Long Legitimately Poems

Still wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along outer limits of 
the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path 
of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking...

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Wrestling with impasse to contentment

Dispense sing with fidelity blithely agog
just me and mine dark shadow 
slinking along the edge of night doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance ohm my dog,
shocking voltage surges an emphatic...

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The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year...

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Oakland County MI                   Democrats             ...

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UNQUOTABLE QUOTES: LIII - Tongue Teasers

Whether the glass is « half full » or « half empty », what counts is WHO « drank" the "other half », the « better half » ? Lucky...

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As climate pathology peaks
toward climax conditions

LeftBrain privileged blindness
and deafness,
tastelessness
replacing savoring,

Absence of green
and sea salty blue
fragrance,
bereft of internal robust feelings
and external wellbeing touch
drop unhealthily
unwealthily away
from enabling organic integrity
to know 

Empathy is to spiritual consciousness
as sympathy mirrors...

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I'm not comfortable
talking about racial differences,

Or even racial
or sensual similarities.

I know what you mean
or maybe I do.
Something intimate and personal
about melanin
and hair qualities
and what lies red-blooded
under shared and segregated skin.

I remember when long hair quantity
was...

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Unquotabe quotes: Dancers - XXIII

Dance like Cassius Clay, Sting like Muhammad Ali.
The dancing Dervish’s ethereal trip makes the Sufi’s Qawwali breathlessness sound like the radio-astral waves dashing on the beaches of their consciousness.
The only unlicensed...

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Mine mortal flesh can finally escape...

Though mentally, physically,
and spiritually healthy... meth
hood dolled logy 
hoop fully, ideally, joyfully...
unannounced twill be mine death
without forewarning thine

grand finale allocated breath
best surprise visit me
(without reason nor rhyme)
ye grim reaper, when...

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Once within our time
we birthed a CEO
who would be Pope,
but might settle for Grand Wizard.

He was selected by a near majority vote
of a highly confused Board
anxious for economic and political climate survival,
terrified of degenerating anti-ecological...

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A girl of my choice is way too hard to find. Every time I see an attractive girl, I keep finding out that she already has a boyfriend or is happily married to her husband...

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The Life we now live seems but a deceitful drain
Rules abound that keep us all in chains
When will our saviour show us 
We are in his favour

Blessed are the rich for they can afford the...

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Trixie Light Wing, the lovely, lithe,16-year-old light-worker faerie,
 was the first one awake in the prairie on this fine Spring morn.
She effortlessly dusted the grasses, the dandelions, the daffodils, 
and the pink hydrangeas with pixie...

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I find it not right
nor sustainably left,
snapped the poet,
that sainted soldiers claimed healthy transitions 
toward divinely rapturous peace
to promote principles of death 
by deliberate
degenerate design.

I could not reasonably interpret good news
win-God/win-humanity scripture stories
designed for win/lose...

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And I witness
Your deplorable “glory”
Hunching over my tattered spine,
So we can have something in common

You walk with glorified shell-shock,
Another sentient tongue, 
Straddling on the Eros of vindication

Your sandpaper hands
Reach for an assaulted tenderness
Embracing lambasted lyric

Another...

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The splendor of the morning awakens in my dreams with shapes of glory drizzling in the stream and the clouds moving slowly in the sky with melodies of hope and the passion breathing beneath the...

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Deep sleep 
seems to be a figment 
of my ruminating imagination

Just as my sex life
seems to be a fading figment
of my dark penetrative 
and glad light receptive
co-passionate imagination

And trauma
feels like a figment
of my Master Knows...

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Just me and mine shadow doth blog
passivity, the path of least resistance oh my dog,
an emphatic YES,
a legitimately valid reason and rhyme to flog
yours truly (figurative emasculation),
thee catchword to hog
immediate attention, 
see above named poem...

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February 4th, 1999 - two hundred
and fifty two months ago
Shana Aubrey Harris officially completed,
now ranks among status quo
lawfully, legally, legitimately in toto
twenty one orbitz around the sun - whoa!

Chronological benchmark ye did attain
plus major purchase...

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To my StraightWhiteMale
right-wing
left-brain
monoculturally dominating brothers,
and your antifeminist glamorous 
amorous womanly allies,

You have not yet heard me,
if you only hear my resistance,
sharing my non-culpable experience
with non-choice of gender attraction
and gender identity.

It's not only that my queer...

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Unorthodox grace
is not limited to restoring healthy face
that your queer sexual wealthy place
is not your disgrace;

Deviation from hetero-statistical means
is your sacred gift
from EarthQueen

Outstanding difference
is not only
and always
your heavy depleting responsibility;
but also your socially enlightened
and culturally...

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Rejected. Again.
 
Tonight I think I felt utterly defeated. 
My hands around my towel to the shower I retreated.
I cleaned the house. Put the kids to bed early.
So I could try my best to be...

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Everything 
and everyone 
we have ever legitimately loved,
we will lose.

Mentally embracing
facing this problem
of biological mortality
is half of our potential
multigenerationally licit grace.

The other half,
more redemptively front
and ego/eco-centering,

Everything
and everyone we licitly hate
and have ever feared,
we may never...

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IF EVER I HAD A COUNTRY : LXXII

IF ever I had a country with or without nationality
And if ever I were elected or nominated Chief Patriot of this God-forsaken mis-carriaged country
And if ever my country...

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When will it end,
This falseness 
So pretend.
Misleading lies retold to get a point across
But which of these lies are legitimately covered up? 
transparent with factual truth to seem like in the end this lie, 
This...

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