Long Penitents Poems

In Colchester, CT,
and possibly in your town too,
we have a LongTerm ReCoVery Committee
looking at 20/20 prevision
for post-pandemic climate health revisions
for wealthy local and global EarthJustice.

So, what have I noticed
that might be economically
and ecologically win/win useful?

In...

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Poem inspired by a 2013 Australian apocalyptic thriller movie known as, "These Final Hours". Depending on certain criteria, YouTube is running this movie in its entirety free for most, if not, some of its viewers.

In...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's Final Version " Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" Vowels " (final version, without the definite article, with the poet's corrections)  in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris...

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his last gasp was quite lengthy
trying to go out with a bang as usual
a rationalist manifesto covering his face
accompanied by a cotton field work song
his grip went slack under the torrent of images
fortunes have been...

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Surfeit of stalagmites barring, hampering my way
Clouds descending from heavenly heights
Obscuring my outlook in the rarified air
Mount Certes challenged all my senses
Aching muscles, pounding heart, gasping intakes of breath
But for all that I felt elated,...

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A Self-Tutoring Translation of RIMBAUD's " The Vowels " in Contemporary Terms

(" The Vowels " in the Paul Verlaine (first version) copy in RIMBAUD Œuvres complètes. Ed. by Pierre Brunel. Paris : Livres de Poche/La...

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the martyrs' dream remains unfulfilled,
we race toward immortality,
not having learned to live,
      searching for succinct sentiments,
      find only engineered impediments,
more to being than just becoming,
...

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Ecclesiastes 3 King James Version (KJV)
To everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

Time passes as the lay of the land calls 
the tread of the seekers and penitents.
The...

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Persephone’s Finger
By Sy Roth


It wormed its way to the surface.
Pointy finger tested the air, 
Wriggled in a sensuous Fatima dance 
Etch-a-Sketching the crepuscular sky above,
Shaming the heavens for what lies below,
Marking its inky darkness
While the...

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Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled 
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled 
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a...

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Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers reveled 
in the joy of the season. I left the house and struggled 
through the snow-clogged streets to meet a...

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...dedicated to John Barrick Cecil


Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season. 
I left the house and struggled through the cobbled streets
to...

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Tree branches bowed under the weight of the snow, 
like penitents kneeling, as Christmas shoppers
reveled in the joy of the season. 
I left the house and struggled through the snow-clogged streets
to meet a man I...

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(MaGowen’s Pizzaland Monroe, CT 2008)

The caterwaul of the jukebox blends seamlessly with the screech of infants, 
and the fumes of garlic hanging heavily in the air.

The true mama’s and papa’s are here, here where the...

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Togetherness 

Have you ever seen those beautiful sky paintings known as Fire rainbows?
You are one of them sparkling my life.

Have you ever seen those halos known as Ice crystal in the clouds?
You are one of...

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Await the zenith of the sun,
cross clay courtyard a beckoning
barefoot walked, heartstring undone,
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

Soundless clarion of tears fall
toward absolution’s bright blessing,
within the domed sabil I call...
Oh Lord, there’s love, no reckoning.

The...

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Have I lost the way? I cannot see her track
I’ve spent so long in pursuing them the pack
of beasts who stole my love
I will not cease this task
Oh Gods Just a hint is all I...

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Park Bench #286
Boston Common
Christmas

Colder, less comfortable,
holding court with
weakly trembling sun
I offer my scant refuge -
a silent moment - awaiting
life’s unrepentant penitents.

I listen as regret
stings the faded paint
of weathered necessity,
as tears make me cry
for the rain.

I...

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The world has not ended though the penitents wait
at Chichen Itza, and Tikal sentient's pace. 
Yet, one more prediction one more failed debate 
perhaps, a new age will come filled with true grace. 
Life is...

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We all need a dose of Christmas in June, right?

                ******

...for Edna St Vincent Millay


Softly shifting, drifting starkly white, 
full...

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