Long Linguistically Poems

New England's late May sun was long up,
and yet her laundry began to unfold
and clip onto the droopy clothesline,
while yet to warm into 8 AM.

She wore a light spring jacket
and need not think long
about why...

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FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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I remember my mindbody would tense
sometimes
then relax into confusion
while non-consiliently reading Bucky Fuller's "Synergetics 2."

I also remember,
and too often reweave,
Fuller's stream of thought ecoconsciousness
as I read  Beck and Cowan on the well-timed subject 
of...

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What I care about
and what I am working
and even playing hard with
is better understanding what and how
we and Earth
communicate to and with each other,
regenerating mindbody health sometimes,
and yet degenerating pathological climates and subclimates,
gestalts,
ecopolitical chemistry puzzles...

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Achooo!
It begins, almost always, with a sneeze, 
Which, in some cultures, 
Invites blessings, 
But, in some others, a curse,
As it’s held to be ominous!
Blessing or curse, soon the frequency
And the decibels increase—
Incredibly, irritatingly, inconveniently, and...

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We have an enemy within called the ego
who prevents us from using our mind intelligently.
It hides deep within our heart
and emerges with regularity
to challenge and consume our will.
       ...

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A miniscule minotaur is a mini mayhem by the way. In a catacomb place ones feet in a small bowl then look in the mirror and sing to the shaft of light beaming down from...

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Still within this beginning of Time,
Her Goddess planted
one Tree of Life and Death
regenerating cycles of RNA intelligence
and permaculture.

RNA was and is in and of this Tree of Time
searching for what might rhyme
and rhythm as DNA...

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Grey is ana in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass....

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Grey is an in-between colour that is most secretive in a window smudge. But when the cleaning cloth arrived it simply disappears then reappears when the cloth has left. Thus leaving a very grey mass....

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I sat in the rain with the world at my feet
and I sighed.
Staring into it's eyes; it's limitless gaze.
I swooned amidst the tragedy of a starving visage.
I cried at the birth of morning light;
Of the...

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When I'm traveling and away from you,
Not to worry, dear, my love is true.
I remind myself that I'm still yours
When I find myself on foreign shores
In a tryst with a miss behind closed doors,
It's not...

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I wonder
about wandering into sacred history

Back
remotely far
in collective memory
before humanity,

When EarthTribe regenerativity
was all compassionately gifted
divinity,

Panentheistically expressed
in ecofeminist panting Earth's
great rapturously gifted
economic ecology
of volcanic overflowing
and infilling relationships.

I wonder,
back before male religious cultures
and anthrosexual contagious climates,
were our...

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A friend advised "Cheer up, buddy, and don't be blue",
strange of him to say that just when I was feeling low.
I was thinking, what was so colorful about being sad,
only showed his English vocabulary was...

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LANGUAGE OF POETS


For a moment let’s linguistically speak.
Men have their self imposed limit
They choose to make their language bleak
To women it’s nonsense – no word is unfit

No man would normally say
It was a delightful day
Or...

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mi Espanol is muy mal
my Spanish is very bad

but i'm 
trying to
understand
in these days
of trans i don't 
want to mistakenly

write a
wrong and
be translated
especially since
i don't believe in any
political view to be said

to be
politically
in an incorrect
set...

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SPELLING TEST (there are over 30 words contained within this poem that are often 
misspelt by the common man)

We all do on occasion temporarily misspell.
Amateur or connoisseur of language,who can tell?
Conscientiously piece together,peculiar bits of...

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I     AM     DRIVE

Teaching English is the  best job under the sun
Students  learn some, I learn more
Working with foreigners  is  hard  but fun...

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There's nothing quite so graceful as a flying pig. Swooping over lands and seas. Saying hello to birds on the way. No pecking though. Just oinking. Occasionally octagonal birds can speak the dialect of oink....

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i got caught
thinking again
and stupidly took

the bait
thus setting
off the trap but

this was
linguistically
more me then a

mouse because
i kept thinking
Faulkner

but f
uck me
Dickenson
 
misquoting
so not to
be sued

about a best
and a worse
time and i'm

thinking i'm
living on the
border line

thank god...

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When YOU lasso the moon;  Swing cross the Universe, Entered our Lives
        With an Eternal Pen,  cross  the Autumnal  Colors of the Evening SKY...

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