Long Loudest Poems

Imagine,
said Yin to distraught Yang,
never able to get quite enough of himself,
never enough time to fully become his ego-potentiality

Imagine this day opens a new rhetorical event,
a new day of conversation between Ego
and those you live...

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10 o'clock am the morning 
Quest: A country side bike ride.
Molly woke Dolly and Damian.
Woke Everyone on that July 
Morning of 2038. They had a Bicycle 
Expedition to tend to plus a newly
Minted swimming pool...

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It was Christmas Eve and I was at the airport,
Not a soul in sight, almost deserted, it was 10.00 pm,
Only two hours before Christmas day,
Perhaps if I got on a plane, I would see Santa...

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Students conservative of body-health care
invest as necessary
in bowing and submitting subservience
to orthodox heterosexual vampirate mentors,
fundamentalist badnews evangelicals
sucking on pre-meditated rapture
of Heavenly bloodsucking EarthNatures.

To meet conservative RightWing
LeftBrain patriarchal 
student membership classroom requirements
of monoculturing monopolistic
indoor health-safety classrooms,
research...

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“This will come to an end now,” Rian demanded!  Joulupukki nudged Dyndoeth and glanced at the crystals in each corner of the ceiling. He saw the elf begin to tense.  He also noticed...

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RED

One hundred years ago in Pollockshaws
A man was laid to rest,
From humble beginnings to a martyr
They buried Scotland’s best.

A man who stood for the people
A man unshaken and proud,
Till the imperialist and capitalist murderers
 Connived...

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Words of a mother melting your spirit despite it being cold. Her loving you no matter what chasing that heart of gold. 
         "You don't need to...

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Interesting
how dominant or repressed,
predative or victimized,
winner or loser,
positive or negative,
show up in so many paradigms
of light,
beauty,
truth;

And/Or predetermined
prejudicial shadow
stories
too bipolar--

Not enough dipolar both/and
complementarity,
cause/effective co-arising nuanced circles
[not lines 
much less militaristic vanquishing bold squares]
recycling civility,
repurposing cooperative humanity,
destiny,
integrity...

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A Thousand Points of Light! ! ! ! !

Once a beacon of democracy
A shining light on the hill
The ‘American Dream’
	Anyone can ‘make it’  
Never more than aspirational
Structurally delusional

Always susceptible to its 
	Achilles heel of...

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Through the window of time, waves of souls flow, lost in darkness,
Through the window of dreams, I feel caught in webs of memories and eternal longings.
Through the window of destiny, the mirror of the world...

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I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes,
Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose.

I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical,
Like...

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Father’s Voice

Your ungainly question,
What is the meaning of Life?
reminds of another,
What is purpose to Beauty?
which reminds of,
What is meaning and purpose for Grace?
and Karma?

Not ugly, empty, meaningless death, perhaps?

Life, like beauty, evolves appositional responses
of meaning,...

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Who snored the loudest was open to question
But each would deny such an insane suggestion
The phone rang just once and she opened one eye
‘Up you get, Nitro, we gotta fly.’

Nitro Cat yawned and he leapt...

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When todays yield where tomorrows have too
And forests now instead are skylines then,
At gatherings held to contemplate who
No longer walks amongst more lively men;
Where angels thought would be seen high above
Welcoming spirits with cause to...

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The Ancient Viking Warrior In His Old Age, 
A Collaboration With Vladislav Raven

Part (1.)

Biding his time, as each day wrangles its hours away
his soul resting between heaven and Hade's hot fires
for wanton desires shall demand...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: Way Down South           
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan
written: June/2014


Growing up
way 
down south 
in
Florida -

was like
a 
fiesta -

We would
go to
the
beach,

swim, run,
and 
play

in 
the white 
sand -

and
soon as 
we
get home,

It was 
time 
to raid 

the 
sugarcane 
farm -

Life
was sweet,

in
the
Sunshine
State -

Each day
was 
better than
the
day before...

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"Holy Humor"    Posted 1 Mar 2021

if you need an ark to save two of each animal      i Noah guy

creating Eve was the first known example  ...

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When I was a ginger eight
my many cousins and I liked to play
King On The Mountain,
or at least the older and stronger
enjoyed being on top of a grassy mound
as lesser beings formed military alliances
further magnifying...

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Reflected in the moon’s soft glow,
A silent thought, reassuring
Moments caught by a lullaby,
Soft and soothing, gentling the colors,
Faded beneath the still, cool skies…

Whispers of faith flow through the nocturnal,
Dreary is the fate of those who...

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In shadows deep where childhood fears reside
A father's wrath and a son's tormented life.
A torrent of abuse with a soul's despair
A question lingers heavy in the stale putrid air.

"Why was I not enough for my...

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Dearest Robert Simmons,
You will always be a part of me.
You probably don't even remember who I am.

You have been with me in my mind, heart, and soul for the past 6 months. since the day...

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"The Forgotten and Fluctuations of Awareness" 

When the crime 
was committed,
the writing 
was already on the wall,

no one listened. 
It climbed insidiously
out through the cracks
like a friendly tarantula.

that sad poet 
I read today,
she writes 
of...

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  Oh, to be in Trinidad
when the hot scented currents flow,
  from East Dry River to Nariva 
samaan and silk cotton tree grow.
  Where whisperin’ palms reach
across island reef and coconut lagoon,
...

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She came 
like a breath 
of air
Made her 
impacts on 
the sands of 
time
Those 
cherished 
laughs and 
smile
Gone to 
behold no 
more

The time so 
long
But short it 
is
How I long 
for your 
Presence
To lighten 
my...

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The old machine is breaking down...
we need a new one,
one that doesn't burp,
grind and scream ---
and kill;
One that doesn't worship money...
exploit ---
with cold, long hands
and call it: victory ---

When money is more important 
than people:
what...

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