Long Persistently Poems

People, Places, and Things I Didn't Know I Trusted

I rather suddenly, and belatedly,
realized I trust the highest and best use for language,
for every community and communication of faith,
for every school and pedagogical political enculturation,
for every...

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Know Thyself
(one of the two Delphic commands of Apollo)



For years before the narrow windows of my senses
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For years before the narrow windows of my senses
                          ...

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Please help yarn hexed door neighbor...

Yours truly pinned down by invisible 
vestiges of coronavirus and
getting attacked from angry plague 
of buttons, plus huge spools of yarn
grossly mistook me for human sock 
to seal and line...

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While I was walking through a meadow, of blooms and sunshine,
I stopped to spread my blanket, for a gay picnic at lunchtime.

It was very pleasant, and I had brought many good things to eat.
Afterwards I...

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by DipolarTaoist G. O. Dillenbeck

These invite your most integral multiple choice responses.

Please choose your one best answer,
recognizing you may often find more than one choice
resonant with your own experiences,
beliefs,
and/or interior and exterior climatic feelings
of belonging/not-belonging.


Would...

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Absolute deafening silence...

during and after a moderate snowfall
today January 19th, 2024,
within Southeastern Pennsylvania
and elsewhere across the Eastern Seaboard,
whereby blanket of whiteness
muffles sounds of civilization.

I hate a spoiler alert
regarding weather forecasters prediction,
especially when meteorologist
wannabe spouse doth...

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***Part 2 -last part- of the series, Not Focused (written entirely by J.W. Earnings)***

Hear me out in the dark woods of my bewildered mind and save me from evil deeds
I am intrigued by Your spiritually...

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Next few days August 2049

Early morning dawning everything 
Was wondrous wild flowers 
Sprawling. 10:35 am Polly called 
Molly just to shot the breeze so
It seemed. "Hey Molly. Um uh can I visit you
 Maybe for...

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(This song took a while for me to write due to a lot of editing, but it's finished at last! And now, I would like to share it with all of you! Please leave a...

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Love wants nothing to do
with the everyday affairs of men.
Love's only intention
is to catch the lover!

Rumi

God wants nothing to do
with the routine affairs of men,
God's only intention
is to catch the lover's attention!

I wonder if Freud's...

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RHYMES FOR SHARED TIMES

Maintain shared possessions - clean, tidy and in working CONDITION
Share responsibilities, or allocate them in a fair and balanced PARTITION

Keep your promises and earn TRUST
Be as truthful as possible and do not...

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I am struggling
to avoid that "I told you so"
mean
and self-congratulatory voice.

I do feel under-appreciated
but I don't feel any happiness
about the Virus
as vindicator of my beliefs
about the political and economic power
of public health and safety platforms,
which...

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Nothing in Excess
(the second Delphic maxim of Apollo)



A mixture of the brute and the divine
                    ...

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No skills involved,
just natural instincts.

No spiritual development skills, 
leftbrain worded messages 
about rightbrain instinctive 
natural/spiritual, 
indigenously multicultural 
yang-out/yintegrity resonance 

Like singing and dancing, 
sucking and copulating, 
olding and young scolding, 

Persistently historic 
resilient 
LeftBrain verbal...

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I wonder if our reasons
for growing random acts of violence
are similar
to our dwindling random acts of reasoned healing,
kindness,
gratitude,
unrequited love,
uncommodified,
unconscripted,
unscripted,
uncontained
restoring cooperative ecopolitical relationships forward
not just because this is our right and healthy familial thing to do
but...

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Broken dreams don't die. 
They bleed. 
They cry out for somebody to believe, believe me everybody cries sometimes. 
Even me 

Have you ever wondered what happened to those dreams we ignore 
Do they turn into...

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Waking up to despair,
sadness,
bone-tired at war with a beeping alarm clock,
an alarming list of immediately urgent responsibilities
without an opportunity in sight,
or at least not this first despairing fright,
at end of night.

If this sounds familiar
as at...

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Emma’s Garden

Flowers of infinity descendants of Divinity florals displaying on Earth
Within their symmetry of exotic imagery guiding love and light to birth
Botanical beaming with Delphian dreaming swaying Oracles of mirth
Upon roses bleeding crimsons meaning pricked...

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Taking a nap became super busy and hot
What could become of the dream she got?
Keeps coming back to hunting eyes' jot
Viewing afar her possible lot
Maybe or not would be as plot
Or probably weird off frank...

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Life or death
is a left-brain dominant cultural assumption,
While right-brain is more comfortable
with life and death,
health and pathology,
nuance of co-arising dipolarity.

Environmentalists
shout for sustainability!
Ecologists calmly advocate
polycultural energy resilience
to recreate wealthier dynamic ecosystems

While warm psychologists
and embracing psychiatrists
listen for...

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It has been ages since the laughter died, which was many suns ago,
Soon swept away by fleeting time, like the brief giggle of a rainbow.

My vacant halls now are silent, and the flower garden is...

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With words alone they knock me off my feet
At class they push me around and call me freak
Should I do the same, sell drugs on the street,
Stoop to these filthy rats when I'm at my...

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THE TRUMPIST VOTE: A satirical Persian poem and its English translation, by the poet himself.

POST / SHARE / FORWARD / PUBLISH (with attribution--please)

NOTE: In addition to this translated poem, to see some of Moji Agha's...

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I was a professional landscaper, with passion for nature, and a green thumb,
Like passions of smothering, dreamy nighttime, to which we gladly succumb.

My work took me to many gardens, set in the butterscotch zones of...

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