Long Minutia Poems

We are the unsung heroes of the predawn light.
No we may never have fought in a great war,
or saved a soul from the snapping jaws of death. 
People wave to us, but few know who...

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Our path, sometimes grows arduous with bends and twists.
Trials of life keep tormenting us and others.
It's miserable to watch or endure such suffering.
But despite all heartache, we feel we are not done.

When I see the...

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So, I'm told I have 100 billion neurons
(by someone ignorant of youth's indiscretions)
each with about a thousand synapses,
to connect its own specific grandeur or fear
to a grand of other neurons and their neuroses

and all of...

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how is it we look into the future
using only what what bends our fingers
with all the assumptions that keep us
on the daily throttle but less than safe
hidden from each others' true gaze
by acts of will...

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I have seen,
Time and time again, our rise and fall
But not what passes between. 
However, my reflection stays the same. 
As I ride through the brush and green mesquite
Late in the evening. 

And while the...

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I sit and watch. 

Changes come so slowly. 
So, vigilance is required,
an attentiveness to minutia.
There are layers of wardings 
erected        between
the watch 	and I. 

Thoughts, which flit and...

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Whisper Of Your Soul
       (Soul Listens On A Whisper)

Murmurs soft are sensed, mimic nature, diaphanous clouds spread wide
Settle softer than a translucent butterfly on spring light snow
It is the...

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He had blue eyes,
and each time I passed,
they pierced me.  

I notice the details.
An odd thing I do. 
Fixating on the minutia and wondering. 

He wore robes.
The one under, white.  
The one on...

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So Why Be Filled with Sorrow?

Instead of with sorrow, read my poems tomorrow
And a whole book of them may be able to borrow
Which I never started and haven't written yet
So will have to go to...

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Bury my heart in trivia. 
Keep my mind stuck in minutia.
The dam internet's a sham, 
designed to drive man, 
off the road into distraction. 

Keep me from knowing what is right, 
directed by detours to...

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Thank you for my sentience
and giving me time to use it
thanks too, for some ebullience
and wisdom given to choose it

Thank you for lovely scents
wafting toward my memories
giving some sweet recompense
building up life's treasuries

Thanks too for...

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            As I sat ...
 
                  ...

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Ever refreshing to my being
As the dew that fell on Hermon

Bringing new life to the seared psyche
of this particular earthly vermin

Designed to be made in your image
I regularly miss the mark

Treating this momentous opportunity
as little...

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anal retentive is so inventive
it thinks up things it hadn't oughter
equating intrusion with goaled incentive
requiring minutia without giving quarter

so processes demand greater complexity
measuring quantitative numbers and sets
procedures create a mess in front of me
with analysis...

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a large unidentifiable creature
was washed up bloody on the beach
and a four km long circular structure was spotted
slowly crawling across the ocean floor
elliptical bases held up by pillars
are resting underwater outside the coasts
and there are...

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The grand cosmos gifts us
    With both mystery and discovery.
        While the intellect grows with more
         ...

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Every bend in the winding cliff road
Brings a new vista, a new post card.
Crashing waves that beat on ancient rocks..
Depth of emotion that leaves you breathless.

It brings an appreciation for life,
Begs to find the truth...

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Crystal-like 

It is sad to be a limpid snowflake
                          ...

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Have we rebuilt the tower of Babel
With weary words of wireless babble?
Do somnolent thoughts surf synapses
On tidal waves of vacuous verbs?

So tasteless, as baseless, and faceless
Secret voices clamor, “I am here”
In clusters of blabbing barnacles
Encrusted,...

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invisible to all, she sits and she talks to
no one in particular,  only the 
voices in her head respond to her chatter
is she really invisible? 
she has so much to say but no one...

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MINUTIA OF THE MOMENT

Material things seem to be there
Seconds away
By the way
They become solid rocks
As time performs 
Smaller functions
Around the obvious
Clocks move by 
In trivial circles
And unsavory company
Go unnoticed
Focused on the notion of swallowed nothing
Always...

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