Long Intrusive Poems

Patterns of phylogenic history
retell our creative creation story
as bicameral restoration
of Earth's nature-spirit ecology,
both Eastern karma
and Western co-redemptive grace.

Spiritual memory experience
of RNA
and later DNA developments
and traumatic extinctions,
positive great transitions
and double-negative traumas;
are exegetical rhythms
and sacred seasoned pattern...

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We have all gotten used to wearing our masks just like we do our bras and panties, now we need get used to wearing a muzzle in case we rub the "Woke" and "Snowflakes" up...

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Splat

Explosions do not always signify combustion but often combustion arrives after many years of layering the layers and tightly packing. Thus meaning that a fried piece of fat could slip and burst out of the...

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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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What about you?
Is there anything you've been working on
for many centuries?

Well, as a son of Father Sun,
I have been moving toward family and tribal justice
within a global climate of peace
as politically integrative  internal empowerment
with...

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1)The Awakening 

I know when fantasies became boundless,
it was the first time I sat on the pier;
Bellowing aqua swells rolled in endless
the ocean’s melody hung in my ear; 

Suddenly the size of a grain of...

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Ever  so  ornamental                       
       ...

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My acquaintance with poetry in general and the simplistic literary brilliance of Robert Frost in particular, came at a relatively early age. My mother would ambivalently imply that I was too young to remember, however...

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And I begin my own steep climb into 
The Chalkland Downs                        ...

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{"I want to be at arm's length of people because I have met you. You reflect on what I believe and disbelieve. 
You introduce me to a sacred hollow shallow cage you call your childhood...

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(a university-life vignette)

It’s Saturday morning at about 9am. I’m in the chemistry lab, a sterile looking room with 12 workstations that are like multi level kitchen islands with sinks and various lab gear. It’s the...

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being right all the time can be very boring ...
  if always right, perhaps you may have little to say
  that's problematic for all-powerful beings, godlike creatures
  the rest of us engage...

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I feel your anxious pivot to create
We flow the same irresolute way,
Often in raging storms
And sometimes in playful gallops
We see ahead 
That path onto the light of laughs
I am in awe of your effort to...

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I am in my newly adopted Green Sanctuary
enjoying our communal celebration
of all things nutritionally healthy

When the ecofeminist facilitator announces
it is now our time to light three candles of hope.

She invites our Greek chorus
to speak these...

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Everyone's great cause
projects them as our future's therapeutic hero.
So all against our health-intending causes
reject us as potential victimizers,
ostracizers,
impeachers,
disenfranchisers,
excommunicators,
criminalizers.

The trick is to see antagonists,
sources of trauma,
as part of protagonist causes you,
resource for therapy,
actively seeking out each...

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Mount Rushmore; Carved in Stone

From deep within the earth’s crust,
An orogeny pushes
The batholith upwards
To become ‘The Shrine of Democracy,’
Of weathered presidential faces
Chiseled in rock in South Dakota;
Representing 150 years of history
(From birth of a nation
To...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir...

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Wilderness trees grow high
The wasteland is all but nigh
It’s getting darker here and I’m becoming more shy
Even my faith has grown somewhat dry

Distress bushes grow on
Like the dusk and the dawn
It’s getting lighter — the...

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My trees are being rampaged by man's cruelty;
doesn't he feel empathy when they crumble down,
to be shipped on barns and trains for huge profits?
And while my darlings don't bleed like he does, they suffer by...

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I remain stuck
and struck
by children to be seen behaving
but preferably not heard
regardless of behavior,

But especially not heard criticizing their WiseElders
or, probably worse, mimicking them;
although some parents,
especially grandparents,
do see mimicry as graceful flattery
and occasionally a disgraceful...

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Through a blurred mirror a person can vaguely see distorted reality, subjectivity with vague silhouettes of truth dancing with fantasy. The world is such a vast place, black and dreary; infinite number of interpretations of...

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Pt.1
     Another dawn, another beginning of filling the hours of the day with despair and mundane longing to forget my troubled past.  Each day my mind is pulverized with agonizing...

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It got worse each time,
But was always intrusive.
Inside and out you would climb.
Until you were fully protrusive.

First time was all hands,
Then you moved down below,
I listened to your demands
I didn't want the bruises to show.

He...

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missing dog, Blackie. Besides the sound of our voices, the hymns playing softly in the 
background, the noise made by the porcelain plates as Mama wiped and put them 
away, the humming of the refrigerator’s...

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Since childhood,
as alexithymia struck my soul.
I kept all my hopes a secret,
hidden in a bucket of unshared dreams.

I kept my soul sweet like marshmallows,
but life has finally caught up with me,
Like a fast car overtaking...

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