Long Intricately Poems

 The People with Wings
 It was a huge photograph of an eye – an amazing eye that now drew everyone to Mecca.  It was said to belong to one of the ‘People with...

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What words do we choose for maximizing our ultimate accomplishments,
achieving our healthiest goals,
measuring our 100% successful therapeutic outcome projections?

Why do these words, 
and our feelings about these choices 
wave in and out of optimal happiness...

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Before them lay the bridge.  It was a beautiful arch spanning a small estuary that was bordered on one side by the rock and bolder strewn beach dotted here in there with mostly dying...

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Ecotherapy,
including permaculture design's care of
Self,
Other biosystems,
Earth Whole EcoSystem,
as three faces of Gaia Goddess holonic trinity,
transmillennially emerges an intricately interdependent paradigm--
clinical as natural eco-political cooperation's
Positive Deviance Psychology.

Transmillennial regenerators are learning
to see with new eyes,
hear with bilateral...

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“The songs are casual and careless in a satisfying way, like the used condom your latest lover left lying on your bedroom floor, a souvenir you’re not yet ready to dispose of.” Candy Cotton, Modern...

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The  road  to my hometown was  a  long, and arduous one.
I  loved  the walk ,and the privacy  it  gave  me.
My  mind  was  awash...

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Things can be intimidating within this future of life as we know 
like a luring spiritual souls path intricately lingering
departing its everlasting glow 
Nullifying life’s hardships 
Prospering life’s greatness 
Alluring as my mindset is trying...

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If I can say it,
but not sing it,
or even hum a resonant melody
that feels like it,
then perhaps my greater gift
is silence,
at least for now,
until toxic seeds
ripen into our healthiest
resilient,
harmonious,
fertile wealth.

So, sing to me,
divinely doctrined Missionaries
and...

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A colourful array of falsehoods
Intricately designed disguises 
Fools, fortunes, phantoms
Masks clinging on their faces
 Lives hidden away by an illusory veils
Veils that cannot be removed
Cannot be seen
Secrets tucked away in their eyes
Each a pair of...

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Saturday, Saturday
'Why'd you do this to me'
was my first question, my first reaction
a reflex to point myself the victim
point myself an inquiry I had no response for
I wanted once to see her
to know her face...

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Once upon a silent summer eve, 
as fine vermilion lines, 
between bleeding moonlight, 
swiftly sailed across
  my darkness and I, 
sakura springs sang 
 dulcet melodies of 
  a deathless devotion, 
incised within...

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What the ****,
I'll break your neck if you get at me,
tell me now,
that I can't paint pictures,
when I clearly see that 
old man,
walking like a broken triangle
making a vertex on the ground with his cane,
his...

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(Ps. 39:5 / Ps. 8: 4 / Mark 5: 41 / Matt. 10: 30 / Job 14: 14, 15 /
Lu. 23: 42, 43 / Job 7: 17 / John 6: 40 / Acts 24: 15...

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A New View, Translation of Carlos Bousono’s poem : La nueva mirada

(My own view of Carlos Bousono stems from a full academic year – from the beginning of September 1970 to the end of May-June...

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downsizing was meant to become
a tool for freedom and devotion
yet it remained a passion unfulfilled
crowded in cherished possessions

they call me a hoarder although 
I prefer to be seen as a
distinguished collector
stylish hunter and gatherer
connoisseur of...

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When you were born
I was sure you were 
the most remarkable thing
on the planet
as you grew         I knew it was true
everything    I had experienced...

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I was cursed with ink 
intoxicating blank canvases 
with toxic scribbles,
releasing twisted tales 
of suppressed troubles.
I was a forsaken  ebony rose 
in satan's grasp,
kneeling on ungodly needs
in a gothic fortress 
of woeful odes,
surrounded by...

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I hear their idle chatter and wish that sound was optional.
A box checked in a menu, a simple click and forget.

The rapid dilation of my pupils brings me back.
Back to hypnotic aisles of temptation and...

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She seemed to be like a delicate portrait
   which had fallen from its gilded frame 
Abandoned, lying face down on the cold winter floor
   An elegant portrait once painted
In resplendent hues...

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This world wouldn’t be such a great place to live                                               ...

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When  people comment  
on the style or way 
I write and the words 
I use to express and convey 
my thoughts and views.
I tend to stop and ponder 
my road less traveled ....

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She seemed to be like a portrait...
   which had fallen from its gilded frame
Abandoned...
   Lying face down on the empty, cold wintry floor. 
An elegantly created portrait once painted in striking...

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Daughter of the King

Young woman.....
You are 
First and foremost and always 
A daughter of the King....

Molded and created with 
delicate architecture and 
infused with notes of mystery 
and beauty, 
Fiery passions and gifts that 
slowly...

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S'more sprawling poppycock

Chock·a·block discombobulated poem
for your reading pleasure
dashed off ad hoc
my final literary endeavor before
hour hand affixed
to intricately carved cuckoo clock
displaying carved leaves, birds,
deer heads (Jagdstück design),
other animals, aquatic militia man,

etc feigns firing flintlock
(announcing onset...

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Mardi Gras

Ever since the flames licked 

my fair pink burning flesh,

nothing in my life has remained the same.



I had to go back in to 

save my little brother Chris. 

 Life without him would kill...

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