Long Navel Poems

We are each a new way of bilateral becoming and thinking
about what a mind with body is,
where these are headed,
individually,
and as a part.

Thinking about what embodied consciousness is
and where,
in what stable climates of opportunity,
and which...

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(Somewhere in late 18th-century Europe a friend, Laetitia, by way of a letter warns her beloved girlfriend, Euphoria--a young, gay and unsuspecting mistress--against the almost inevitable seductions of the infamous and maundering philanderer, Melancholia.).



Dear Euphoria,

...

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"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities"



Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing
Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open
as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over 
amber gold wild bush...

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Part I

Where gladiators fought for life,
we meet to fight for love
The constellations in the Roman night sky,
celestial spectators, bathe the Colosseum
in the white blood of light
The night is throbbing with the heat of our battle,
our...

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To faith communities
and fraternities,
brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
and sororities,
local non-profits
and friendly neighborhoods,
mediators
and counselors,
cooperative associations,
trauma-informed learning theorists
and practitioners for resilient
mind/body peace,

Do not deceive yourselves.
Continuing to gaze and daze 
on a monotonous monocultural path

Disassociating 
internal v external
navel v social 
my...

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Georg Cantor. Chasing infinity. I must!

He was a very lonely man
Tortured by desire to understand
The world and the God’s mind 
Like a fearless seasoned sailor 
He embarked an elegant boat 
Of extreme mental endeavor 
With...

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Part-1: Preamble

God loves us, so He split Himself in two
Motionless as space, kinetic as time
Shiva and Shakti; truth known to but few
As the word of God - Om sounded life's chime

God's vibration caused a ripple...

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Aphrodisiac (18+)

 We got beaten by the rain on our way home
Looking so wet and feeling cold all home alone
She is not my bride and I'm not her groom
She is not my girlfriend and I'm...

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Virgil comes to group therapy every week in his pick-up truck with his dog, Buster, standing in the bed of the truck. The sessions are held for veterans of Korea and Vietnam. Quite a few...

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Yesterday I heard a happy Republican
crediting President Trump's self-proclaimed successes
to his training and experience with consumer-driven accountability;
meaning,
I presume,
his for-profit experience with market-driven consumerism.

Now I realize this for-profit wealth of experience
outside Washington,
untainted by prior government experience,
appears...

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If John 3:16 is read as,
For God so loved Earth
that S/he gave up Her only begotten-beloved Child,
so all future regenerating generations
might have eternal timeless love lives.

it doesn't feel quite right.
It doesn't even sound rational,
nor consistently...

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My umbilical scar is hollowed out
Now it's like a tiny wormhole on my belly 
Its a cherished remnant of the coil that nourished me into existence 
I still feel a little tug through my bell...

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The same speech before hardly could bit me
So that were redden both my cheeks for shame,
And after gave  me comfort as to free;

So used to be the spear, I felt the same,
Of Achilles and...

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You rock me wildly
 To the black rhythms of juju music from the radio;
 Drinking horn in hand.
 Not too drunk to tread
 The course of blue, warmth
 And moaning shadows behind batiste curtain.
 Waves...

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I had an old auntie called Mable
Who could drink men under the table
She’d tell folks of her gout
Sup up six pints of stout  -
then stagger to the loo when able!

11~23~16

WRITTEN BY JAN ALLISON


My paternal...

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Heart, tempestuous and wild
Delights in the dance of contrast
Although knowing it will not last
Frolics about like a playful child

Mother and Father join the play
Name of the game is separation 
Hide and seek, before their union
Foiled...

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Always envious of gifted individuals with neat hand printing/writing

Gnome hatter heroic measures taken
moost ludicrously asinine,
nonetheless hoop fully
me legendary penta meat herd bovine design

of modest fellow (me) will endure as divine,
no matter not one bloody poetic...

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( an informal poetic)


So I found it! The very essence of my soul, the eventual becoming 
Of my living form to travel to the unseeable future of everything.
So I found it! Beneath the blankets, beneath...

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She smiled at him, from a distance.
Imagination, betraying trust.
Mesmerized; he moved towards her.
His heart was racing, his mind.

Looked liked she landed from heaven.
Wearing a yellow skirt, red tops.
And a laced white jacket over her,
Perfect bosom
Her...

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Habitants of the wilderness;
Identify their beauty and acknowledge it-
They wear neither clothes nor makeup.
Yet,they still appreciate their differences;
Each of them in their innocent making.

I am a resident of the human kingdom,
I am a descendant of...

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He had tasted her cherry lips before
And yet, he lingered there
Gauging her response
Wanting her to know
She was in control

She kissed him back
Her tongue licking his lips
As she molded her form into his
Surrender in every limb

He...

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Part One

                 Still the din dashes about in his dreams
now louder in the spacedout quiet:
an occasional auto-rickshaw backfiring revving
spluttering...

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My sweet child
My daughter
Be on guard
Be on guard of the man
Who plays on your heartstrings…
Not with flirtatious smile
Nor with flexed muscles
Not with devouring eyes
Nor with intellectual prowess
Or clothes so fine

No, these you can resist
You can...

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A Polite Warning. The Following poem is somewhat steamy. Not explicit, but explicit in
inference. If this sort of thing offends you, then please be considerate and don’t read
it. Thank you. 

Naked Flamenco

( A sultry summer...

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PROLOGUE
Biographies are for men who have a need to cry
To spell out what we remember is to subtract all
We forget, for knowing then nothing knew, a lie
Conjured by history, there's no a priori here at...

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