Long Pendulum Poems

When oppositional cognitive dissonance 
deflects focus from compassion,
I've learned to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time 
to where she began to feel alone,
marginalized,
siloed,
anxious,
neglected.

If...

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Not to play any blame game,
in this our new co-evolutionary capacity
for LeftBrained Language Enculturation
long become YangDominant associated
with 'civilization',
co-arising anthro-centrism,
including Earth's newer history
of revolution by Empirical Elitism.

Processes of empirical empire supremacy,
kill or be killed,
became not really...

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Was it a cruel twist of fate?
Sneering, laughing chance?
Perhaps something I ate?
A bad bout of happenstance?

It wrenched and tore at my gut,
A sickening, sober, foreboding sign.
Wretched chance it was not,
This time was by insidious design.

The...

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FICTIONAL BIO:

The missus asked me
(hitherto known as her bozo)
just mere moments ago
to craft humorous poem to glow
nsync with the shiny nose of Rudolph
keeping syncopated metrical flow
thus methought to crow
about being equally as foolish
streaking naked outside...

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Shortly after the naming they made arrangements to visit Jessica's home in Nordgrend.  Her father, Raðulfr, sadly, had also succumbed to the last ringing of life's chimes as time's pendulum could no longer be...

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Black hole soul


Head shrinking time, got to face up to my fears.
Still writing dark rhymes, like I have been for years.
Past my best yesterday, and I’m not even looking back.
Spent years in black holes; love...

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Poet:  Ken Jordan
Poem: A Raven's Curse 
Edited by:  Sparkle Jordan
written:  February/2015


        On a late January, (winters night),  when once wake eyes now sleeping,  dogs now howling, and cats now screaming -

       ...

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"Before the party begins,"
said the Permaculturist to her pupils,
Yang on the Left,
Yin twins on Right,
processing nondually,
"a brief reminder.
of how to enter a room with appropriate balance."

"This Party Door to life is not hinged for the...

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“Auld Lang Syne” - the most-sung New Year's Eve song

Courtesy Robert Burns
circa  (25 January 1759 – 21 July 1796)
the National Bard,
Bard of Ayrshire
and the Ploughman Poet.

Two hundred sixty one orbitz elapsed
since brief existence of...

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If Yang's powers are efficiency of outcomes,
whether positive or negative,
regeneratively sustainable
or strained out toward dissonant chaos
of runaway monopolistic monoculturalism,
which I believe economists call capitalism;

Then Yin's dialectal fluency is qualitative effectiveness,
whether nurturing health or pathology,
and all...

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He stared at the empty sheet in front of him. Everything had been said. Minstrel’s nightmare and it was only ten in the morning. Writer’s block. A poet arrested in void with nothing left to...

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'Twas the night of that particular evening whose noon-tide bade wondrous twilights and whose moon suffused in its consummated prophecy. Men perched themselves around balefully dire fires and professed eerie tales to themselves in unsettling...

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I think I found the prescription for the sickness behind my obvious problems 
Or I found the key that fits in the lock of the door of ignoring them
I’m not sure which one it is...

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i wrote this poem in 2007, just found it on Myspace:

I named it: 

*****************************Believe**************************************

As I strive to reach for the sky, 
I come across many people that prefer to lie.

They make up stories, and call...

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The Hypocrite


The Doubter hides behind religious guise,
Mistakes the raven for the pigeon in darkened skies.
His words beguile, twisting my skeletal fancy into a deceitful smile,
Espousing, “Darkness must be exposed by light”, all the while.
Release the...

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I saw a colonel in shadows arms dealing
I saw a chain of command red faced and reeling

I saw a disaster, the flight of the damned
I saw the wreckage strewn where it had slammed

I saw a...

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In my sanctuary’s hush, Poe’s tales I clasp,
Into his world, I plunge, a breath, a rasp.
Beneath the creaking floorboards, a heart's pulse
In my mind, it throbs and gasps;
Suddenly, I'm the culprit, in horror's vice, my...

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I ask for answers to my problem around midday, carpenters nailing tables beyond their voices. Thinkers building fence of gold, wiping the devil under the shadow of death. Callers piecing information together to make me...

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Written: May 09, 2024

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Crocheting needles waved her fingers from a self-disclosed mind

Texture and pattern set lines like predictive text and autocorrect

Wool over her eyes would know how to stitch up her soul-scape

No matter whether blanket or poncho woollen...

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after pros and cons discussed
     with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed
in favor, to launch stealth offensive
     spring time surprise raid,
which faux analogous military show of force,
...

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when Animal Farm is not a feeding manual

and Clockwork Orange strikes at midnight

Dali’s time piece warps under face value

and an eagle-eyed-cuckoo flies over its nest


beneath the cover of cotton candy clouds

she relieves herself into Magritte’s...

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Tick...
Time has moved on
but I’m standing still...
No matter where I go, I can never run away.
Gray, gray, gray, it’s all gray, everything, gray.
Tock...
They say you're at peace now,
so, I'm sorry if I'm being selfish
for craving...

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By dint of a right in tatters
impinging on terrestrial sight
that urged me to worldly matters,
I was struck with a parallel quite

unforeseen, in a Hubble view
which drew my fancy out of the blue,
a galaxy wreathed with...

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While eating my morning bread,
A sudden impulse struck my head,
What if my mother doesn't get paid
No food; a voice from inside said
So simply that means you are dead….

What am I thinking; my first question to...

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