Long Inordinately Poems

Oh, these trees, arms reaching as they
      did then, but even wiser ... perhaps I as
         well have learned another thing-or-two
 ...

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The Spirit of the Valley never dies.
It is called the Mystic Female.
    The Door of the Mystic Female
    Is the root of Heaven and Earth.
 
   ...

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In feminist political analysis,
when not stuck
in all day systemic paralysis,

Every win/win
v win/lose 
v lose/lose energetic trend,
synergetic person,
integral narrative,

Each interdependent development
and apartheid decay,

All seasonal health
and unreasonably greedy
fractured wealth,

Exhales multi-paradigmatic power
non-autocratic,
more neuro-sensory automatic,
and inhales enlightening Ways
for cooperative...

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O Magog,
from the sterile land of Gog,
thou rejoicest over how thy biological idol father
hast devilishly embraced thee

Spiritual mathematics 
offer free radical theorems
of probability analysis

Doth thy Gentile nuclear goggles
allow thee to see
the virtual microbe mushrooming variables
in...

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The story I have to tell- was told long ago to me, 
About the creation of the Potawatomi Nation; 
In the beginning the Creator made Anishabe, 
And the Creator told Anishabe to name all of...

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Time bracketed between

December first nineteen fifty nine and
December first two thousand twenty three
represents sixty six orbitz
one prized Earthling
named Amélie Beth Harris-McGeehan
completed round the sun.

About half her life linkedin
with spousal enrichment,
(while hunkered down livingsocial
in Woodbury, New...

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People said she was ugly,
this simple girl of fifteen springs.
At home she didn’t have a mirror, 
because her parents thought 
her fragile heart would break 
if she saw her face so very ugly. 

She liked...

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This girl of fifteen, people said was ugly.
At home she didn’t have a mirror because
her parents thought she would lose heart 
seeing her face so ugly. She liked to be alone
with herself, often swinging her...

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Dull thud of daylight, I trust you
Boredom, I welcome you
I dare catch my bitter eyes in the mirror
Warm solidity recognizing myself within
I am not happy
But I exist
Have you ever rejected the world?
Refused it, just denied...

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Drifting in my own sweet 
bubble all these years, thinking 
everything is crystal clear, as 
clear as the view from within.. 
all of a sudden, it seemed 
pellucid, tried figuring out what 
was going wrong.....

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Poetry is not dead
Poetry will never die
Poets do not lie
Poetry is naturally well-fed
With vibrant poems every second
Of the day to make the soil more fecund
The brain is alert and strong
Nothing can possibly go wrong
Poetry is...

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Karma, grace, incarnation, 
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.

With compost we extract what we cooperatively invest,
both nature with my nurture,
through Ego's intent
and Earth's...

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Outside, the air has grown inordinately chill.
As the winds fatten into swirling, sweeping gales,
Snow forms into heaps, structured like mounds and hill.
Silent and solitary lie the inert sleeping vales.

Winter days are growing brief and icy...

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A Dog On the Bed

By Elton Camp

Kevin was inordinately fond of his hound
So it was in his bed the canine was found

Even after Kevin got married
Still in the bed the dog tarried

His wife said, “I’m...

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Oh , how I desire universal, racial equality.
Not just forced “liberal” politically imposed. morality.



It must spring from each soul, free as a spring flower.!
Not forced to swallowed, as a lump of  hard coal.



Color does...

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