Long Linguistics Poems

I know you invited the Brothers to side-line along,
but only if we are here to listen;
Don't speak.

Yet I may have credential for qualifying voice.
For I, like some of you,
know what it means to develop cooperative,
too...

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Bharathidasan’s “Pulikku nay enta muulai” (To the Tiger, the Dog knows no safe dwelling!) translated by T. Wignesan 

Bharathidasan (1891-1964) was a self-proclaimed disciple of the eminent Brahmin poet: Cuppiramania Bharathiyar (cf. two poems of...

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This situation has no basis in reality; in fact, it is ludicrously unreal. However, the likes and dislikes shown of its author are completely true!

Scene: A comfortable office where Andrea Dietrich is finishing up with...

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My TransITion began there
right there
in my woodland playground,
when I first knew
something right feels wrong to others.

I was blind to curve-balls
hurled at me.
Being "It" is not why I grow
this TransIt mind and body!

Or, is it?

Could I...

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Who wants to join a sacred cooperative
with both divine and humane purpose,
secular meanings
with organic liturgical rites
of seasonal passage?

Indeed,
who would not
should ego's veil descend
like commodified energy's nonrenewable extinction;
LoseLose trends of nihilism
within psyche,
fascism 
within a paranoid society
which...

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Radical conservatives are cooperatively embracing a culture war.
Our battlefield is our ecologically evolving brain.

At stake is what Earth and Earth's hosted tribes become.
Our cooperative vocation is to radically co-arise nondual human development
to fit conservationist moral...

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Just watching raindrops slapping leaves
is better than anything requiring electricity
including fame and posterity. Monday
morning I walk over to the art museum
stand before Homer. I'm imagining
life in ancient Greece, the land largely
deforested to build a navy,...

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Sometimes everything seems fake to me, and I am so tired of people acting like they remember what love is. 
Everyone says it. 
“I love you, I love you, I love you.” 
No words are...

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James Joyce:
In winding streets of Dublin, I did dwell,
found Ulyssean tales to weave and tell.
In this modern age, voices rise anew.
What themes thrive, Margaret, in works like you?

Margaret Atwood:
Ah, James, your stream, like a cerebral...

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On what metaphysical, natural yet spiritual, principle
might agree
an ecologist,
a Christian fundamentalist,
and an Islamic terrorist?

Earth's enculturing history has been, economically and politically speaking,
more nutritiously regenerative
than pathologically degenerative,
or we could not have become recreative regenetic bicameral identities,

Yang-Uracil-Left...

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I was called a winter’s child by most people,
Who were in my life when I was a young child, 
But I always saw myself as a summer bumpkin, 
Sprung from spring as I was optimistic...

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It was there
right there
on woodland's playground
when I first knew
something stirs very wrong.

I was blind to balls
hurled at me,
being It is not why I grow my mind and body,
or is it?

I am "It!"
or at least half...

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"The idea of building something once to last
tends to occur to...practical people later in life,
after they have reconstructed a few things
they thought were good enough
at the time."
  David Holmgren, "Permaculture Principles and Pathways"

There is...

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If only I could have understood,
The game we were destined to play,
Could have been privy to the dance steps,
Prior to the music beginning.

How helpful it would have been,
Prior to combining the ingredients:
You.  Me. ...

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Meeting my homegirls Wilma Neels
and Kim Van Breda with shrieks and squeals
hasty introductions and we're on our way
for a night of reading at Poetry Café

We've Yasmin to thank for arranging the meet
with fellow Soupers, a...

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I'm writing this, because I feel like I should quit.

I feel like I should just lay down and never get up.

I feel that bliss is overrated, and joy will never find me.

When I look up...

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ummm...just some quick thoughts... check and reflect 
I sit and dissect derelicts with dialect deliberately
I think with this pen and as soon as the ink sinks in ,it instantly producing imagery
Some say it’s a gift,...

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     'Poetry' haz been the foundation uv my 15plus(and counting)yearz uv the intense learn uv; who the sum know uv me, "English literature"! 
     Studying for an...

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In order to form these words,
you must start by being unsure.
from comforting warmth, to a artic discomfort
switching to fire and ice again.
Temperature like a predator
in the Sahara desert dusk.

Sit on your porch at dusk, 
watch...

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ARTISTIC IMPRESSION

Sequo ane aneleli
Ruthless enchantment signed peneli
Deep linguistics conveyed temporali
French-mistic concerns of one Mr. Pateli
A shrine of words deeply negated
A form of style simply paginated

Tongue-twister relative of pronounciation – the bigger picture
Thoughts bigger than the...

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Fried chicken and warm corn bread
Greasy fingered lips
Fellowshipping church members
Eating and talking
With sweet iced tea, they
Royally—
Dined!

~~~~~~~~~~~***~~~~~~~~~~~
© Joseph S. Spence, Sr., (Epulaeryu Master) 10/1/08
All Rights Reserved, Milwaukee, Wisconsin, USA
Senior Advisor, to Founder of Motivational Strips
Ambassador De...

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Gen Y and Z- one cryptic crowd!
Manage, by text, to Laugh Out Loud!
Not loud enough?! Well, there is more -
Laughing While Rolling On The Floor!
LMBO LMAO – righteously well known,
Intend to flip your tailbone!
Though both...

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I skipped over rocks without socks
And I walked on doors without floors
I went with money and came out bankrupt,
I spent time in jail without any cents
And forgot about how she came and went
It was so...

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For Ogunyinka Damola Ebenezer 2nd Year Remembrance



Of Illness of a Damola
Of Death to an Ebenezer
Of Disappearance of a Linguist
Of Eternal Ascension of a Living soul
To the great stage above the beyond

Bred in a clergy clad...

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I’d tell you my story, but where I’m from
it’s just a statistic
Life and death- same difference- it’s just ballistics.

So much suffering – I no longer pray for salvation
But say
‘Unharden our hearts, soften the indifference, please
let...

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