Long Malingering Poems

Psychologically still thirteen 

Ordinarily meaning pre Internet days
familiarization with me would entail
bringing the avid listener 
into my private mancave hideaways
less a physical place than a juncture in relationship, 
(whereby one or the other of us)...

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“It is the custom of scholars when addressing behavior and culture to speak variously of anthropological explanations, psychological explanations, biological explanations, and other explanations appropriate to the perspectives of individual disciplines. I have argued that...

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As I look back across more musical times
of rhythmic reflections,
ceremonies and commemorations
of each dawn and dusk eremitic liturgy,
if that is not an oxymoron
of sound and sight,
song and dance,
tragically sad, yet also bilaterally bound with happier...

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So I was feeling badly,
sad,
because I share our mutually complicit status
for my compatriot's difficult terrorizing
chronic stress disordering
time.
I too have been there,
lost there,
to a more moderate extent.
I just walked away.

I wish I had done more at...

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Senator Obama's Audacity of Hope
ends with listing memories,
visual images,
that rekindle his love for this imperfectly united Place

For his Country,
this humane Habitat
for mutual care-giving,
and at least implies this is all he needs,
not yet all he hopes,
for...

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Toward Material Trappings

Gold and silver upholds
     true value capitalist money tree
Thrown down upon gaunt
     lit alter of Midas,
     treasured as current sea

Countless denominations
...

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Amidst Mystic’s art and craft show last May I was wandering.
By a stall with wildlife photos malingering,
Where my new beau Greg caught me beaming. 
A gorgeous red tailed hawk photo I was unashamedly oogling.
 
“What...

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I THINK THEREFORE I AM


"An ounce of hypocrisy is worth 
a pound of ambition" --Michael Korda

Liberty...
This everyone's want--
stretching an autonomy to unbuckle self-discovery

I got mites and bugs living in my head--
infesting my mind. They... daring...

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I catch myself with thoughts of us 
standing by the shore
Feeling so content with life
and never wanting more
Battles of our former lives
grow distantly behind 
With gentle waves 
of tranquil peace
as all that's left to find

I...

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POIGNANT ECHOES
(Combo Verse Forms)**


Go with the flow, go with the mood;
Live what you know, live what feels good.

-- -- -- -- -- -- -- -- --

Wind sifting
Bamboo vines sway;
Dawnlight bursting

-- -- -- -- -- --...

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Her luxurious penthouse
is like a cocoon with plenty of pretty distractions,
so she keeps her door firmly closed,
because she prefers fantasy
over the handicap of reality.

Afraid of light, 
her malingering mind,
keeps her hidden inside.
To shield her from...

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PAIN I DISDAIN MADE PLAIN

Upon a road of crooked adventure ventured I
With my words flowing from the forest to the naked plain
Two statesmen and one stately lady censured I
Claiming, perhaps correctly, that I was inane...

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My ego is a crippled creature,
A monstrous malingering monger of misery,
Shriveled, decrepit, it sits hunched between my heart and stomach,
A squat grey toad with bulbous dispirited eyes
Ugly, riddled with the cankerous sores of self loathing
It...

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PTSD, this is nothing that's new,
it's just a new label to stick on you
They now blame it on the wars today,
unless for your trauma they have to pay.
Then all of a sudden, it changes it's...

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The only ounce of energy I'll be expending today
is having picked up a pen to scrawl these lines...
"I have declared this to be Dolce Far Niente Day."
Enjoying the sweet life, doing nothing by design.

I'll be...

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The wondrous sea captivates my soul
as I sit beneath the malingering palms
   I can close my eyes
and dine on imaginations from its offered sounds
I can listen quietly to the soft throb of the...

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Twilight gleams as its last, satiating stream falls
Malingering shadows cast their tepid tent over the sun's fiery cauls
Shadows recede; an eerie awning o'er earth's tenants slowly crawls
Darkness's bleary shroud o'er earth's canopy sprawls
Jaded sojourners scurry...

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The insurrectionists of January 6 are NOT patriots!
They are criminals of the lowest amoeba-types
Most patriots were at work improving the G.N.P.
Not carousing and malingering to air their gripes.

Can you imagine an American president colluding,
Encouraging rabble-rousers...

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Beautiful Eyes

Yin and yang had resolved the conundrum of diametrically opposed promises
No longer one sided her receiving end glimpsed into the barrel of a shiny gun

Far from being  a passive shooting star only her...

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Standing 'neath rocky vestige on Hatteras Cape
Overhead, sky's billowy caverns offer cerebral escape
Proffering delusions of grandeur in every size, shape
A ventilated ocean of blue; visions of bliss at which to 
gape
Yet mind firmly planted in...

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Mysterious displacement of matters where
Spring forgets like fumbling fingers in blossoms
arresting visions lingering colossal
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Rigors of weary battle long abated
The haze and smoke linger; the 
fallen obfuscated
Ignominiously deposited; in death's 
unseemly clutches graded
Gradually emanating from the 
debacles' debris taut, ghastly forms 
emaciated
Battle's residual fodder on spent 
ground masqueraded
With the...

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Once, sweet, unassuming persona so demure
Morphing into arrogant, calculating figure
Dexterous curves dancing like marionette
Now wilting shroud; prancing silhouette
Full, rounded cheeks with rosy shadow
Devolved into sunken crevasses with hue so sallow
Full, lustrous lips distilling frothy, sweet...

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Sweet moments
Wind howls angst;
Nobody home


Water fountain
Meeting point chat;
Malingering moments


Magazine print debris
Recycled collage;
Emergent art form 


Bits and pieces
Visual imperfections;
Beyond patchwork


Tall lallang grass
Sharp blades cut;
Oozing blood chlorophyll


Weather park bench
Witness to people passing;
Message in the wind


Lake side pagoda
Willowy...

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My name is John--the work horse
And I was teamed with Prince. 
We could easily do a job at which
An Arabian horse would flinch.
Prince's work is over now.
He's buried in the pasture.
I am too old to...

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