Long Permeable Poems

Tonight the act of naming fell through the floor.
We speak permeable solids inflect’d by light.
Things move indistinctly: a pine palette floats
momentarily from semi truck’s bed, crosses
its body with windshield; ovidian shift from a
Forest to an...

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An important difference
between climate health (win/lose toward win/win thrivalist)
and climate pathology (win/lose toward lose/lose non-survivalist)
is a discerning capacity
to invite slow-reweaving 
deep sacred learning relationships
Rather than further incite fast-unraveling shallow unrelationship
between ego-nature secularity
and Earth-nature immanently-sacred identity
and...

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Can blackwater lilies 
sing forth sonnets 
of daylight and 
unsung those 
cacophonous notes 
of omen, which 
rhymed with 
sombre elixir 
of spruce rivulets and 
veiled your crimson 
touch of life, 
in eons of unforgivable 
death?...

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this existence is meaningless
i don’t understand
i don’t understand
why me? 
the cliché echoes in empty air
but is amplified in my soul
as no other question
holds such validity
as this.

this existence is meaningless
i am out of control
the tears that...

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Duet between Omodele Oluwabunmi and Wems Henry Temmy speaks... cautiously 

OmO
Mother, I forget not thy words
When I was a score and half a dozen
“My daughter, let your heart hold my teaching "
But my heart was...

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Kids,
like adults,
who become ecologically active,
join in gardening,
urban, and suburban, and rural cooperative farming,
green environmental sciences,
school gardens as group art installations
and outdoor entertainment
and spirit/nature nondualistic humane-divine experience,
tend to be joiners and stayers,
sometimes annoying OpenSpace Occupiers

Who stray...

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Imagine your God's Eye view of Earth
blue-green revolving
around sunlight
under vaporous clouds;
dark shadowed nights
of windblown dynamite white silence
gusting and waning

Disturbed by city lights
and siren screams of inhumane terror.

From here
looking down my nose
breathing in and out, such...

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An inarticulate artist, 
I wanted to paint 
the lone life’s landscape,
            effervescent,
the construed course
of a river called desire
      ...

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WiseElder Circles,
planning family social,
and political,
and economic,
and environmental services,
rant on and on,
back and forth,
about feeding homeless people fast food fishy dinners
when we could, instead,
teach how to plan, then harvest and prepare,
a healthy sustainable diet
through all four...

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In a night of blue velvet,
when stars are open wounds on the dark sky of memory,
My thoughts intertwine in a slow waltz,
a dance of shadows and lights,
under the moonlight of consciousness,
Seeking that filtering barrier,
that silver...

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Entered politics on the Braille Ticket
agitating for better municipal lighting
for the long suffering curbside hookers 
and their various pimp coerced implants
his telephone rang  only at meals
the lives of the connected are not easy
for reasons...

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The discerning river moves
through the crowded valley woods
like an ancient crooked spine
beneath the vertebrae bridges of fallen trees
it's restless currents strum against strings
of rich green algae that cling
like eels onto polished stones
thrusting waves that curl...

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The first, carefree summer day a somnolent tune doth swagger
An intense heat hovers then releases a permeable dagger 
Sapped of inner resolve, at noon retired to shaded bower, a truant 
lagger
At eventide, resuscitated from the cool...

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A Letter to Myself



Should I give up writing
Seems all this bleating and wailing
Bemoaning this lot of love
I am allocated to feel
But never touch

Should I stop showing the world
Such a pitiful and pathetic face
As it twists...

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curious how this old soul
marooned here on this bleak unfulfilled
island wasteland of dreary dreams unfulfilled,
desiring a change into something more static,
let's see how it moves, this Promethean forged
mystical monster, see how it wrecks halls,
shakes earth,...

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As I walk and linger the only baneful bringer banished from multitudes
For the sky is gone no more descending dawn engulfed by my solitudes
Much pain to bare a seductive scare as I stand on the...

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Dreams in the Bunk
By Sy Roth

An aching tired eats away, 
Slurping at his soul 
Yearning wakefulness from the darkness.

He heaved. 
Sigh in a soft world of crimson-waving flowers
Dancing away to his numbers etched on him,...

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Every civilization has depended on water,
our Earth without it would be another moon;
blue oceans secure this nation from invasions,
but also cause destructive storms and death.

There's no other planet like ours, its waters
invigorate plant life, seasons...

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I have been mesmerised by an angel.
I have been allured into her arms.
By her touch,
By the soothing relief it brings.
Hands to permeable,
They would reach the souls of men..

In the sphere, of divinity and purity
She(angel) thought...

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Voice of the Universe

Inner voices gently sway and twist
into a spiral of nothingness
finding a place of surrender.

The venture we seek is far beneath, 
obscured and vigilant 
from what light reveals.

Our eyes have no capacity.

Our heart...

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1.Oh pitiful 
faintest of 
smiles 
seized by 
the night's 
weapon
2.In his 
fattest 
times he 
enchants 
from his 
dead 
memory 
the songs 
of Babel's 
lexicon
3.Finds for 
himself a 
better 
niche in 
the beach 
where his 
permeable...

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Silent saxophones sing the reverberating echoes, the songs of the night as chirping crickets conduct

Violin strings drip flavor into each moment with melodies like embroideries of serenades

Cream painted roses lie lusciously on helpless guitars scenting...

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A Walk in Solitude


As I walk and linger the only baneful bringer banished from multitudes
For the sky is gone no more descending dawn engulfed by my solitudes
Much pain to bare a seductive scare as I...

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You often pondered,  
behind your plastic door 
and pretentious smile, 
could I be her friend? The pressure  
of being needed could hijack 
your life, your perfection, 
your impassive popularity. 
 

Then you saw...

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My wall
The safe space that I hide
There, you don't exist
And I go on with my life

My wall is impenetrable
It can withstand a strong wind
Yet its permeable
It's where I decide who I let in

My wall has...

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