Long Polishing Poems

"White Noise and the Mother Load of Dark Matter" 

underneath the static
what exists 
is never seen nor heard

for what it truly is 
the eyes and mind 
retaliate in the deciphering

the invisible return 
each night and...

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There is always something to write about
I don’t know what you are talking about
There is always something to write about
So take out your pen and spell it out
I was trying to book a ticket for...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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You’re like a backpack, jam-packed with memories of High School’s fun times and hard times…I know I had weaknesses back then; in addition, I had strengths that I still lack
You carry everyone’s weight including my...

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Part 1



Genecia, was an angry girl. Actually, Genecia was always angry, 24/7, 365 days a year. This was even reinforced by her own mother, who told her often enough
Genecia, you were born angry. Well, if...

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Dear Budding Poet,

Modern poetry is a mix of new and old with modern styles created by bending or even breaking the rules of old forms to create new ones.
Express yourself any way you want to...

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Sometimes I feel the rage when you throw dirt in my face
Sometimes I feel the rage when destiny is locked behind the gate
Now I understand why people kill and commit such a terrible sin
The murder...

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One day a placid platypus was playing in a kitchen. He had discovered that there was often much to sort and much to sort was often much fun. Other platypuses did not realise how much...

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I can hear the drums beating
They are beckoning me to come
I can hear the drums beating
Murmuring what is taking me so long
I can hear the drums beating  
And it is singing a merry little...

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He always dreams big on just about everything
He has been doing this since he was a child
And sometimes his imagination runs wild.

He likes to pull things apart and appear in the dark
and when you miss...

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"Sitting with Koans" 

Zazen sits zafu'd in the zendo
with the poetic monkey minds
echoing the sound of two hands clapping
producing sound bites bitten like Botticelli reprising
polishing red apples for eating the shining

listen to the sound of...

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I AM A Foster Child THAT FAUGHT AGAINST SOCIETIES STIGMA 
    In a world off track from thoughts like mine.  
In a dream, rewinding back, are the hands of time. 
...

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I am just dragging around the town carrying this heavy weight in my body when my normal weight is a hundred and ten pounds and that’s the weight that will take me to where destiny...

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Wrath
Here I stand, upon
This hill, this hell of gunshots,
Pouring blood, whiskey,
Cadavers made into walls;
Unashamed generals lead
Color-adorned men
To untimely demises,
No food, no water,
But you must not leave The Cause,
For you have been called to fight
On the...

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My life, like everybody else’s, is a treasure trove
with a mine from which one’s treasures are derived.
The familial bonds we form are platinum; our friendships gold.
These are precious ores that most souls are born to...

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A mind inquisitive will find
while looking out upon the world
that myriads of whys unwind
from raveled webs in queries whirled
by skies above and realms below.
There’s always more than we can know.

If contemplating mysteries
of life’s existence here...

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I believe that poetry is and of is was were have has been of as one pretenses a 
poetic practical pompous, pro  (p) ransomedramatical  postenses
pretending to prose promise a 
predictive premise primatory practicum...

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Police sirens are blaring
Outside my tuckered apartment walls.
The red and blue lights consume my room,
Provoking me – threatening me. 
The sound – deafening.
It is the night, the best time to hide,
Under the cloak of the...

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Cobblestone Echoes
                          by Odin Roark

Ancient stone
keeper of darkness
of auras reaped...

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To President Joe Biden

Anecdote : It is an ode to poetry, nothing personal, nothing satirical, and the ultrasound is a personal experience of further need in contemplation of my left breast, where unwanted growths gave...

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I am paradise when my heart sings with riddles that only understood by the responding heart...
I am the rocket only when my emotions backfires the truth that has never been told before...
I am the calabash...

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My mother is a river. 
Not a calm, deep river, lush with fish and plants, flowing by gently and powerfully...but 
a thick, white rapids, furiously polishing the jagged rocks into marbles. 
There is no room...

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Written: March 31st, 2025, for contest, Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann

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After basking in yesterday's afterglow, 
I divested my vestments
to shift in cognitive...

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February 4 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Leviticus 13-15

Key Verse– Leviticus 14: 1-2 And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, This shall be the law of the leper in the day of his...

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June 21 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Psalms 144-150

Key Verse – Psalm 144:1 Blessed be the LORD my strength, which teacheth my hands to war, and my fingers to fight.

LORD GOD, YOU ARE...

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