Long Midstream Poems

I see this ulcer
Mind boggling in perception
Body arresting in phenomena
Of diverse shapes and designs
Magnificently wrought together
In one whiff of putrid scent
It is of an exotic nature
Magnanimously growing out of context
Thus ticking with apocalyptic dimensions ...

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Sogyal Rinpoche
tells a Doors to Perception story.

Positive and negative feeling individuals
bear witness to a river.

Those more goddess-like
see this river as great
savory
fragrant
nutritious
beautifully resonant
musically harmonic
multiculturally rich,
a transporter of karmic mediation
preferring win/win cooperative
ecofeminist
green energy conservational
and black lives matter...

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Let me tell you something you can’t tell anybody, not the principal, not my teacher, not nobody.
I stopped the ten-year-old midstream.  If you tell me someone is hurting you I have to tell. I...

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A field day shoe fit for Mother Goose
  
Fruitless effort squeezing figurative juice
Pandora called triggering 
helter skelter to get loose
necessitating Bullwinkle J. Moose
to usher at yours truly 
(an aspiring wordsmith) vamoose!

Hey diddle diddle the...

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Mother Goose would find her tail feathers ruffled 

Hey diddle diddle 
the cat and the fiddle
when off to see 
a crooked man and woman,
whilst cowards jumped 
over moo ving little
pair of mismatched muggles,
who both walked...

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I have invented a nonce nonsense form: the "dabble dactyl." A dabble dactyl starts out like a double dactyl, but forgets the rules and changes horses midstream. Anyone who prefers order to chaos should give...

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...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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Valerie



It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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...a true story


It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine....

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine. At loose...

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absolutely nothing stops the pipeline.

 

it penetrates all ways of life

all borders, all villages & towns---

the pipeline kills everything in its path if it dare stand in the way

of its progress---

with black gold funneling back...

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Hey diddle diddle the cat and the fiddle
   when off to see a crooked man and woman
whilst cowards jumped over moo ving little
   pair of mismatched muggles, 
   who...

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1.


In an ahistorical fog:

all the Ways home,

all the signposts,

treacherously hidden 

by greedy men and women:

all eyes off the ball:

mere contemptible bourgeois folly.


2.


The rain is unending,

the wind howls,

the flooded river races,

its banks rapidly disappearing

in this darkness...

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When a plant
an organism
a biological system
is young,
this is nature's season
for segregation and simplification,
specialization.

Time to ego grow internally
toward full flowering
and re-seeding maturation.

Just so,
when a plant,
an ecosystemic planet,
an individual's lifetime,
a nation-state's cultural lifeline
reaches historic maturity,
mid-life crises of...

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They say you don’t know what you got until it’s gone.
Well I am here to tell you it’s true.

I never knew how much I looked to my mom for her advice. 
I really suppressed the...

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A poem unlived
is a poem merely written -- 

sustenance our words

let the body digest with heartfelt
regurgitation – a poem unlived
is a poem merely written
 
as well as tasty center, a healthy chew
needs skin-like peachy, tickly...

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I will bless the Lord at all times his praise  shall continually be in my mouth
My soul shall make her boast in the Lord the humble shall hear there of and be glad O,...

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

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It was one of those chance encounters; the Common Room, 
mid-morning on a brisk April day. She bounced in with a radiant smile 
and absent-mindedly scanned the newspapers. I was reading a magazine.
At loose ends,...

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The Headless Warrior



The creation of a civil war and a people that is not set free
Is like the blind leading the blind
And the person at the helm cannot see
That he has no vision and is...

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My Narrative Reportage for 8/8/2018

Darkness engulf the room, in my dream,
The summer knaves logo theme, heats the city
like rows of open pizza ovens:
and Just in time for the after crop over party:

While the rain drops...

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PATHS THAT CROSS

After crossing paths with a parent of two of my former students 
it instantly occurred to me…
how our paths that once crossed everyday…now cross infrequently

I immediately remembered her smile and how her family...

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The Pentecostal Biblical Version
     The Secular Version

Part of The Protestantism Christian Sect;
     A Christian group of souls is gathering

Pentecostal Faith church group in prayer,
   ...

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