Long Incubators 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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Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising nondual yolk form
with transparent regenerative function,
cosmological purpose, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, 
or a...

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I take a four-fold spin
through Bill Plotkin's wheel
of bilateral identities,
iconic developmental faces,
ironic personalities.


FIRST comes Eastern-born
dawn of human infancy,
Innocent Sage infants
so WiseElder
in our LeftBrain emergent
wrinkling unfolding 
sacred RightBrain ways.

Searching for care giving eyes
to be sure we...

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Self-pardoning rights of predators and pirates
emperors and kings
CEOs and wealthy competitors
follow our over investment
in separating natural land and bodies
from oceanic surfing inside spirits,
yang ecopolitical strength of communal sight
from yin personal flow of sound,
resonant orthodox positive
and
negatively...

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We first GoldenRule regard
each other Ego
as one special natural/spiritual
Left with Right
body/mind
ZeroZone actively balancing case
of co-mentoring WinWin opportunity
to proactively love until we die.

Simultaneously chewing while walking,
RightBrain LoveElders
listen to DNA nurture voices,
watching and feeling and smelling
nutritional golden...

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Which are your points for living
if we all die into cold leaky stink or ash anyway?
What's the point of dying
if we could otherwise live continuously?

Heading down the river
on AAA rite of ritual passage.
Six years since...

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I guess it never was
The way I thought it was
I say this only just because
You never came to love
I guess it wasn't so
Guess that's how the story goes
You didn't dig my flow
You didn't dig my...

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Hey, muppet, how you doin?

It's hard.
All this fear that I'm not doing my best
and that everybody else feels
hell-bent on doing their worst
to thwart my needs as wants right now.

Let's build a new-old story together,
my lovely...

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If you tell me what you need we can  work out a plausible deal, if you tell  me what you want we can solve this historical debacle in an unprecedented miracle.

You have been...

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Voices from the ashes

I
Note that I was murdered to have risen transformed
Note that my flesh and blood was readily made dust
Note that my bones and skeletons got incriminated
Note that my impetuous voice echoe from the...

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Exactly where and when does Ego begin,
my creation story introduction,
preface;
and is there anything in there about a sequel?

Identity of EarthLight co-revolving HeavenlyPower,
autonomic memory unfolding Ego's deep storage capacity,
regeneratively biased in favor of time's continuance,
dipolar dynamics...

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Dear commissar 
My poetry is filled with agitation and grievances.
To have stood amid, betwixt disillusionment and
Displeasure before. This plea seek not immunity 
Nor to pile vanity vines rather seeks progression.

Dear commissar
My poetry is the echo...

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*I conceived and gave birth to you.                            ...

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a voice
has the choice to speak
into the pockets of wind which are parcel carriers
connecting the truth with whispers
heard on a deafening level 
only overshadowed by silence
shaking loose the lies
sleeping in the crevices of the fraying...

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Marching and dancing and singing
in and of and for healthy climates
regenerating wealthy landscapes,
ideally coming together,
like masturbating in pubic,
but subtly, and trans-genderally clothed,
only on the inside as if outside,
cuming together as one new multicultural regenerator march.

Sexy...

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Variations on a Punishing Theme

When people are hungry and at risk of homelessness
despair
chronic depression
and climatic extinction

Is it because their leaders 
and community developers,
learning incubators 
and technical assistance providers,
grantors and lenders,
representatives 
and public sector service providers
absorb...

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Emotionless, the doctor applied tools.
The foetus extracted,
they wheeled her away.
Although she could not move,
and could not relieve herself,
they did not check upon her
until the next day.

The Aerobus arrived
to take her to the
nursery planet,
where she would...

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On the fifth floor of the hospital
I walked to the corridor 
Where on the other side of me
I could see babies in incubators
Sleeping calmly
Covered warmly

The wall was just mid high
Reaching my shoulders
From my left side...

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You try to make them civilized and grown-up,
but the words are infants,
they want to crawl around and yell for a bit.

You know that an eye is upon you.
watching you in that whelping room
where creation rearranges...

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Plane, Train or Automobile - none of us can escape our fate


in these dark and dire times
we find ourselves living
we often fear that the times
are infected with death 

and so we are afraid
deathly afraid
that if...

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There are stretch marks for every delivered line.
Skin keeps strumming until it runs out of sweat,
incipient and membranous they arrive
through a mutual tension. On their own
words  in the woods unseen,
but when pushed through a...

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Mermaids and Mermen are given a choice you see
Whether to lay eggs or have a live birth in the sea.
Each one makes her wishes known in a dream.
It is promptly granted by the Mermaid Wishing...

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Candling an egg isn’t something new
Centuries ago people learned “how to”  
And candlelight was used at its debut
In a dark room, eggs underwent review
The eggs guaranteed infertile to you
All must be candled to prove...

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When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.

Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.

And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning...

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When terror strikes,
fear inside you
makes a hissing sound,
breaks the vessel.
Pain spurts out.

Your limbs swell like sapphires
in a naked suffering.
You were searching the face
of your dead brother on burning ghat.

And then on, it pours.
Babies were burning...

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