Long Phobic Poems

Dear Bishop Michael Cote, Doctor of Divinity
through pre-historic untold ages
through reborn renaissance stages
through industriously energetic praises
through enlightenment phases
through empowerment dysphasia

Some of us lesser health care practitioners,
good faith social workers,
teachers,
parents and grandparents,
uncles and aunts,
and ecofeminist inter-religious...

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This foggy sky
darkly and relentlessly rains
especially for an early May morning.

He is not prepared for darkness
seeping through new-born leaves,
not yet full grown into this year's trunk-lacing dress,
soaking up from saturated soil,
slurping into his compassionately 
empathic...

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Last night I arrived very late
for a GRACE planning team meeting.
GRACE's mission advocates against
all things racist,
whether systemic
or the normal chaos of antipathy
and sin 
against everyday non-violent win-win
choices
policies
procedures
positions
platforms political and economic
sacred and secular
sociological and neurological.

I stepped...

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Such an interesting color, Rodger -
Green - like our mysterious calico eyes?
Yes?

You?
An idiot savant submits
into me - a blooming
garden of emerald delights? Like our
first encounter - regulated and raw (green).
Drawing our hunter-hued
curtains closed and tittering
in...

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In this lifeskills class in political economics,
we look at politics as healthy power
and economics as wealthy flow
of cooperatively held assets 
and win/win co-passionate resources,
investments in polycultural symbiosis
and disinvestments from monoculturing politics
bad relationships and nontransactions of...

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We've a third string coach running the team
who can't even remember his own play book
so a batch of amateurs 
are running the show
from the bench
from the trenches
of their minds

Its a play book mirroring  ...

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See me fast, feel me low, watch me strike
as I feel myself bottom blend slow into an aqeous blood slumber 
silk circulating all rotten terms as I fornunicate
the manicial social countermeasures I must employ
each day...

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Written: February 19, 2024
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Loving with a lucent locus is Lissom,
mooring a mystic's sibylline moves
as Felicity finds me,...

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The Greatest Gift of All?
(A Finite Human Lifespan)
There is pleasure in 'knowing' this life will be ending,
the space my flesh occupies 'opening up' for 'not me(s)'
though my life has been great (I'd say fun for...

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She slipped into the single’s club, 
where an assortment 
of horny guys and lonely hearts had assembled. 
Some were there hoping to find that "special" someone 
and some had come to chase away the blues,
...

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Our supposed modern scientific genius
May in fact just be our last fatal weakness.
This technological house of cards we've made
Left humanity walking along the edge of a razor blade.

How much could you buy or sell using...

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A paper and a pen 
I need a few to tell stories of my pain 
Not of what has passed 
But of that which is to come 
If this isn’t a curse tell me what...

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I imagine little house on the prairie
(bordering Lake Woebegone),
a place to hang cloak
most bucolic, edenic, idyllic...
apropos place for this poetic cowpoke,

who at present day trumpets
himself as token panhandler
of Perkiomen Valley, a
genteel, gentile, and gentle
Semite with...

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A paper and a pen
I need a few to tell stories of my pain
Not of what has passed 
But of that which is to come
If this isn’t a curse tell me what it is
Pink skin...

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Old Taoists,
anonymous 
universally unanimous
unitarian EcoFeminists,
always degeneratively die
regenerating Transcendentalists

Of no practical use
to humanist Liberals
or theocratic Conservatives

Except as in-between green/red 
non-violet ultra-transmediators
listening for non-violent trans-communicators,
democratic multi-dialoguers, 
poli-empowering facilitators,
transcendental noticers,
witness to EarthTribe's
Great Tragic/Comedic Transition

As seen and heard
smelled and...

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In your heels
                                ...

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Exploring lovesome impulses of quixotic themes
Promises we exchanged of allures romantic
Enticing maiden passions in realm of fantasies
Strumming heart rhythms’ emboldened music
Embellishing sweet lyrics of enchanted instincts,
Pursuing fervid dreams, longing forever bliss;

But only till you extolled...

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You're wonderfully made
A seat of my obsessions
Oh my brain!
You're marvellously created
To steer my well-being
Oh my cognition!

You brighten my esteem and deepen my ties
With acceptance and a sense of belonging 
So I avoid the lure of...

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On days such as this
When all lessons seem lost
I wander the forgotten labyrinth of my mind
Unable to recollect a single detail of it's construct
So many secrets lost I may never regain
The resulting numbness keeps the...

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Gluggy margarine marine grips keels
        Apex sun spreads sickly circle of lard
        Plugged lungs, gust momentum marred
    ...

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Newspapers 
 
 I read a few people read the newspaper anymore
I have in the shed the English written publication going back
twenty years also have some copies of the Guardian
which no longer sell their broadsheet...

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wouldn't it be a perfect day
the day we meet eye to eye
under the sun's beautiful gaze
of two souls meant to be one

i in my many tethered imperfections
transcended into a one crowned perfection
and you with you...

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The fear of my heart stopping, when I first say hello.
But worse would be if yours stopped, what a way to go
The fear of not seeing you after all of this long time
That fear is...

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The Iron Lung

Haunting in the shadows from the Fifties' years
turning up for unexpected shock,
why does it recapture all my hidden fears,
whether having known its ways or not?

Panic pulsates deeply in the iron lung,
phobia that swells...

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I had this terrific Idea for a poem 	                          ...

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