Long Misapprehension Poems

Perhaps you hear and see a yet emerging trend
among TransMillennials,
those born at end of the second millennium
carrying and burying ourselves in the third,
yet to die Post Bi-Millennially.

We hear a son who knows,
as his cells know...

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It happens when you’re debilitated, laid-up, sick; 
random images, memories 
coalesce within the unoccupied reason of your mind.

Maybe you have a memory, standing on a hill, chilled, 
watching the final high school football game of...

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A Pantoum verse that might be such deep noisome,

repeating lines throughout the epic poem.


Not worthy getting honorable mention,

another utter true misapprehension.


In the poem, I tell a story, maybe

not a podium, but a doom huge day...

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A din ensued
my imaginary brood
with a good dose of misapprehension
hauled out their toys
and with a deafening noise
held band practice to demand my attention


My head resounded
I was astounded
as my voices insisted space be freed
then took up...

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Is, it, to be called classi?cation?
Or is it a destruction of paci?cation ?
Or are humans still to undergo humanization ?
In which being humane is considered main quali?cation
Which is not being achieved due to illusional mesmerization,
Should...

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Here come the tears again, 
Trickling down in warm resolve, warm acceptance, and salty silence

Here they are again,
Wounding my memories in all that calls to experience’s despair
Absorbing every collapse, and every mangled misapprehension
Misunderstanding the purpose...

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We had cried to the scorching sun
An expression of youthful forlorn
An orchestration to air our needs 
Peaceful but firm were our deeds 

Alas! the heralds of her arrival 
Our mother ! A hope beclouding hopelessness...

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Forgive when it’s a mistake.
It’s just an error, oversight or omission!
Or may be a fallacy, a gaffe, a faux pas or simple solecism.
Or even a howler or a clanger.
Ultimately it's just a miscalculation, misunderstanding, 
Misinterpretation,...

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The other day on my evening stroll
I thought of the many times
we are the victims of misapprehension.

In my reverie I met a man who stopped me
suddenly, and posed a question--at least
I thought I did, or...

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Now Burly Turly weren’t much tall,
In fact, I’d say the man was short—
But he was plum stout to a fault
And fer as nice, he was low a quart.

No matter how big the man was,
They knew...

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Torn away from the breast of primordial
again, I closed the circle inside the circle.
A fading swing through tenderness
is cut by the reason stone.
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And again - life joy
is pushing me towards devil-burning eyes.
Involuntarily, the tide is...

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