Long Objectifying Poems

The Narcissist In Our House

There is a person with narcissistic personality disorder
In our house.  This fellow is loved by some who want
To keep him where he is.
How do we know he suffers from this...

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Does non-verbal communication
sometimes also mean pre-verbal action,
with unlanguaged intuitions
preceding calculating language
LeftBrain labeling and commodifying
objectifying RightBrain subjective feelings
to their logically languaged conclusions?

Does non-violent communication
sometimes also mean pre-violent fortunate
and threateningly unfortunate
critical rhetorical events
pre-compassioned,
positive and negatively impassioning behaviors?

Actively...

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Look closely,  feel the harmless heat 
enveloping black-diamond 
         petals in the glistening
            garden of...

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A sigh escapes still, immune to overt silence, unabashed...justified
Another teardrop enters the infinite pool of resilience, uplifting...reinforcing
   Another hand empathizes--
          touching, impulsively putting one's...

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I want to write to be inspirational.
I want to write so others won’t fear to be confrontational. 
I want you to read my works and say “Damn that was motivational!”
I want to be the one...

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Have you asked yourself...

How do I percieve the world,
what is object reality?

What are these sources
of abject identity,
alienating values which
further seperate sensible unity...
significant to whom and what,
obligatory to how and when,
the free spirit of autonomy versus,
past...

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Colors of orange and blue,

Cascading through,

A calm and pleasant,

Balancing hue.

The pleasure running through me,

Can very easily,

Take control of me,

Stealing our energy.

Creativity falls below,

Disrupting the flow.

Then duality,

Throws another blow.

Emotions start to grow,

Into an energy overload,

I'm about...

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Oh, Winter it is time for you to put away your white coat,
and to roll up your tattered blanket once so beautiful;
time for me to put away my cozy comforter;
and my red toboggan still dwelling...

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For children, summer is swing sets and slides,
ice cream or snow cones, carnival rides,
the school bell’s last ring as kids flee the school,
hot dogs at ball games and days at the pool.

It’s pitching a tent...

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My front porch is my throne today
as I rest in my swing.
The birds and squirrels are at play.
My wind chimes softly sing.

Green grass and my grand ancient trees
have moved my pen to write
of them, of...

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Oh Younger Self!

Don’t be behind at saying what you want, 
Just because you never did have the font, 
Regression exists in us if we fail to specify, 
Objectifying later, our questions to quantify.

Believe only in...

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Brown eyes, brown haze drinking me in, making me yours; objectifying me. 

But I am mine, yet you stand there and right me in the ways you believe are wrong.

I have withered and died a...

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Spring is a colorful salad
Roses are her radishes
Marigold her croutons
Lilacs in her dressing, dribbling sweetly
She is tossed in wind storms

Spring is a tasty salad
She uplifts the diners
She delights the songbirds
She nurtures the baby lambs
She brings...

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Hidden in plain sight
Enigmatic space abounds
Omnipresence quiet
Beyond skies, below ground

Objects crystallised therein
Of which we too are one
Awareness in each within
As subject, objectifying the sun

Unified space, singular awareness
Flowing through flickering transience 
Imbibing from each consciousness
Experiences garnered...

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My bathing suit under a sundress
I race to the end of the dock
where my adirondack chair calls to me

A canoe glides by in the distance
and a blue heron is poised for breakfast...
the placid lake awaits...

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Those leaves, like fire before our eyes,
fell down as flames from autumn skies,
then twirled like feathers to the ground
to weave a blanket wrapped around.

Like a chameleon, fall leaves turned,
from scales of green to crimson-burned.
With brushstroke...

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Maybe I am more than I know and maybe I breathe deeper than I feel it
Maybe there's more to life than I know 
More than my bedroom even though I enjoy the dark blue walls...

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With practised ease he scans the page
absorbing all he reads
objectifying everything
assimilating needs.
Redistributed word and line
subliminally home grown
presented as original
reference unknown.
The metal of another forge
he promotes as fire grown
this counterfeiting wordsmith
without anvil of his own.
Displaying mediocre...

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Spring sprinkles perfumes through the air
Then from her palette's rich supply
Skims pastel shades through primrose woods 
And paints the vibrant butterfly.
A robin fiercely guards her nest
For cyan treasures lie within.
Keen honey bees sense nectar's lure
As...

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