Long Laborers Poems

In passionate psychology,
powers of proactive compassion
are generally thought of in personal
and familial
interdependently relational
perspectives.

In political science,
large-scale powers for proactive compassion
resist reactive competition to merely overpower the opposition,
preferring pro-active energy for liberal love
constrains against investments in conserving...

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The boss aka Bruce Springsteen and the E Street band

Bruce Frederick Joseph Springsteen 
born at Monmouth Medical Center 
in Long Branch, New Jersey, 
on September 23, 1949. 

His nationalities include hodgepodge 
of Dutch, Irish, and...

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My false reality is a normal man,
owned by financial security, slave to
the essentials and more, much 
more.
My desired existence is that of an 
artist,
a wordsmith, a bard, a writer with 
potential
beyond measure and degrading 
limitations.
Lately,...

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Kenneth Cloke
historically outlines the widening and deepening
and merging and submerging
of elite/non-elite
publicized/privatized ego/eco-politicians.

Earth's perennial health/pathology contests
lie between LeftYang domination
over-powering RightYin suppression;

Slowly at matriarchal pre-historic first,
then, now, much more quickly
and Western invasively,

From slave-owner v slave,
to kleptocratic aristocracy...

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The tender, torpid sun floats bored and heavy over vines
And casts his gentle, crimson rays upon the Apennines. 
Above the calm and golden hill, Agrippa’s villa stands:
A marble mansion reigning firm atop the ripened lands....

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For my Dad and Mom (Dorothy) on Fathers Day.

 Albin J. Gruhn who passed away at the age of 94 years young. I Love You Dad and I am missing you so much! Robert

When Albin...

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The following is about my beloved father Albin J. Gruhn who passed away at the age of 94 years young. I Love You Dad and I am missing you so much! Robert

When Albin Gruhn got...

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There once was a canary who hung out at the wharf 
It was his fort of sort 
Where there were boats 
A float 
Tied up at the dock 
Waiting for laborers on the clock 
But...

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Donald trump = pathological psychopath

Fred Trump taught his sole son Donald 
how to steal the leading way into more ass, 
though no hint given, nor prediction forecast 
in his growing up years, that would foretell,...

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Deliberately inching its way toward break of day,
The morning sun begins to emblazon the barley field.
Relaxing and watching the orb find its way,
The lady of the house waits for night to yield.
Like every morning, she...

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Alas, the long awaited warlord arrives
Dressed in promising attire,
Wearing hope like a battle gear
It gently lures us to a blind date .

With lots of hopes, wishes and dreams we yearn to fulfill our burning desire...

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God gives us joy* in our salvation’s excellence
Designed well along His wisdom’s prevalence
Rebuking the critics, putting them into shame’s silence…
Making us secured from sin’s penalty midst hell’s awful violence.
As His children, we experience His compassion...

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Dear trafficker,I am on the run
With face emitting fear
Worn in clothe surged into rag
By the scissors of rape
linen scars
With the screech from angry nails;
narrow escape.

Do not ask why I run
Like a prey dodging the hunters’...

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Health brings freedom to live
intentionally
resplendently
maturely
resonantly
integrally
regeneratively
compassionately
resiliently
kindly.

Freedom is personal,
but also social,
political
but also economic,
ecological
but also theological.

Health requires freedom from addiction
to beliefs:

Some people are born to rule
and own Earth,
while others are born to be serfs
and slaves,
laborers
and frightened/angry addicts.

Some people...

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John
Is 65 and a tall man
Dressed in a white suit and tie
With nice tennis shoes fuzzy socks
And some hair plopped on top.

Mary is 24 with blond hair and a smile so fun
Her sweetness tosses like...

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LOVE FOR GREAT OR SMALL

Many eons ago, in minds far superior to ours
from a past Man never knew the earth became habitable 
before the savage became Homo-sapiens
visitors had come from unknown worlds scouting earth for...

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This poet decided against  
becoming a measly minced meaty morsel

undetected inauspicious augury 
     assigning  adept 
     aqueous ace AOL amphibian, 
    ...

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We are the children of time 
That big round clock 
Arms like arrows 
Not a minute to be wasted 
In this precious cycle 
Of ambition 
We succeed 
While hearts bleed
Yet we go on and on....

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Consider a beehive
and/or an ant nest,
and call it holistically holonic,
egoQueen and eco-proletariat balancing regenerativity,
Beloved cycle-climaxing Community.

Now look at the manual/womanual service sector
as co-responsible co-redemptive CareGivers
and the cooperative-matriarchal Queen
and her fertile multigenerational authoritative function
as perfect CareReceiver,
co-investing...

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Often hidden or ignored, child brides and sex slaves are still a current global problem; as is child abuse in varying ways, including child labour. Heartbreaking and unacceptable. 

Girls Not Brides website:

See the interactive Atlas...

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I remember that day, my friend when you said: I will lead,
I left my leadership as a tree untimely leaves shed;
I was happy indeed, just like holding my father's arm,
What's more happiness than that of...

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Once, 
About ten minutes ago in the year 
2006 or 
2549, depending upon which avatar or
 Messiah is consulted, I  
 Tumbled out of my bed to the 
Untranslatable 
Predawn
 Cackle of 
Frantic voices
Descending.
...

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A tradition rooted in the pain of African chains,
On the auction block, where slaves experienced the insane.
Separated...the strong from the weak...the young from the old,
So that by "The Dozen" these cheap laborers could be sold.
Amongst...

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Breaking The Heart of God

The minutes tick by ... days, months, years
we see countless lost faces pass by and seemingly into space they stare,
are we His people, awake alert to this time that we live
or...

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