Long Labelled Poems

The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural...

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NAME: Phil Latio.

QUALIFICATIONS: LLB (Law) PhD (Medicine) & FSC (Federation Starfleet    
                    ...

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Black hole soul


Head shrinking time, got to face up to my fears.
Still writing dark rhymes, like I have been for years.
Past my best yesterday, and I’m not even looking back.
Spent years in black holes; love...

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Hope and…a father is could be 

Against all odds and expectations
so many rules and norms and
clever theories society’s demands
cultures and conventions there is
no magic wand no miracle solution

I throw you high up in the air
and...

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I could be wrong,
we might become righter
with left bipolarity
now left with right tighter
co-arising dipolar.

A distinction more tangible
as bipolar left science didacticals
against Right sacred muse
teasing twittering testicles
while comparing
and contrasting
mutual deplorables

Both Andedness, bi-causal effects
YangLeft natural
with YinRight spirituals,
patriarchal/matriarchal...

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100 fears - but still OK


Will you accept me
When I admit that I am afraid of dying, 
Or inappropriately laughing,
Or suddenly crying.

And then there is the 
Fear of my emotional pain,
Of my rage
When it suddenly...

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Do you know the value of life?
You don't but you do
Deep inside
Who do you think you work for to learn how to walk?
Who do you think you work for when you take good grades in...

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A Poe-M
(The morning
I felt the sun
in the mode of Lip sync,
In feeling in me and my mom)

How are you, my cello sun?
I got a tremendous deal.
Just in need to be blissful,
in the best counseling zeal.

In...

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In her soul she exposes naked memories and lust for life

          A rebel conceived in a flash of pure passion

      ...

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It’s dreadful, a disaster, it’s a terrible calamity
Housewives going frantic for the thing they seek but cannot see
Supermarket workers helping those who shout the most
Try their best to find a jar of spread to spread...

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#1 Apr 21, 2015
I felt nearly dead but I was alive as I remember sitting in a room labelled "CityU of Seattle Library, looking at rows of White Cubes with my books in them and...

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People are all over. 
Some we see, others we barely
Notice. Some we instantly look
Away from, afraid to acknowledge.
I am talking about the beggars
Naturally.
Some try to pretend they
Are not there,
But they are.

Some we revere and admire,...

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people always say to me
you clearly want to better me 
succeeding whilst I fell away 
conforming to normality 

I don't meet or speak to people 
face to face invisible 
but hey, nobody knew anyway 
one...

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We were all born the same at different times,
‘Naked’ and closed eyes to the crime.
So why is she tugging down at her skirt,
In fear that we perceive her clothes as ‘too short’?
Yet wear non-fitted long...

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Our Gran, that’s on my mother’s side, was British born and raised, 
     until the age of ten it seems, then Gran was quite amazed  
to find her mum and...

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CHapter 14 King Ptoleny the 2nd (cont.)

Thus they charted weather systems 
Grey depressions bringing rainclouds,
Towering dark cumulonimbus,
Or the violent storms and cyclones
 
And in turn this processed data,
One or two days’ weather forecast,
Spirited across the...

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No wonder, Jesus was a jewel,                             ...

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Manchester United 1958-3 of 3
by Robert (Bob) Moore © 2015

I heard Jackie, crying, and when I turned around
I saw the body of Roger Byrne, lay across him on the ground
Jackies arm was bleeding bad, so...

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There isn't only ever one 
of someone like me, 
And indeed someone like you, With an inherent awareness of spiritual Freedom, 
There will be and there are millions of untapped potential
qualities in those that love...

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Decorating
 
“But what is real? If you mean those impulses and signals sent by your senses 
and which are then interpreted by your brain. Then the real can be anything 
your mind desires.” 

Morphius. 
The...

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I am whatever you say I am...
but, let's get back to reality...

       Three short years ago, this room shined welcome mats across a screen of doldrums.
A place of unfamiliarity...

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The rising of the seventh moon in an ornamental lampshade is equivalent to a nice round smiley dinner plate that had been recently washed,
Recently washed is neither a rotating wimpy wishing walker and neither is...

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Never ran from a fight, never backed down from a challenge and I don't fear a battle
I've been through too much to fear something I may see on my travels
I'll walk straight into The storm...

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In a moment of magic I once gave her a juicy innocent peach

Not yet knowing that she harboured a sweet nascent dream

In which as a youngster she knew that she would marry the one

Who handed...

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"The Spite Syllabub"



The daughter 
is not 
The mother 

Sylvia’s bees were
left milk, bread and butter

Plath by name
but not 
the daughter’s path

in evolving nature
not the mother
nor the father

Love for art’s sake
Art not for Love’s sake

Amy G....

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