Long Psychically Poems

A few years back,
in the prior millennium,
1993 to be more precise
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
born without a stage name
had his book entitled "The Evolving Self" published,
by which he meant The ReGeneratively Nutritious Flowing Self,
but he was probably shy...

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For future reference,
it might be best
if I give up radio listening
when going out
to take a rest
from domestic
and national
and international climate mess.

Arrested gardening yesterday.
We need more mulch
fragrant as a hemlock forest retreat,
we are
and yet become
when in...

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If ever I had to have a country victim of pedophily-LXXXV

(Note : Fresh disclosures from the Catholic Church on the subject
made public by protesting Mothers of infants victims of pedophily
at the hands of the Clergy...

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There is an antique writing desk
in my little study
handed-me-down
from generations of would-be
writers in my family

And there are ancient creatures
from days gone by
living in this old desk still
evil, larcenous little creatures
envious of literary skill

This explains much

Lately,...

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Nope!, this aint a
     (non) commercial
     Christmas plug for ye,
nonetheless, a greeting
     of joie de
     vivre buttressed with
 ...

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Deep below the ocean's surface volcanic vents do spew,
Fumes of pressurized oxygen with their bubbly molten brew.

Down where the water's pressure is denser than that of air,
The lava's effervescent bubbles form an atmospheric lair. 

There...

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In a small town twenty minutes North of where you live
an alien looks in a mirror and studies your face.
You don’t know it, but he has taken over the life
that you no longer use.
While you...

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In a small town twenty minutes North of where you live
an alien looks in a mirror and studies your face.
You don’t know it, but he has taken over the life
that you no longer use.
While you...

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"Can you feel the soul of an abandoned house;
        can you hear the whispering? " 
            ...

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Where is this place called heaven?

Through the dawn-light, entering a
mystic-cleft between earth and sky 

Perhaps, the bright where the 
night-eye flies – make a left, at the 
Big Dipper – straight ahead till
the marker, God!

Heaven,...

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Like, from within boiled kettles raise sprites, Maya the Echo,
Dominates Marvel Comics with her facial art deco;  
Adopted daughter of Kingpin, lion-like rough villain,
Kills her father; rears her, like wolf-child, to fill his guilt...

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My heartburns, my knees move, my nerves shake
All at the site of you
I want more than just a huge, and more than just a kiss
Just by sitting next to you
I don’t want to leave you,...

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My Monster(s)

There are some things you can't escape from
Truths that cannot be made lies
Pains that cannot be unfelt
Horrors that continue to haunt you late at night
the monsters in your head
The atrocious acts on replay in...

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WHY CAN’T KITTENS MEW AND COO TOO
Does the dove coo because he’s free,
Or is he weeping only for me?
What am I going to do when boulders fall?
And as for doves those huge rocks will kill...

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WHY CAN’T KITTENS COO TOO
Does the dove coo because he’s free,
Or is he weeping only for me?
What am I going to do when boulders fall?
And as for doves those huge rocks will kill them all

Does...

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He’s out there again. I turn my head, but there is silence.
Are you sure it’s the same guy? I look but they have disappeared.
What do you think he wants? I inch myself to the window...

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Master Poet - This has been how I have been addressing,
Harry Horsman - who has been, to the verse world, a blessing;
Depth, decorum, delightfulness, and dovish dynamism,
Shines and reflects on his personality like a prism...!

‘A...

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As whirlwinds in the musicscape that blow so wild,
The duo sang, played guitar, and albums compiled;
Both rocked like vigorous rocks in a rough earthquake,
Their unbreakable records they only did break...!

Played and sang at their very...

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We are friends, becoming more intimate
Staring as the campfire is popping and cracking
Watching the tiny glimpses of yellows and oranges
Trying to peer through the greyness that was once a log.

You are telling me some things...

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How I used to care for this finely beautiful gate, once!
Couldn't ever see it rusty, dingy, dusty, dirty;
Creaking of this gate left me psychically in a dunce, 
I sandpapered; cleansed; oiled; kept it gold-shiny and...

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Fear, anxiety, and agony fill my heart.
Monsters, ghosts, beasts, and vampires occupy the scene.
Through terrifying events, minds get torn apart.
Blood-spattered sanguinary battle games are seen

Why should such heart-attacking, drastic dreams arise?
Don't God and his angels...

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Neither one's dark skin nor the black color are bad.
Dusk has its beauty; crows and cuckoos are pretty.
Do the birds chirp because they're psychically sad?
It's the human mind that makes things dull or witty.

Psyche can...

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Once a poet is done psychically with his or her craft
With the vernacular of his or her masterpieces
It’s the role of the readers to add mentally missing pieces
Parts, ideas, images, a few words and a...

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The women nominate Phenellophia as Goddess of the nurturers.
She was the only choice that did not inspire violent arguments. 
Probably because she had a kind spirit and had never annoyed others.
It was no real contest,...

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Sewing machine, long idle, gathered dust
Absentmindedly, Jackie wrote her name
thereupon, watching as dust motes floated
upwards, caught in sunset's evening rays
Brushing away a tear, she turned around
surveying, Nan's neglected room
provoked, a vague feeling of emptiness
Psychically, Jackie,...

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