Long Meridians Poems

Remember Me

Cold wet coastal today
I escaped
Sat myself behind a sanctuary
The rain beating rhythms
On window panes
Hot coffee and brandy
Warm inside The Athena Café

Radio spends its missed tuning
Hissing tinny tunes
Love songs
Of losing
Love songs of having
Love sings
Of wanting

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WALKING WITH RUMI

It’s a religious routine, his impious
use of scripture and prayer calling on god
for salvation and sustenance, purity of heart,
perhaps a way better job, or some actual proof
that his people still matter
His, is a...

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I know I’ve made a thousand journeys,
withstood the tests of time and foe
shed the dust and shouldered worries
struggled onward against the flow.

Unconforming, seldom bending
straight the path I ever took.
Challenge was my unending passion
contradiction I forsook.

I’ve...

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in my foolish quest for scrambled words,
your inspiration becomes a heady sensation
carrying me gently from the  troubled traffic
of my desecrated hours, as if i were entering
under the skins of our candle lights: bringing me
to...

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seven days a week... the intervals in between
can shape twilight into scented ambrosia
    and turn noontime to boiled potion of tan,
dusk smears the sky darkening bronze
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With compass and sextant, paper and ink,
Bungaree, Nanbaree, Matthew and George
and a cat and a crew were at sea.
They went sailing and sailing, around and around
in Eighteen Hundred and Three.

The Investigator’s navigator calculated space
by meridians...

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(The supernova observed from
Earth in 1572 was a major event
in human thought, because if
stars could explode, then they
couldn't be eternal lamps,
hung out by God.)

The cold stars glimmered 
where they hung 
in their accustomed places 
on...

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Press your eyes with 
The strength of the
Index and the ring finger. 

What do you see? 
See the shifting orbs of luminescent aqua, 
Starry-eyed fireflies wafting in a 
majestic, arrested stasis.

See the fabled constellations 
Form...

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 I once had your love which sailed on the shores of sorrows,
Broken hearts did shove the tears thru echoes of morrows…
For it is only time, that I have to find you on Cupids arrows,
It...

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Joyfully chasing blue tail bunny rabbits through fields of dancing daisies....

Watercolour skies in lavender hues reflecting from, the marmalade moon

Mystical monarch butterflies brushed in glittering orange and black

Gathering around Tinkerbell with her maroon magical wands...

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Joyfully chasing blue tail bunny rabbits through fields of dancing daisies....

Watercolour skies in lavender hues reflecting from, the marmalade moon

Mystical monarch butterflies brushed amid glittering orange and black

Gathering around Tinkerbell with her maroon magical wands...

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Joyfully chasing blue tail bunny rabbits through fields of dancing daisies 
Watercolour skies in lavender hues reflecting from, her marmalade moon...
Mystical monarch butterflies brushed amid glittering orange as black; gathering 
About Tinkerbell with her gentle...

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Acapunctre energy,

Back about 220 before Christ,
The yellow Emperor  gave his advice,
Comissioned by Emperor  Houang-Ti,
Use needles to direct the energy,
Acapunct-urely,

So close your mind dismiss the word,
Use western medicine, drug-dog-bird,
The drugs won’t set you free,
More...

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Mary’s Tribulation

She wept from the depths of her bowels
For the child she brought into fruition.
Not knowing in her love,
She would witness the greatest of all sacrifices.
Tortured nerves washed with vinegar.
Nails driven through meridians to increase...

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Poetry is not the
manipulation of lyrics,
as the mechanic tunes
to sound using ears – but,
deeper yet, vital articulations,
the spirit manifesting its
vibrations (essence-forms)
onto paper, for the eyes
to read and the mind to
soulfully respond. Poetry
must electrify, surge across
interior...

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Running man, the road is yours
As fleet of foot you fly
Across meridians of day
The miles going by
With no Achilles in your heel
And glory in your eye 

Be long, your longest run
The winding road you take
Which...

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Held in my hand a fallen leaf…
let go before the season: should 
I not question the reason, even those
of God? Or only the foul-play of
man?

Determined I traveled the veins,
like a palm-reader reading her
mark, some earnest...

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I scavenge for pressure points—
Press between ruled lines
My expressive probe,
Looking for literal nerves,
Meridians
Defining the direction
Of my poetry,
The resistance and flow of its current

Was I born to sleep,
Or be electrically charged,
Wired—
Magnetic pulses of activity—?

It is late...

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