Long Improvisations Poems

Transparently robust private/public healers,
servants,
ego/ecotherapists,
investigate, with appreciation,
cooperative health insurance
for people,
healthy homes,
resilient transportation,
and cooperative tree and plant and children and elderly nursing
preserved through winter kitchens
and solar-fueled composting centers.

Health insurance assurance,
transubstantiating health/wealth reassurance,
investing in cooperatively-owned and eco-managing
therapeutic non-violent...

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In pursuing nature's selfish tendencies
to conspire against us,
hapless proletariats,
with growing winds
and floods
and fires
and pollution
and waste 
and death of entire species
and loss of formerly healthy ecosystems
and subclimates of wealthier ways and means,

We discover, with Dawkins, a...

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What did you do
once you knew?
We have competition
and cooperation cultures
in dynamic tension

What did you cooperatively do
once you knew?
Green ecosystemic student teachers
asked our healthiest remaining grandparents

How did you consecrate cooperative ownership
and mutually managed
robust water systems?
Aquamarine baptismal...

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VOICE OF PEACE

Why oh why is our streets desolate?  
Different sounds of stray guns 
replacing the jubilant noise of children,
turning our borders into theaters of war.
We walk with the wrong conviction, 
obviously the blame...

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He was a cowboy problem child
rescued by a mendicant sage brush sorcerer
resulting in his remembering everything
flawlessly insolently permanantly
birth death life things in space have a beer
owner of his own head at last
thanks to whiskey tainted...

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Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim and the...

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If you look at life it is an entanglement of garter snakes
Heaps piled together without realising where to start
All of a sudden a head peeps and slithers out smoothly
Problems of life are magnanimously overbearing
The thought...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show to begin. 
The house lights dim...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show to begin. 
The house lights dim...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show to begin. 
The house lights dim...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club slowly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim...

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Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club quickly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim and the...

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...a prose poem


Glasses tinkle and there's a steady murmur of 
conversation as the club quickly fills to near capacity. 
He sits nursing his vodka tonic, waiting for the show 
to begin. 

The house lights dim...

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There are concerts in the sky
playing cosmically on high—

be they grouping in formation 
or harmonious creation,

fashioned synesthetically,
astro-energetically,

with conclusion or collusion,
stellar scenes in grand profusion,

gravitationally steady, 
starry outbursts brilliant, heady,

like orchestral symphony
from the brass and tympani,

viols,...

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I am tied to royalty
the way oceans
are fastened to
 moon fluctuations

the way our skin
absorbs sun's radiation
with mathematical 
efficiency
producing Nubian 
improvisations

from translucent tans
and honey hued browns
to shades of ink 
that rivaled midnight
when we opened our eyes...

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Thinking of  Emily and Saxaphone Beauty



 Such a little thing living at her father’s  house

 but her words,, such words mispelled though they be

 Did she suffer pain and was her brain 

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Golden Crown


          Fingers maneuver as a vanishing sun radiates her solar majesty

          Heartfelt improvisations momentarily suspended adverse...

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The tastes of spring jostle
my taste buds to awaken.
To stand up,
Get poked out on tongue.
Then to flick and lick, from the very tip of my tongue.
Savoring the tantalizing, titillating, tit-bit tastes,
that spring in season, rendered...

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When the music stopped for Dad
And Shorty McCormick’s Jazz Band
Played their last gig, his drum set
Was retired to our dank basement

His traps resided in an extra large
Black cardboard suitcase and soon
My brothers and I commenced...

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First and last, Mom's embryonic parasite,
phylogenic tumor
with built in obsolescence.

Then, a moment between exodus from symbiotic womb
into Earth's promised Eden,
forested trees for GoodLife and of prior EvilDeath,
and then time to exhale again
one last self-regenerating timeless
fertile...

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Alabaster moon
prodigal with pearlescent promises,
extravagant assurances,
pretends to symbolize
jazzy moon-in-June romance
for young lovers.
Gibbous guitarist plucks out honeyed
heart-string progressions;
passion-fueling improvisations
entwine as two hearts syncopate
to soul-stirring rhythms.
Feeling the beat, tapping those feet
jitterbugging hips sway in sync
towards the dark...

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