Long Professionally Poems

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and...

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The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year...

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I have watched my youngest son
while nurses give him baths
using diverse models of health optimization 
ranging from PositivEnergy Promotion,
restorative ego-eco
I-Thou therapies,
to lower, not too much NegativEnergy, concerns
for hygienic technology professional management,
anger and fear commercialized insurance...

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In 1920, my father, 16, was a guest of the British government. He was a prisoner of their forces occupying Ireland at the time, a group called the Black and Tans.

One day he and seven...

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The not so Great Swami Minister of Health
unleashed a Press Release today.
One member of the O So Commercial Media bothered to show up
and described it as more of an assault, really,
than a release,
more of an...

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He could not find
GreenBrained Peace
midst all his RedBrained
trained season
with Prince of Peace
reasons
to incorporate,
commodify,
market,
marginalize,
criminalize,
competitively profit
from punishing
self-medication,
feminist self-elevation,
queer self-revelation
white privilege remediation
civil right-brained peace
appreciation.

So
s/he applied her RightBrain environmental intelligence
toward co-empathic red-punishing/green-healing values
found in viscerally
and liberally connected trauma/therapy relationships
in...

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Oh...and hello
to you, some hours past, I
returned from counseling,
(hence this boy yent -
     albeit beastie boy 
     figuratively basking
in fading afterglow)
great kickstarter session,

countless moments ago,
sans treatment plan,
she...

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With two months left to go, in the year of 2012, I must not be too complacent.
However the first ten months have brought much joy and few sorrows. 
The most exciting events have been the...

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(Note- Based on the story of a friend of mine)
There are TWO PARTS to this. The second one is here- https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/the_pen_lives_on_part_2_876105 . Since I can't enter the contest this was originally written for twice and...

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I grow increasingly concerned
about living in an unhealthy monoculture
of educational
evangelical
judicial
legislative hubris

Rhetorically LeftBrain dominant
verbally debating
which empowered opinion leader
will improve my personal consumer powers
and ego-incorporated 
greed productive profits

In this competitive big Dog
eats little not leftbrain dominant 
feminized...

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Rags To Threadbare Tatters...
(a true “FAKE” story
how Mein Kampf - chill as hoary
frost – and totaling lacking glory.)

A woeful disgraceful
cautionary tale stitched
     from the barest thread
harkens back half life
  ...

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The road that has been improved and widened would’ve yielded many unexploded munitions. I’m curious how many were found and wonder how many thousands still hide unfound. Sections of the trees/grass by the road are...

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We will swallow hard this spit hanging in 
our throats for the love of our eloping country. 
We will soundproof  our ears before the
immediate suffering of our honest stomachs. 
These are our tracks decorated...

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Asper sweaty palms, 
and other physiological ills
nothing beats infusion of
spine tingling electrifying chills -
experiencing psychological nirvana,
(nope NOT even 
prescription medication pills)

except attaining, experiencing, and succumbing
delivering to bodily flesh, sans
nightly cathartic, intrinsic dream changing stills
and pacific...

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The Queen's henchmen penetrate professionally the porous perimeter,
as a Phyrric victory I pacified your Lady's legion,
for both in the open,like charriots missing riders,decentralized command,the measure,
I, like you maneuver behind the superior shelter of  Praetorian's...

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"We are moving fast towards an age where people will be lovers of self, lovers of 
money, self-seeking. Self-gratifying, laying aside morality, spirituality, family 
values, and God, for self-preservation, self-gratification, and a cheap thrill.
2 Timothy...

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FOES AND FRIENDS (D’SCRIPT)


It all happened so sudden and so perfect
Just like a script, no single line was missed
Just like a stage, everybody played their own part
It was a free role; everybody was free to...

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Just to give a prologue for this poem. I have an officemate who seems to love making a big fuss out of something so small. She's always in a high-pitched voice whenever her command was...

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Depression is not treated by putting on lip stick 
you stand in the mirror and put on the tears snot 
drooling in your mouth behind the curtains awaiting 
to go out on stage and face...

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Upon a lonely Autumn night
I spied my prince by artificial light
Our eyes then met, and all was well
His voice, so sweet, said "Go to Hell!"

I laughed it off, assured he jest
And vowed that I would...

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The Divine Gift

We can, with a certain degree of accuracy, gauge one's intellectual quotient level through an assortment of tests at any given age of their educated life, and subsequent years, either professionally and or...

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All I could afford  

Was loitering at Stu Wards  

Having a draft  

Rooty tooty in beer craft  

When suddenly  

It was not funny  

A feeling I was done ...

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an earth is not a resewable blanket so do not rip it then
The dainty two hour ballet performance by the pack of brontosauruses' was a splendid and majestic sight. No former beam can alight the...

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It was a sweltering August morn,
The view from the Tonnant was deminished,
By the smoke and sea generated fog.

Her decks were laden with cannonballs,
Brought aboard to parley for the good Doctor,
Accused of being cruel to British...

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All I could afford  

Was loitering at Stu Wards  

Having a draft  

Rooty tooty in beer craft  

When suddenly  

It was not funny  

A feeling I was done ...

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