things I take to the Lord
Little things – sometimes more
Important things, like pain and sorrow
Whispers of insight, melancholy
Darkness and dread, joy’s caress
A longing, a hope, a dream of the best

There are memories, inklings,...

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“Rewind Forward”


Memory mirror 
supple sylph yields
and naked 
walks through liquid glass
towards your dark eyes
to float in black
legs wrapped
rapture drawn deep
unclothed into your arms
bathed bare 
you climb my mountains
pull me in 
your fingers coiled 
tight and...

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My long-winding EcoTherapist began:

Dialectic Behavioral Therapy sees Stimulus/Response
both forward and backward in time,
to look for thoughts and feeling tipping points
toward more harmonic confluence,
resonant and requisite proportional behaviors
and imaginings
of what may be justly and non-violently discerned
for...

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… Death … is being Trapped in Time …
where you no longer exist… or Soul-Climb
Time reverses You… then It Stops
when there is no use for a Body-Clock
and where there’s nothing left to Find
… Death …...

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When a child if gifted with a book it transforms into a key to unlock the mind.  The gate to the secret garden of imagination is pried from its forgiving hinges and the child...

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In my dreams, sitting by the fire, listening
To the sigh of winter’s whispering
Just beyond the window, a mystery
Breathing laughter through the heavens
In stars, shimmering messily, like they
Know what it is to be glowing just beyond
The...

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Where my hopes meet with
My dreams, heartfelt
Joy and brilliant imaginings kiss
Away the doubts, the demons
Who tempt me to listen
To the darkness, the dread, the depression
All the anxious that lives within
Where my skeptic is my biggest...

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