Long Inflections Poems

FOUR TENETS OF CREATIVITY


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INTRODUCTION


This short  eBook encompasses my experiences of the creative in both art and poetry in particular.The content of each of the four...

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Verse 1: Quiet times…I haunt and taunt for no reason
Fighting times…without any reason, faced with treason
Do you know where I stand?
I have no idea and I fall to my knees
Please, don’t take me back to...

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The Truth Of This Magnitude”

Obstinate defiance from an indignant child 
Consummate reliance on the spirit of the Wild 

Intricate compositions of meticulous art 
A syndicate of derision that is waiting to depart 

The honorary commemoration...

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The forest had enjoyed a magical transformation.
Dusk had ushered in the firefly brigade.
They lit up the pond area like tiny LED lights.
I could see they were excitedly motioning to the faeries.
Although I do not speak...

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I never told anyone how my ears reverberate in a silent room.
The whirring drone ever present, a conquistador of my private spaces.
This is my cohabitation with an industrial generator.
But I’ve graduated from the torment. 
My...

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From mouth to ear across a lifetime lived,
traveling strings tying lives together thread on thread. 
Every one word building lifetimes; 
bonded mud of bricks to house 
our broken bags of trailing flesh.
We will hold each...

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My heart repeatedly pushes redemption,                              ...

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The night air with owls cry invitation of canopies of writers to write the 
Days using the night pen jolting candle to the candidates aspiring to arson 
night. The pans and pots exchanging strong actions...

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PolyTheistic birds chirp
and caw inviting
attracting
co-investing
warmly co-operative round 0 sounds

Resounds of monotheistic predative 1 scares
staring songs of YangStrong polarity
rigid
unbending
turgid
urgent need
want
passion

PolyTheistic remanding
ecofeminist systemic 
matriarchal flow,
exflowation
extroversion
exhalation

Inhaling information
implantation
enlightening pregnant seeds 
of co-passions' wisdom

Sun-splayed overlaid
empowering crusty eggs
born of GrandMother Moon...

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ladies of the night 
are dressed in finest lace 
while hiding in the shadows 
where they never leave a trace 
on barren - broken - bastard streets 
these ladies have no face 
with tarnished tassels...

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“Well now,
I’ve enough dirty knickers to be washin’,
That’s why I never got married”.

Now listen to them talk
For it’s hard not to.
He never got married 
or any of that other nonsense
That people bother with.
This friendly meeting...

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Altogether unprofitable sentimental but no fool they call him an old sap 		        The taste of knowledge to him is sweet to get more valuable than sap to...

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Though the crease begins to crumble
These old pages still run blue
Currents pulse beneath the surface
Pen-leaked ink that bled your truths
Pen-spun words that writhe like veins
Under skin and paper skies
Cold to touch, crept through your core
Settled...

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I love to write
about souls beaten in abodes hidden 
and the intense pain within
I choose to write
even when words injure everything
We exist in stages,
Some as innocent as children spinning intently
in a contrived whirlwind
Others testing the...

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Behind the theaters' locked doors
                              ...

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wolf at the door he must flee                            ...

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Listening to a poem recited
in your head as you read it 
can become a monotonal drone,
lacking verve, color, context and texture.
So much better to hear it read aloud to you
especially by the author themselves
who can...

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I was one in a large selection
The two of us made a connection
I admit I had a predilection 
You and I started out as perfection
Everyday filled with affection
Then came all the little corrections
After your voice...

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We're blessed with gifts of words that sing a song,
     their melody through ears flows to the soul.
Through reading come the thoughts in silent ways;
     but spoken...

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And in mortal men

we often find, in the end,

we are our own mortality.

In that we drive the spitfire beast of ambition into the sun

to dance among stars

with the reins in our hands like firey wings

and...

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Do you think that our ancestral cave people had dreams of cars?
Did their hearts leap a bit when they stared up at stars?
Would the brightest of the bright envision their family flying in the air?
Can...

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Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.

Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb –
To your glib...

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Make love to me with
your poem, your poetry.
Flow slowly do not rush it.
not so fast.
Let your words last.
Stroke me slowly
Put your back into it.
Caress my totality
Draw me into your world
let me succumb -to your glib...

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I readily admit I am a country bumpkin
But I am no buffoon
I am in this to build others up
To help others win
To raise up my neighbors and my friends

We hear about the coastal towns
Both east...

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The world is spinning
and you refuse to fall off.

Yesterday,
you stabbed a crooked finger
into my hidden diary
criticized my Fascist inflections -
debated my scribblings
on Marxism,
noted the notations
indicating Munchausen by Proxy
and then 

choked and lamented
upon vague references I...

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