Long Preying Poems

"Open Oceans"



Kneeling on pearls
wisdom preys

praying
preying

hungry hearts
count the days 

wasting away
in all that preying 

for prayers 
to be answered

children become
strangers

reading 
strange words

finding 
themselves puzzled

genuflecting to a deity
they do not know, nor wish to

fumbling
mouths closed,

swallowed hole
in the...

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We need to talk.

Is this one of those times
where you need to talk
and I must pretend to listen
while you rant?

Well, yes,
if you could extend this favor.

Your topic?

Social Darwinism.

Isn't that the birthplace of unfettered Capitalism
and Fascism
and...

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Sad place when Lucifer sits behind a desk allowing severe repeat violent offenders to give false statements falsified documents in order to frame innocent persons from behind bars after over 20 convictions queen pin drug...

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“The Splice of Life”



When colour 
was to be 
washed out
of the world 

the evil ones 
didn’t care

the Actor led 
with his 
Dementors 
either side of him

Laundry, 

they resolved 
to be the best 
pristine method 
for...

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To faith communities
and fraternities,
brotherhoods
and sisterhoods
and sororities,
local non-profits
and friendly neighborhoods,
mediators
and counselors,
cooperative associations,
trauma-informed learning theorists
and practitioners for resilient
mind/body peace,

Do not deceive yourselves.
Continuing to gaze and daze 
on a monotonous monocultural path

Disassociating 
internal v external
navel v social 
my...

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Beware of pirates without a ship
like rebels without a transportive WinWin cooperative cause,
like ego-politicians without sacred ecological-economic portfolios.

One of the ways we communicate cooperative values
and choose not to communicate disvalues
is by how and where and...

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This is dangerous
said pirates to their vampire allies
about losing past regeneration fees
and bloodline contributions.

I'm being treated unfairly,
said pathological hurt
to self-redeeming anger,
loss of sacred winning patience.

I've lost something precious,
said virginal grief
and sacred matriarchal refugees
of WiseElder
wombed through...

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REVOLUTION
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


A revolution is much deeper than what the eye can see 
An opportunity to rid the land of despotism and tyranny
When any citizen can expose the enemies of the state
Present and judge valid...

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"The Formidable Gambit"



Silence 
calculated and distinct

conspiring with rules
plays within the 
confined squares

of a strict and
ruthless mind
preying on all moves

untraceable 
unpredictable 
irretrievable 

in the opening move
the long-legged fly
is caught in the web

silvery and slippery 
life remains...

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 The Elysian Baby Feels Lament… 

        for Katy Perry……with  manifold marigold “feels”

              ...

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Integrate
rather than segregate.

Yin
rather than too much Yang dominance.

At least in the worlds of Permaculture Design
and Systems Theory
and Democratic Political Theory,
Polycultural outcomes
are healthier
and thereby wealthier,
than monoculturing economic and political,
ecopolitical-psychological
and social and cultural
and any system-balancing
obectives.

Monocultural objectives
in an...

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If life animates predation,
dynamic investments of time grow ego's prey.

When predative life
captures memories of time's investments
we have opportunity to devour and constipated hoard,
and healthier invitations to absorb with love
and cooperatively re-invest.

Predation is to survival competitions
as...

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Placed Fist in:
Pick a Title, Vol 41 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Edwrad Ibeh


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Hopeful

Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark path
His old friend ‘Panic’ enters causes a disturbing wrath

‘Humming the...

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Investing With Us

When I strike my Yang strong poses
and then my Yin flowing folding in bows
toward you,
I am neither praying
nor am I not.

I am not preying
on less polycultural ideals,
nor am I not monoculturally
further victimizing myself.

I...

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Day quickly fades into a fearful silent night
Frightful because within the darkness evil comes to life
Abomination that became legend as legend became myth
The Aswang
The wicked epitome of sin
Beautiful by day but a shapeshifting demon in...

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I am standing here looking in the corner of despair as the little town braced for what is moving around. My dry cracked hands with malnourished fingers and cracked up finger nails reminds me that...

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I hear a lot of shrill people these days
saying that we should defund the police,
as if these people just disappearing
would somehow make all of our troubles cease.

I could point out things would be a sheer...

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V.
He could hold his breath over a minute,
bullets hit water, didn’t penetrate it,
he’d used this trick before against his foes,
water stopped slugs fast, not many did know.

When he rose again the demons were out,
so Sol...

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Time to go home there’s that cursed bell
Excitement for most - for him an impending hell
A torturous journey - that takes him down life’s dark path
His old friend ‘Panic’ enters causes a disturbing wrath

‘Humming the...

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Before restoring outside perfection,
perpetual pleasures
of prosperous peace

I remain responsible,
compulsively responsive,
habitually receptive
to repairing inside win/lose
past competitive aggressions,
negatively suppressive 
non-communications

My most resilient repentance
includes self-forgiveness
for over-stressed addictions
to trauma repressors,
for failing to do my best
on a bad day

I usually...

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Once there was a youthful, bubbly butterfly.
Who loved to fly under the sunlit azure sky.
        Colors of joy reflected from her iridescent wings
     ...

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Annul the nation, 
Annulation of the situation,
Feed our egos with propaganda and lies,
Numb the souls, Occupy the minds,
Distraction from living our lives,
Specified time for us to go outside,

Adaption didn’t pose a problem
Normalizing the lack of...

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In a clap-board building by the Tetons,
1919, if you’re wondering the year,
a man named Sid Hull sat down for a drink
in a saloon they called The Last Frontier.

Sid had been riding here for quite a...

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He            started to seep himself into my shaken body              
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