Long Mimed Poems

S/he wonders why
when we breathe in
our left sides
feel right mind dominant
when our rights inside
feel LeftBrain capital deviated,

Dysfunctional
disappointing
disharmonious
sad and lonely 
dissonant
disturbed
unbalanced
uneased

Constipated
blocked
trumped

Stuck
obstructed
oppressed
suppressed
repressed
not fluently holistically impressed,

Pressured
disabled
disenabled
feminized
marginalized
enslaved
disempowered

Unenlightened
unarticulated
not understanding
not cooperatively experiencing
co-investing in questioning

Why we continue longing
for bicameral win/win engagement
of all...

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I was once argumentative, though I am not at all proud of the fact,
I was extremely opinionated, expressing my views with little tact.

It is not that I was malicious, but I really thought I knew...

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I was a celebrated, dramatic mime artist, an art developed in ancient Greece;
I took folks on flights of imagination, like cushy, butterscotch clouds of fleece.

So beloved was this art called re-creation, that it had for...

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Under the tree in Africa, we sap strength
from the songs of the sparrows before sunlight.
as we walk to the farm, the 
morning breeze brush our 
body from the billowing branches.
We pick up our hoes and...

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Murmur no things
or strings of sounds...
Could not care less
more-ish whispers
were Wicked
Whips of Words-
Weighted.
Tongue- lashing sharp
fork- tine Torture.
Cat-0-nine-one-one-tales...
Thirty-nine...
Forty-less-one
thrashing...
thrashing...
Thrashing...!
                  ...

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Once upon a time, my life was a fairytale.
I didn’t see anything wrong with it.
Then I opened my eyes.
And saw all the previously hidden shit.

Once upon a time, a was a happy, young child.
I was...

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Induced Interludes

Twilight disrobes a soundless star
It claims some gentler theme from me
Caught lingering in a unified bestilled embrace
Beneath a unique spotlight of its gleaming afterglow
          ...

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Mama's Golden Pond Cried


Mama loved to chew 
off the Golden Pond
bone
chew the fat
of their autumn leaves, 
dressed in splendor,
a scenic lake and cabin,
her pseudo stage,
of her new found barbies,
smiling at her
smile they did
so minted the...

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Grinding you in the coal black mortar of my expectations,
I know your substance is not one to powder under impact
And yet I work here, feverish, to prove my trepidations wrong
I grind you, harder against the...

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Nocturnal go betweens as I wish wonder why and
pine and ponder the thrill of you, in-sensed
enraged plight unforgiving unkind-blistered
human frality relentless fingers grip and squeeze
the terrified emotion from a craving heart strong
with beaded bridled bullshit;...

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Time Changed Words

Olden days
Days so golden
Golden then
Then not at all
All wish them so
So wished away
Away in time
Time was quite lost
Lost daydream style
Style your hair
Hair style is new
New slim fit blouse
Blouse blue is mind
Mind your step
Step...

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My perception of God never does anything accidently he’s mistake free no debates/
He has a conception for everything he creates or how he intakes and crates/ 
Every person was designed with a purpose in mind...

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How mysteriously mythical
And mystical you look
Magnificently minute 
Maritime majestic migrants
More than marginally manic
Mesmerizing meanderers
Masterpieces
Peacefully going about
Your business
Magical make-believe
Monarchs of the sea
Upright and elegant
In your mannerly march

Moonstruck prone to 
Misfortunes and misadventures
Oft mostly monologuing 
In monotonous...

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Last Laugh 
© Ben Burton

Petrified slaves
Worshiping stars
Nobles and knaves
Uncaged in the dark

Gallantly fought
Gamely defended
Quietly wrought
Uproaringly rendered

Hearken to clues
Enriddled in rhyme
Ladled from pews
Instinctively mimed

Fault the accursed
Who spun the foul thread
When empty the purse
Faith's soothsayers fled

Displaying naught
But...

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Gone now is all reason, 
as if she needed any more 
A princess awakens lonely, 
just like in days of yore
Her prince left much earlier,
through a gargoyled secret door,
Its passage led to lower levels,
walls curved...

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The Captain had a penny whistle 
Which he wore around his neck
And he played it every morning
As the crew danced on the deck.
Sometimes it was a Hornpipe
Sometimes a Palais Glide
As the crew danced fore and...

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The last journey.

The clouds are darkened grey,the light it starts to fade,it whispers in my ears, its time to go away. For years I've fought this battle, I've kept the fight at bay, but now...

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Hands tick in motion but I hear naught         
of the onslaught of killing time depicted. 
Minutes run past me in tarred darkness
as the visions in my brain...

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Dedicated to Jazmine Russell

Another
   angel has affallen
Before
   she, stands she.
Corrupt,
   she was not,
Demanding,
   she was not,
Everlasting
   beauty, she was.
Fell
   for her, i did...

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As the woods mimed gently
In the morning breeze like a ballet dancer.
The mother lilly
Beheld that holy thing
Begotten of her
Like the blessed Madonna the little child in the manger.
There, her seed lay asleep
To care for anything...

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(…and while He had said these things, while they beheld, He was taken up; and a cloud received Him out of their sight…Acts 1:9)

Beyond that cloud I know I will find you someday.
Someday like you...

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Beautiful Siren from a distant sea
Doctor Donovan wrote of their Mastery 
Aquatic, seduction enchants me…

Merman disguised the Light in his eyes
Sang the songs that a heart finds nice
Extending a hand he unraveled his web
And my...

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Things were great we had a good time
All was meant and nothing was mimed
I loved you so much you knew and could see
Without you my sould would never be free

Days all alone but nights on...

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FOR MARY MAGDALENE

Between necessity and freedom I was crucified
Perceiving Himself endlessly on the cross
Yet aware, as an onlooker, petrified
My vision that never was, would be His loss.

I mimed too, as they hammered in the nails
Once...

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I see you in your innocence.
In the rain you sat and banged your drums and mimed your song.
Your smile was pure enjoyment. Of loving life that had really just begun.
You caught me as your head...

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