Long Intoned Poems

"Peace in the Nowhere"

Ghosts remain in this place
they read their words 
marked each day on walls
like prayers, it gives them
peace in the nowhere

someplace relevant to go

Ghosts commune in this place
disowned long ago or walked
off the...

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On the night before Christmas, alone in my house, 
Sorrow gnawed at my soul, like a ravenous mouse.
Entombed in my blankets, I struggled to sleep,
Ready to snap if I counted more sheep.

I rose at the...

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Long before you were born, long before your great grandfather was born, in the time when magic was approximately eight times more plentiful than it is today, there lived a family in the remote part...

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The tale below was carved one night
upon the stone, by candlelight
...most won’t believe, but some just might
.........most won’t believe, but some just might



            ...

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The Wedding Ceremony of the Dead, Part One, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Les Noces de la Mort by T. Wignesan

Orgy of stone !
I drank hate in your inferior parts
And bathed during a wild summer our...

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Our anti-racism, pro-polyculturing health
anti-egopatriarchy, pro-ecofeminist wealth
anti-homophobic, pro-trans-regenerative
anti-injustice Team, pro-restoring peace Organizers

Meet inside a viciously anti-outdoor
windowless
airless
music-less
museless
left-brain oppressively dominant room,
climate,
atmosphere,
attitude of ungratitude.

Two women I passionately admire,
would warmly accompany within any outdoor sacred space,
are doing their best to...

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See, I've been wallowing in it for far too long
knee deep sunk in it even at times 
eyes too marred by melancholy to see the way out 
even as I gave in to the allure...

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Booby trapped within apartment unit b44

Circa August 18th, 2021
three bajillion years ago to date,
nevertheless I count blessings, 
so please do not hashtag me 
as worse than an ingrate 
or one whose dire financial straits 
attributed...

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It was just another Saturday night,
wasn't with nobody
My pockets were full
and my heart was on call
I was dressed to the nines,
and my hair was laid just fine
when I stepped into the 
Coats-For-Kids charity ball
I made...

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A tale told by trees, rooted
in the things that yearn
far from sight and light of day
deep within the earth…
Wisdom, cautious, heeds -
woe befalls one who disturbs
a tale told by trees.

Long ere innocence was lost,
drinking deep...

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Prayers,
sometimes lightly lyrical,
slyly satirical,
self-conscious,
ego-
and anthro-chosen folk
transcendently 
yet personally
individually woke,
and sometimes full embodied
passions in Praise Him!
shout out

Echo in-
voking round resonance
with all Earth's eternal 
regenerating lively
lovely resilience.

Prayers
express "I feel"
so provoke "I want,
even actively need"
Trust Statements

Or,
prayers are LeftBrain...

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to make 2008 great you need to roll away that stone 
that rock that has closed you off and left you feeling all alone
Jesus had been crucified and then placed in a tomb
and on the...

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“being mistook we burnt the book
thoughts rest, we dwell in our heart’s nest
touched by spirit, our body shook
by God’s light blest as we undressed”


In the live network 
of intricate unassailable design,
invisible layer on imperceptible layer,...

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Lemme titillate thee
regarding myself daily soldiering thru breastworks
read out loud to experience where dangerfield lurks
twenty five years a husband unknown marital perks
bachelorhood to die for, cuz warp and weft
courtesy webbed and wedded bliss
incorporates life threatening...

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the serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St....

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Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting...

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Blood Red Moon

Deep devouring passions bleed now from this solar eclipse 
As black blood flows from an evil army of “undead” beings 
Whose fangs hideously and cruelly pierce the veins of their 
Mesmerized and unsuspecting...

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It happened back in time, quite a long way,
Back in the day, as they today like to say:
An era when most donations to yeshivas**      **Rabbinical academies, often
Didn't require much of...

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Night Route To Take

Another tale to stretch your imagination to its very limits of fantasy..
Found within the magical doorway to the Twilight Zone of mysteries…

A single lady walking her dog in the late hours of...

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Can any here recall my name?
Intoned by plenty years ago,
today I'd say but for a game
they play, not many here may know!

But here I stand and there you sit
and since we're comrades, more or less,
let's...

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** The Soul’s Longing Wish to Write Its poetry **

The poems sleep 
Together in a wreath of curled words, 
Poised awaiting, allied, all set to  affect
Their impact
Summoned
From the depths of a restless wish to...

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In the live network 
of intricate unassailable design,
invisible layer on imperceptible layer, 
the latticed mind is stratified.
On spiritual strata the devout strands
align with the innate awareness,
sublime sagacious patterns 
of pious perception are unified.

Many existential attributes...

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Oh, what a strange feeling, I think I am being ‘watched' ... Oh, over there, there are two eyes! I shall challenge who well whoever it is? ”Hey who are you?”  “Whoo whoo” came...

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In the live network 
of intricate unassailable design,
invisible layer on imperceptible layer, 
the latticed mind is stratified.
On spiritual strata the devout strands
align with the innate awareness,
sublime sagacious patterns 
of pious perception are unified.

Many existential attributes...

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William Sawden

1893-1917

On the southern facade,

Of the Golden Rule Store,

On Greenleaf Avenue to the north,

There is a single window,

On the third floor up.

Behind the white half open curtain, 

Facing south and southwest,

A sixteen year old boy,...

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