Long Propriety Poems

It had been a hellish week.

On Monday
my lonely and tired AfricanAmerican husband
told me, as gently as possible,
that what I had hoped was a temporary separation
is to be extended into perpetuity.

This separation had been scheduled to...

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On the need to avoid being envious: Canto XVII, K161, K162 of the THIRUK-KURAL, Translation with Commentary

[ ENVY, of course, knows no racial nor ethnic boundaries, but I wouldn't be wrong, I dare say, ...

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Stood I there, that last day,
On an iron bridge...
An aqueduct by design,
Where, looking dreamily out over
The Ernes Lower Lough,
My compressed shadow 
Momentarily paused -
To contently recline:
Amidst coy Junes radiant beams 
of sweet benign!
All was stilled,...

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Pardon any absent adulation, bequeathed capitulation, devoted dedication, indiscretion, blabbering peroration, improper salutation or any unintended vexation if this unknown earthling sent a nearly identical message. He over-looked a small number of errors and hoped...

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I think it might be John Rawls
who writes about
thick and thin justice sandwiches.

Thick justice
may be more deeply embedded, richly spread
in regenerative pursuing time,
producing and serving healthy wealth relationships,
often digestively motivated
to achieve nutritional communion goals,

While thinner...

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The Square Root of Beiruit 
 
Ten men bending while theyre pretending to be near the ending
A capitalist nightmare glares like rotten fruit
The squate root of Beiruit
No it isn’t fair, so they’ll start to loot
 
The soldiers are...

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be...

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silent issues

humanity
and the hypocrisy
of soft tissues

openly
running out of paper rolls
secretly
disgrace on humanity's cheeks silently rolls

there's a monument
on earth
to the unknown soldier

there's a monument
in the firmaments
to the unknown child 

a well known secret

a hood by night...

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Gathered in the shade of her quaint little garden, 
 where a trellis was woven with rose climbing vines,
   something enchanting, had been deftly designed, 
     on an ordinary...

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6.

                                  ...

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Victory at the Hippodrome

They were hiding their stalls out of sight near the race course at Olympia

No signs but everyone knew where they were under cover of dubious propriety

On track for instant wealth and gratification...

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A drag of another cigarette the nicotine courses through my veins, 
It's not dope but it'll have to do, it's true the effects are not the same, 
It distinctively lacks the same power, same danger,...

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The prince loves his princess and their guillotine
It came at a handsome price but that’s alright 
Stars and moons are laid before her majesty 
Heads roll when she lifts her dainty finger
Of course a palace...

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"...the ecological crisis is also a summons
to profound [theological] conversion."
           #217, Laudato Si', Pope Francis

Those who benefit 
from a StraightWhiteMale privileged,
LeftBrain dominant,
Patriarchal-Capitalist
monotheistic image 
for God's...

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There's more than meets the Horus Eye, in the recording industry
Too many whispered songs have come like a dream
Have came in the ear like malefecium shot from a midsolstice night ween
Entering in the rear of...

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When in having or showing a seemingly moderate,
most humble estimate of one's great merits,
and importance, free from ones vanity,
egotism, boastfulness, or grateful pretensions.

When free from ostentation or showing extravagance.
Can you a modest house,
white washed as...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt, where at the end time drops
into the slipstream and becomes...

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When You Really Discern… 
‘Why The Drama?’ Pattern
and Pending-Adoration,
 Pertains-Peroration
When You Perceive… 
Who Demands and Why?...  Proceed… 
… to Ply and Pry to Ascertain…
’ He Deserves This Portion-Acclaim’
  and Drumming-Heart, Soulful-Desire…
and Defer-Strength to...

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A xerox copy of a species has become more 
prevalent in two-thousand seventeen-
There are different processes used to 
produce a genetically identical biological entity.
Cloning sheep is the most common form of 
duplicating genes, cells and...

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Her mocking salutation in salute.
Sudsing down your brains drawingboard in a victoriously ill repute.
Nature's pendulum holds you in it's dungeoness pattern of holding, then you go down it's chute. 
Hell's guillotine greased, oiled,
sparkling it's grinning...

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Wordsmiths, take heed ...

Letters of the alphabet,
By themselves are but harmless shapes
Of ink or graphite or digital information,
(Placed in ordered variations of ones and zeros),
But when combined in specific patterns and placement and propriety,

Become the...

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newspaper was dated Thursday, March 25,2010 in Brunswick Beacon.
The title was, "Lent in the process in which we learn to liv as Christ lived."
Will have to read the article again. She and I were in...

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Geinere's frailty
was that of an abandoned 
child, lost in the world.
Her hurt was so that 
of anguish and desperation,
her heart burdened by
his hateful words.
His domineerance, his
drunken righteousness,
protruding as a writ 
man.  A careful prodigy
was...

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Therapeutic thoughts have feelings
of resonance and dissonance
as healing behaviors have internal beliefs
motivating
inspiring spirited resilience
and passions for love
surpassing anger,
compassion
conquering all dispassions,
positive attraction
reconnecting past negative distractions.

Feelings have internal colors
compassionate green health environments
and narcissistic snarky red hot interiors
and...

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Seconds to go.
I am locked away, set aside.
Throat opens, body twists.
Face distorts, voice roughens.

The tangle man wakes up.
He is twelve, seventy, eighty.
Sick and lame. 
Trembling and tight.

Blank eyes peruse him.
There will be tears, mania and...

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