Long Improvisation Poems

Dream-worker 
delves deeply into my dream;

vibrations fondle anticipation
foreplay wakes wide-eyed 
swells of liquid libido quake the rendezvous edge -
a primordial being in his prime
a masculine ego quest for affaire d’amour;
her night-loving body 
c h a...

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I am a right-brain prominent writer
which must not be confused with
a prominent left-brain writer,
which I am almost decidedly not
nor would I aspire
toward such all or nothing thinking
and not at all both/and feeling.

Like most writers,
I feel...

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THE SHUNS OF LIFE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


This poor bloated woman, after nine months of inflamation
Dropped me off at the maternity ward, a brand new creation
She ejected me without a second thought or hesitation
Unburdening her of guilt...

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We were sitting in our 60+ sharing circle
on a rainy Tuesday afternoon,
grey and raw and dreary,
listlessly speaking of the need to downsize,
to transition to a more manageable
more safe
more audible habitat.

And wanting to hang onto our...

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My LeftBrain is busy reading a book
on what Systems Theory
and thinking
and experience find encouraging
for WinWin social change,
where no losers are allowed to fail
at thriving away from WinLose capital stuckness
in everyday mundane egocentrism,

But,
at the same time
my...

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The glossy lamp-posts,
like the tremulous stars and awakening stars,
light up one by one with a click;
and with incredible manifestation
they announce a spectacular sunset
to impatient and eager lovers...
lost in profound contemplation,
feeling the urge of improvisation!
Serenity descends...

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From the time we spent in vain
There was alot I did not gain 
From the breath of mornings kiss
To the taste of evenings bliss
Cast a shadow of formless waste
Hollow shell. A basket case
Numbing touch I've...

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Therewithal, profluent life ettles it's while.
Thitherward, from Death's bleak campanile
Grim antiphonals serenade.

A capriccio, the slashing swipe of the reaper's scythe
 will serenade.
Stringent Death forthwith anoints the mithridate to
Life's cantankerous and rankling ado

Hither now come, anon...

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In a room bubbling exuberance
and a gaiety crowd dancing to beats
we sit across each other ten feet apart,
his whispering pulses become audacious
every second approaching my heart
and I shiver as they unravel my layers,
intimate desires beneath...

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Protective Lyricism for the Ages Part One

In awe of Bob Dylan’s poetic creations 
The war of the villains eccentric provocations 
The score of penicillin for preventative medications 
The law of premonitions filled with the Holiest vibrations 

Refusal to compromise...

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not a biography
certainly not an
autobiography
but an audio
biography

here i am with her
dancing though
i don't dance
but my ears
do due to
her words 

play me
pluck me
like a harp
a note's
worth a 
letter so
a chord 
   forms
  ...

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Admirable Almights all I ask appreciatively allow me to attain, 
be beyond bourgeois breeding ballads for the brain. 
Create colloquialisms that cast competently into chimeras, 
directing dramatists with doubtful determinations to 
delightful dactylic discriptions. 
Edible...

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One day we were surfing for something to watch on TV when purely by happenstance
we found on PBS “Astrid and Raphaëlle’ a detective show…from France.

Astrid, who works in Criminal Records, is Autistic with a photographic...

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The Enigmatic Middle C
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It's been said that
God gives his hardest battles
To his strongest soldiers.
Those who endure
The seemingly impossible
And unimaginable
Continue to faithfully fight
To the bitter end.
A warrior's valor tested
Time and time again
Ends in the same result.
Like an eternal flame
The...

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On Wells Street in Chicago, is a sweet comedic treat.
Second City Theater for laughs and where many found their beginnings on plain stage, their life's heartbeat.

No "Phantom of the Opera" no lines, no costumes, no...

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THE PRANKER AND THE PRANKEE

Pranking might be a game to a pranker
But an unpremeditated shocker.
The prank might become costly 
Cos when you presumed it'll be funny,
the fun becomes a life breaker.
The prank cost a life...

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Oh, Marianna Grazia...
was my friendly neighbor,
a lovely lady in her eighties!
She became a widow when her
husband died of a brain tumor,
he was a sailor of many oceans;
how evident was the sadness
of Marianna Grazia!


She had a...

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shared a strange reality made from footsteps
the land of spirit being open to improvisation
with existence a fountain of plenty for all
too much meaning too much of the time
is it not true to the self of...

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I'm filled with anticipation, in a new location of accomodation. There cannot always be acceleration or innovation, some times you just need relaxation and rotation. So take note of this notation, my medication; we don't...

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IMAGINE THIS
When I was young,in summer sun
the excitement of life,just begun,
hours seemed like days, and days
by brooklets,still,we lazed;
When I was young,in poverty
simple pleasures were had ,for free
improvisation was our key,
for sport,fishing or climbing tree;
books and...

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To the delight of the sky,
                     in its little place to abide.
   ...

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Sensational Olivia bought an old violin
with the money, she collected in bustling Berlin;
ooh, do-re-mi-fa! Ooh, so-la-ti-do!
Olivia has an amazing talent,
she dances in perfect circles in the crowded square;
boys wink at her with intent
while she plays...

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A poet looks intently at our world through a visible but very delicate lens/
Does all of the wishes that they aspire come true ?
Well ! It all depends ?
Yet through those delicate eyes we derive...

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