Long Monastic Poems

Brownian motion writ large...
within small medium 
as light brainstorm doth 
hail forth the following poem.

Across the realm of gray matter
slowly percolating within tissue
composed of neuronal, glial 
and endothelial cells, and although 
there must be biological...

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Yes, Jose,
this is another love letter
from anthroprivileged me
to LeftBrain dominant you
for multicultural us.

I'm still here
sinking into my deep blue camp chair
with feet resting on a weathered
wooden platform
for my monastic tent

Now folded
and masterfully squeezed into its...

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Strategically placed when raised 
Upwards
By your masterful and well 
Practiced hand.
To mingle with ever changing 
Skylines 
That frown down with arrogant 
Scowls
Upon the indigenous populous of 
This just and tolerant island.
To study and pontificate upon...

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the wealth of norman England is poised to grow
  towns enlarge, markets exchange, a fresh fertilising sprinkled culture
  kingdoms extend with numbers reducing
  old and new empires jostle, reshaping across continents and...

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she was only too aware that her own conception had been maculate

it had been not been a virginal birth and yet a blessed gift from God

	
	her mother a whore in the town’s creep joint

	father a...

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Back then, I’d never heard of Robinson Jeffers. My friend told us he was a famous poet and Tor House was where he lived with his family for much of his life. Definitely a stop...

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O' Cenobite, Dar'est Thy Soul Await

Alas! By what right is such assailing
amidst uproar, then half-truths a'telling
Does not morn gift upon grass falling dew
yet truth perseveres despite what others do
Aye! But 'tis not fickle applause a...

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III
Return

Patrick had to deter the robbers 
	And thieves he met along the road,
		Ward off viscious creatures,
	Yet steadily he strode
			Until, at last, he came upon
				A landmark he well knew
					And saw that he had triumphed over
				Obstacles not...

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I recall
from Catholic seminal
seminary daze,

Frocked monastic gaze
vowed nerve-systemic chastity,
self-sacrificing poverty,
political obedience
to a Great StraightMale Master
of God's paradise reclusive House
filled with sacred humane 
Men's Room Only vocations.

Yet I experienced these three
Green Commons commitments
in reverse Taoistic
NonZeroistic chronology
of...

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They say that good or bad, things happen in 3's, are best.

The Christians know of the Trinity, Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, there is also the 3 wise men. 3 Monastic Vows (Poverty, Chastity, and...

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Exhilaration runs thorough every pore.
With time’s wisdom, my doubts have vacated,
My eyes have opened like never before.
New discoveries keep me elated.

The Kensington rune stone I learned today
May have been carried by the Norse blood line,
Along...

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Circa Holy Roman Empire
between ninth
and thirteenth century
after common era

(approximately 800 AD and 1200 AD)
benchmark year 780 bracketed
Benedictine monks
Of Corbie Abbey
devised cheeky guttural lingual rapartee

vis a vis European
calligraphic standard script inked lined
writ via extant Irish and...

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In the midst of every crimson sky
you yonder...Every inch of the moment
that he reminisce, thinking of his yesterdays
remorse and sweet lullabies...Like a monastic
he tried to recall every illusion but not a facsimile.
He madly wanted to...

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In the midst of every crimson sky
he yonder...Every inch of the moment
that he reminisce, thinking of his yesterdays
remorse and sweet lullabies...Like a monastic
he tried to recall every illusion but not a facsimile.
He madly wanted to...

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Here she comes like shaft of the sun, walking,
As sullen eyes and widened mouth feast – 
Dubbed the slayer of love; the goddess of lust – all stalking
Libidinously like a fun starved beast
Beauty so hypnotic,...

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Author's note: After recently reading Elizabeth McCann's piece "Life and Everything", I was reminded of this piece that I put together some years ago. These are some "catchphrases" that I have encountered on my journey...

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Wan and weary in sultry heat
he walked on and on through dust and dirt
off the bustling street, looking for a shade

Paving his way through by lanes
at last reached a quiet spot,
full of green cover.

Like an...

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"Phenomonology"

time drips through
the lens of philosophy 
phenomonology melts
the solid realisation;
was all that time 
spent inconsequential, 
the purpose of it all
bought abruptly, 
for an expected cost
(for this annal
somewhere soft 
and vaseline-lensed, 
we anticipate, it is never
an...

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Some time ago
A late night supper
Was set for me
Steaming dishes
Plates
Glasses
Solitary salt and pepper 
In silver trim
All waited for me
On white linen. 

Finished
I sat back 
Drink in hand
Remembering
Life takes many roads
Some twisted
Others narrow and endless
Signs 
Glowing...

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Continued from Part 1

The City’s blur? A sepulcher for Christians, Muslims, Jews –
Cathedrals, Temples, vacant now, enshrine their residues,
for churches, mosques and synagogues abide without a bruise.

No cantillation, belfry bells, monastic chants inspire
and Minarets, though...

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I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
inside prophetic choices 
occupy BeLoved Community futures.

In this sacred space
we sing full time health resolutions,
ego therapeutic gospel by day,
and...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8AKSuBBTh7Y

External decorations of solid gold heralding entrances of Axi Mundi creation, paintings and sculptures of another era, sacred eyes await at the forefront. 
Feel free to enter in, peace, love, understanding, mystical adoration all here....

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Moonlight and Plankton in the Aegean



Near a beach in Amorgos
Kycladic moonlight
	lilting off
Aegean 
	waters illuminate 
the breasts of two young girls and
Plankton playing off back-lit silhouettes...

Our ketch undulates according to
The laws of Poseidon
While youthful want-to-be mermaids
Frolic...

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A plush monk’s life was my designation
Before the process of dissolution
Then back to now, fast extrication
From enforced seizure and desecration

A simple life it was for me
Amid fertile land, its fruits aplenty
The chapter house was full...

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I knew a man who always traveled,
 he worked hard and was ever on the go.
He said that he would like to own property,
 a Squire or Country Gentleman, as you may know.

I could not...

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