Long Maternally Poems

When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

"If your unborn child survived
his first year
and walked back into your home
do you think you...

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What would I harvest
as the moon rises
to conclude this day?

Will I hunt for the life still burning in the eyes of each person,
each living creation, I meet,
each work and play in progress process;
or divest by...

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As Joe was biking down the side of the road
He ran across a chap with a dearth of driving skills.  
Or more accurately, the driver almost ran over Joe; 
'Twas one of life’s unwanted...

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Polypaths
lead neuro-systemically back
to Mother/Child original wombed attachment

A remarkably warm
and wet counterpoint
to a sterile anthrosupremacist theory
of Original Separating Sin.

Instead,
in this organic preternatural 
panentheistic
spiritual experience
of win/win healthy wealth,
co-attachment overrides win/lose
zero-sum compromised
competitive relationships

Patriarchal
and capitalist self creationships
come later
as post-partum...

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"The hourglass parts paternally and maternally with life flowing in between," ... by The Poet.

granules enigmatic essences yields              the life source 
...

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the mad doctored relationship of a child of trust 
is seen in the I's (eyes)  of a parental giver 
these words are spoken by the maternally dead 
and will haunt the crying caregiver till...

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I cut my flowers too short.
My billowing, green vase drowning their maternally short stems
and never-blooms.
Within a week’s time, (and I know this)
The leaves I neglected to p l u c k
Will be rotting and browning...

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Three sister winds,
Ephemeral progeny,
Spawned by the sun's relentless
But passionless heat,
And the earth's inexorable
Grinding rotation:
Sirocco dances across the vast emptiness of the Sahara;
Mistral roams over the rolling plains and briny lagoons
Of the French Camargue;
Santa Ana, mistress...

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i listen to the silent sounds of nothing
the orchestra is the best of all
i makes me feel like really doing something
i think i'll probably give my dad a call

i listen to the silent sounds of...

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Autumn arrives as dark nights draw in,

Changing the landscape from Summer's green trim

In shades of gold, red and purple brown,

Falling leaves dying on sodden ground

Freshly bedecked in shades of golden hues

and flame flaring reds of...

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Billions of journeys round a fiery eye
This watery celestial traveler made.
Untiring, spiraling route through the sky
Always returned from yearly crusades.
She carried her children on top her back
And nurtured their needs until they have grown.
Some may...

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Sorrowful kisses 
Placed on a tearful cheek 
Flushed with pain and sadness

Comforting arms 
Embrace a quivering body 
Left shaking with fear and loneliness

Sympathetic words 
Caress throbbing ears 
As the cries of heartache echo within

Gentle hands...

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