Long Lecturing Poems

"Azure Vistas"

Azure vistas presented themselves to me
rolling inwards the clouds like tumbleweeds
mercilessly bump fallen angels off the map
like torrents of rain falling petulantly on blunt contracts

I glimpsed the sweet refrain of a resurrection
swift upon a...

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How was school today?

Fine.

Did you learn anything important?

Maybe. I'm not sure yet.

Really? What are you considering?

We talked about Howard Odum's natural trinity
of altruism.

Maybe I skipped that day
way back in premillennial times
before Permaculture Design had taken...

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[This poem 'No God Of  Mine' was seemingly confounding readers as
to its meaning. Ordinarily, if I felt a poem wasn't  cutting it, I'd delete
it, but on this occasion, I've been asked to explain it... so here goes.]


By...

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GROUP VALUES

Belief in WinWin organic ability
to cooperatively manage secular 
as BothAnd sacred 
health development vocations.

Desire to create
open DNA-familiar GREEN systems--
Great
ReForesting
EconomicYang 3D SpaceDriven
EcologicalYin 4D TimeFlowing
Networking organic WinWin 
reverse-time gaming cooperative system
especially following matriarchal-wombed
DNA and RNA strings...

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***I KNOW IT'S LONG...please don't tell me to shorten my poems or songs because I'm expressing myself through poetry. Thank you ahead of time. I did write concise poems. Check those haikus I wrote on...

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Translation of Eric Mottram’s 1922 Section 1 by T. Wignesan

for David Attoe

Notre devise pourrait être: ‘que nous nous ne soyons pas envoûtés’
Wittgenstein in Zettel

laissez pendre   la graisse   sans cou
où la tête...

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Cement, sand and gravel, blood, body and soul
Eternity bred from hell's darkest hole
Combine gruesome aggregates, hydrate the mix
Mould them and dry them, then stack up the bricks.

Thought in advance and precision laboured
Set automatic, eternity savoured
No...

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Starting this unSabbath day
unusually seduced by full-color compassion,
with some competing-for-time distractions
in more sadly usual role recessions,
raises weak-day wellness questions
with healthy answering co-passion,
responsive responses more resiliently weekend resonations
than pathological ego-manic fear emanations
about my immediate physical future...

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SOLUTIONIST:
This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES... 
VERSE 1:
Drenched soul placed on a bench,
Avengers revenging not ready to repent;
Edge of grudges they always entrench,
Dreading of fate, that's what they depend.
Trends and hypes risen from their wrench;
Pitching and hitching...

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What Actually is School?

The Education Act 1996 (UK) defines a pupil as someone “for whom education is being provided at a school,” and as a person under 19, seeing a school as an educational institution...

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If I walk across scolding coals, does that make me unstoppable
If I steal metaphors, does that make me a mastermind UN-robbable?
That's improbable, but it's not impossible for the phenomenal,
Call me Skitzo, I'll shatter monk monastery...

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He had sleepless dreams ....

Admiring trillions of Indians, he rose like a rose with colours of valour
Born in Rameshwaram village, to Jainulabdeen a poor boat owner.
Dreamt of changing the world with his venerated ardour 
Using...

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The way you decode your words MR professor to those ambitious students in your class
And with that so called lecturing you drop a big mass on their path
and by keep reminding them their stupidity, you...

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The whole day, my mind was blossoming,
Keeping me busy with humming and chuckling.
Though the sky was raining, couldn’t upset my spirit,
I was struggling myself to ponder on what the professor was saying…
Where was the meaning...

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I was a city born and city bred young fellow,
whose shoes had mostly only touched concrete and tar.
Oh yes I had seen grass, but out on a footy ground
and my entertainment was drinking at a...

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Lucinda Brown was only seventeen
when you youth came to a dreadful end,
that was the night her home was invaded
by three vicious and horny young men.

When her father tried to confront them
they shot the poor man...

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I head an interesting thought
on the state of the world today,
about the wokeness, the PC,
and why we’re degrading this way,
That tied it to something that we
often celebrate quite a lot,
that would be maternal instinct,
the kind...

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Who am I talking to
as I rehearse my memory stories,
shadow voices,
echoes,
and my own heroic victim analysis?

How snugly language fits 
within karma's great chain of becoming
Earth's prophetic saintly sage 
lecturing Othered parasitic peers

Living off malnourished Mother's
ambivalently...

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I chose  
I could’ve been
A homebound hermit,
Hypnotized by the hum
And hue,
Of a high-tech 
HD computer screen.
A slave 
To the
Rhythmic rap
Of 
Clicking keys;
Depriving me 
Of much 
Needed rest.
I’d Search 
For Love 
And friendship 
In a...

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When Troy fell by the deception of a wooden horse,
its people fled bringing along their treasures to the shores of Italy;
and with their warriors' skills and unfailing scheme,
their destiny was manipulated by an accurate prophecy,...

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a single “truth” would
dispose of her/his motivations,
something so recognizable 
that the head could no longer be
turned away,
something that bubbled on the fine
line between a stomach full of 
butterflies & a stomach full of
wasps---
a single “truth”...

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Remember when we believed a NYC street block was too far? 50th, 51st, 52nd, and so on... well, state boundaries stack those blocks, and now there are thousands, maybe millions, blocking. 
My preschool days taught...

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I was sitting blithely on a summer day
When a child of God unleashed a threat.
So to the nth degree... it was lecturing me
And I could see it was quite upset.
I had no desire to offend...
And...

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We cannot listen
or learn easily
when we do not feel safe,
said the environmental science students
to their corporate sponsored teachers.

Our lungs cannot breathe easily
or our hearts beat steadily
when we are not sure we can trust
the anthrosupremacist resource
currently...

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Do you know what grinds my gears?
Its been building in me for a few years.
People driving and texting, just letting their mind linger.
They almost hit me, then cut me off, then give me the finger....

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