Long Jism Poems

There is a world of difference
between schism and jism,
but they both end up the same.

Just as patriarchal Roman Catholicism
overpowers living and breathing Christianity,
so too does Capitalism
overpower cooperative capital co-investment,
so too does autocratic rationalism
overpower syncretic enculturing...

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Not too many decades out of college
I finally landed my first full-time job,
as a White House speech writer.

I know,
you would expect
I would not start at the top
and then claw
and grab
and snatch my way to the...

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Jequetha’s Storm


Early one morning, Jequetha, sat listening to naughty by nature lyrics.
She knew that it was a special day, for she saw her sign in the night sky.
She was forlorn by the sounds which she...

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to say that rumor has it
is to say that the World Trade Center
collapsed silently and cleanly like 
oppositely sexed Siamese twins
who discovered they could mate
I had all channels going full bore
aiming at involuntary insemination
with the...

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Inside the water 
where they float or sway in their rusting roots
are horse tackle,
buggies, 
unhinged parts of eighteen wheelers,
a girl on a tricycle, her bones still cycling in the drifting meld
circle squirrel and possum pelts,
The...

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For your sake, this heart that isn't even close to me, I shall make it yours.  
If you come and reside within me, I shall turn that very heart into a temple.  
Weaving...

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Her hormones fled the coop
on scalding tires.

He drifted into her,
working the night-shift
of a traveling fantasy.

Motel maids were her sisters
bars her occupation,
a place to work 
on the aerobics of hope.

Their love
was an unhygienic affair.
Everything spilled out,
much...

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Ye zindagi bhi bekhauf si thi,
Befikr har lamha tha
Na ranjish ka ilm
Na justaju ka zikr
Har khata mukarrar thi
Na koi tasauf,
Na haar jeet ka fikr
Har hasrat mukamal thi
Ye befikri us cigar ki dhuye si kahin kho...

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A thunderstorm passed over, 
gun turrets flash.
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds.

Evening commences to weep -
an aftermath,
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces
yet it washes fright from brows.

As seafaring battles go
it was a...

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A thunderstorm passed over, 
gun turrets flash.
gray hulls rumble and roll
above tumultuous clouds.

Evening commences to weep -
an aftermath,
a damp emotive capsizing
that barely touches upturned faces
yet it splashes fright onto brows.

As seafaring battles go
it was a...

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Do you think that our Heavenly Father wants you to kill
To take another life; is that what some think ? Albeit clear
Why many may feel such this way: given all the darkness spreading
It's wings like...

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Ancient scribes scratch their quills
to a perfectly illiterate God;
so the words sometimes get ugly.

I plug-in my neuronal soul
try to say something not yet uttered,
not a scrambled re-hash,
from a dyslexic troubadour
or blind hurdy-gurdy man.

Let those ten...

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