Long Improvising Poems

Walk see the mad woman a come
Walk a come she just a come
Listen to how she talk she is not one of us
She sound like an aristocrat and a sensational bureaucrat
The idlers screamed from the...

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ZeroSum Spirit
bicameral begins
playing through Ego-Eco Me.

Nondual trinitarian bilaterality
of a Mother Scaling Tree
forecasting and shadowing
WinWin
healthy branching
and rooting properties.

Spirit consciousness,
DNA with RNA tribal strings
of multicolored cooperative intelligence.

ZeroSpirit
fractal-seasoned
developing psychology
phylogeny
homology
toward
WiseElder WinWin GoldenRulology.

ZeroAnimated
AcclimatingMundi,
full-mooned Boody
multiregenerational cosmos
where ev'rything grows living out
and fades...

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Dunce! You can’t spell cat
Dunce! You can’t spell rat
Dunce! You can’t spell dog
The mad man cries out in the street
Shaming and exposing big men and women.
And shouting expletives upon expletives.

X cloth, Z cloth blue cloth,...

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My parenting totem
was the Hawk
of bicamerally perfect egocentric vision
usually greeted by a loud Yang squawk
and vigorous walk
in the other wrong direction.

My WiseElder totem
is the Turkey,
CoMessiah of CoRedemptive Dying
as notnot loving EarthTribe's future lives.

At eight,
my totem...

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I opened to my internet this morning
to see an icon of a woman
under bannered "News"

And thought it couldn't be important
or it would be a picture
of a white patriarch.

I opened to my weather web
this mourning,
to behold...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had been...
a national concern; regarding the Sun. 
No... 
That was not...

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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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What a city I murmur to myself looking at its map.
We approached the city known as Dis,
with its vast army and its burdened citizens.
At last we reached the moats
dug deep around the dismal city.
What destroys...

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My name is Robert Wilkinson,
I work for the space agency,
monitoring ongoing missions,
ensuring everything runs smoothly.

I know you have many questions,
and I hope I can answer them well,
but some have asked why Professor Johns
recently went and...

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Like all Earth's timeless Muses,
Musicians never die,
we just keep improvising
on resonant themes of fading elder voices.

Apathy, especially about Earth muses,
is not necessarily an inevitable pathological anti-empathic EgoCentrism

Growing cynical about life's authentic opportunities
need not always invite...

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A culture steeped in retribution
becomes blind to freedom's contributions
accessed best through healing restorations,
trust,
virtual stuff
for democracies most resilient.

A society resisting love's innovative brilliance
comic and jazzy improvising resonance
healing ecosystemic egos dissonant
from aquatic wombs of patient advent,

Adventuring winter's...

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King Pleasure bebop jazz singer vocalese hipster/
 a legend he was/
 a master at writing lyrics to solos of jazz instrumentalists such as the lyrics to Charlie Parker's "Parker's Mood"/
 His scat singing was genius...

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// This is my tribute to the many blessings that music brings to our
lives. I know many of you share this enthusiasm and gratitude. //

Appreciating an amazing artform: allegro, andante, or adagio -
Bach, Beethoven, Brahms:...

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The Dilettante Diaries: "Open Door Barefoot"



Open door to closed room
Ceiling smashed
Stars in a very clear sky
Fresh air 
taken into lungs
Risen
from 
the 
Lake of None

Arrival of White Doves

Broken glass, careful where you step 
Barefoot Bleeds Love

(Lovejoy-Burton/October...

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That big house was built in the seventeen century when the faith in God was strong,
it told many stories of men with bruised hands and chiseled faces;
they built it with craft and embellished it with...

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Structural racism lives outside
while personal racists die inside
Choking on polluted air
and water
and soil,
nature and spirit of history's orthodox structures
eliting Big WhiteHouse privilege.

Racist systems
produce racist daddies
and their quasi-property girls
to feed and water toxic prejudice
against lesser non-elites
of...

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YO I JUST WANNA MAKE LOVE TO YOU
IN A VILLA IN CENTRAL PERU
KISSING' YOU LIKE A SCHOOLGIRL WHO CAN'T CONTROL HERSELF
CAN'T IMAGINE MAKING' LOVE IN THE WEST KEY ABORIGINES
MAKING LOVE LIKE THE PORTUGUESE AMORE
TABLE TOPS...

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Like the days of invasive explorers, your plight commenced
You went explosive with yields of unrestrained wealth
Dishing out involuntarily, streams of the inflammable oil and gas
From your natural reservoir, they flowed relentlessly
Filling the insatiable pockets of...

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Why does she know
laying our music down
raises musicality
reality up?

Does she also know
why my lips prefer to sing
in resonant Oh,
Oooooooh...
oozing round O's
and singular Ah's
free of mapping static lyrics

Lines sung
hung
rung right or wrong,
good marching when uniform,
bad when...

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Amaze your mind and stimulate your horizon.
Tonight we forget the real.
We’ll slither through the unknown.
We’ll bite death in the ass.
Then trick our way through the path to hell.
No turning back, we are stuck now.
At night...

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The Legend of Jazz Soup Man, listen close/
 This cat, He’s got the chops, deep, digging, negotiating chord changes, blowing you away with hip to the bone genre bending melodies, Improvising on his tenor horn/he...

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Thankful for each breath we breathe and the moments that take our breath away
Heartfelt and harmonious are the happy moments of traditions and togetherness that lead us to this day
Acknowledging and being appreciative of the...

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I 

First period each morning she meets their languid sighs
Their low moaning at new tasks to be undertaken
She must be upbeat, no matter her personal woes,
In her crisp, clean dress and comfortable walking shoes
She steps...

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Harrowing shifts placating Palestinian patients
Awkwardly healing bones, injuries war caused
Comfort we gave seemed severely insufficient
Soul mates meeting among pain, implausible 

Crutch hobbling boy with copious haphazard grin
Caught both our hearts, we smuggled him chocolate 
You...

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Nobody should be by himself,
feeling the weight of desperation;
such is the fate of mine
struggling to see
my shimmering star...
I try to deny it to myself,
but all I see: 
is the reflection of me!

On those warm days...

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