Long Insomniacs Poems

Imitation! Creative Compliment, Lacking in Originality, or Plagiarism? 

This week takes me back to college days. I was taking a graduate course (as a Physics major)   in 'Modern Poets' at the University of...

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Language,
linguistic evolution,
dynamic verbs, relational events
function through co-arising root systems,
nouns for actor and reactor,
co-arising preactive Ego-faith perpetuating,
dipolar reiterating
seasonal-sequential eco-health
regeneratively prime relational.

Systems are dynamic ecoverb phases,
to function systematically, reasonably, with pattern, is why "system"
ecosystemologically includes biosystemologic,
polyculturally polymorphic...

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He sung all the day, all the night of the fourth,
Endlessly, relentlessly, angrily and passionately
Deafening my ears in the wet sugar of his words
In an eternity of hours,
Slowly and dopily, darkness billowed away
Sifting along to...

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Dawn Forever Rising

It starts

Street lights fade
their tiny soft-winged tenants flee
checkerboard facades change
last night's illumined squares now dark
become but yesterday's portals
some polished
some weather streaked
all reaching to reflect first breath

Steam ascends from the city's vacuum
gratings rattle with...

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Maybe Tomorrow Night?
                        by Odin Roark

Early last night
thinking got heavy.

Uncomfortable feelings crept...

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Maybe Tomorrow Night?
                        by Odin Roark

Early last night
thinking got heavy.

Uncomfortable feelings crept...

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From across the world
And against all odds
Their prayers were heard
By a Love-struck God.

He heard each's mirrored plea
For someone who brings out the best in me
A caring heart to fill my aching abyss
With passionate lips and...

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I live between tonight and tomorrow.. 
I dance upon the valley that separates adulthood from recklessness. 
I find myself in the city lights, 
caught between my mother's nightmares and my freedom. 
My mistakes stay in...

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On an early morning walk of coffee and salt
under a sullen sky filled with the tridents of wings,
I add my footprints beside a blowsy sea (praised be 
Poseidon,) that accepts the given of a northeast...

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There are people with this condition
And many people are not aware
This is not mental sub division 
Join me and show you care

They suffer from sleepless nights
But they are not insomniacs 
They remember flight or fight
Join...

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Truck Stop Time

The frozen wind cracks its whip
And slits my darkened lips
One on top of the other, dry.
The warm blood hardens scabs crusty on my 
Four o’clock shadow
Four o’clock a week ago.

Eyes half open
Two thirds...

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In a house by a highway by a railroad 
Eyes open to a self-set sleep-destroying buzzer 
That waking mind impudently pretends 
To ignore. 
Penetrating the window barrier 
The air conducts a heavy diesel lullaby. 

Over...

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Some people have a short attention span,
others have long-term capability
So for the sake of some of you,
I'll get straight to the point
As for the others,
I'll give a more lengthy point of view

I write short poems
for...

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-Nip At The Cauldron-

My mind full, like the moon outside. My brethren say; '’Sleep well, worthy adversary.’’ As he ventured forth unto his domain, for a final nip of the cauldron before hitting the sack....

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Sleep's suspended awareness as nothingness reigns.
It's when bedding is mussed and disheveled is hair.
It's a welcome escape, anesthetic for pains,
And a physical must--time for rest and repair.

Sleep's a snooze or repose, nodding off, or a...

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Ideas instantly infest imaginations
& it  could lead to inqueries
From imbusiles with iffy intelligence
There indecision will never get em
In position to be anything more
Than inconsistent, if that
Still irritated with my own irresponsibility
As an individual I...

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This is the good ship Dreamtime
And she sets sail every night
Weighing anchor for her cruise
With the fading of the light.
Her passengers are all dreaming
That they are all still awake
Suffering from insomnia and waiting
For the arrival...

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Sounds that aren't there
Rattling inside my exhausted brain
Tossing turning
Thinking about yesterday
Tomorrow 
Things that will probably never happen
Heart is racing
I try to breath through my nose
Like a freight train it comes out my mouth
Please God calm...

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I might have seen,
(not on a movie or television screen),
but had looked where the mind flickers
when I am not there 
      to block the view.

In that place, where my dreams
see...

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A god's dream is existence
In the hearts of these amnesic men 
Most are insomniacs.
Lackadaisical,
whose survival
would always be undermined.
Then we colonize
Make them walk on their feet.
Blinded by their ego,
we neo-colonize
And I think, they still need to...

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In the depth of darkness sounds, words, just words of meaningless consequence
Never was there a line so cold, so still, overflowing with too much to hold
Elegant lies weaved into one, the crash comes soon as...

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At 3am you become your own philosopher, categorizing
the different genres of humans and wondering
if you fall even remotely close to anyone on the spectrum.
You debate with yourself the meaning of life, again,
and then regret everything...

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Click clack

The mind of a braniac
Riddled with ritalin

Taste that don't waste that
Glass of wine
Escape time
Space out now pace back

Pen never sleeps
Psychoanalyze insomniacs

Click clack

The mind of a scaredy cat
Feared the present so
Regressed to the past

Try closing...

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Bernstein Visits
                  by Odin Roark

Bernstein-infused reverie
Unexpected connections
Dissonance merging
Like Central Park
Pathways disappearing
Reappearing
Amidst boulder and street lamp
An urban forest
Accenting imagination's...

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The split level blinks
	at Chestnut End under 
	twilight's tremble, ripping me, 
	the oily menhaden bait,
	from the under boot

The Chestnut dwellers bold
interrogative flushes him down 
then plunges-up the flotsam 
village scrawler

	the way you talk
	to a blooming...

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