Long Rapturously Poems

"The Messenger"

Love is rich with 
venom and honey. 

there was a female ...

snake, 
it watched 
with green-eyed 
avarice, covetting
a dove’s nest

the dove, 
was white as snow, 
not young, getting on,
tiny flecks of grey

the dove 
alone,...

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“Frequency” 

we are separated 
from the others
by a thin membrane

electromagnetic

we are receptors
unignited ununited
only tuned into our own

frequency

existing to be lit
the fuses touching
reaching delicately 

that which we do 
and do not see, 
believe

answers embedded
in tablets read...

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"Salvage"


Salvage the fixating salvation 
unfurling from the wreckage
of a numb world twisted inside
treasure climbs swimming 
the ladder from the deep of all things 
reaching upwards travelling in a new time
of melting morpheme moments overlapping 
dissolved...

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“Inside the Great Halls of Us”



Inside 
The Great Halls of Us,
there resides a ghost 

IT hides in plain sight,
waiting quietly, alone, 
in our dark

there, IT holds ITs light,
to draw us further in,
we nervously laugh IT...

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“The God Complex”



His face imprinted 
hidden under layers of ink
he whispers his words

like a haunting breeze
dust blown off the pages
towards the back of their minds

once-in-a-while 
reminding them of stories 
they are eventually, all souls

book-marked 
tagged...

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What if we live in and out
among and yet autonomously
with and sometimes against
LeftBrain dominant enculturation?

Colonization,
predation with ego-logical economic secular outcomes
too often predicting compromised long-term health
in exchange for conserving an evolutionary win/lose model
serving industriously degenerating corporate...

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My inside mystic still searches
for my strongest and best
omnipotently higher all-embracing Power
of unchanging monotheistic Truth
and Beauty.

My outside voices
still long for deeper Power
through widely multicultural EnLightenment
of changing
flowing spanentheism
in-between Earth's ecological Nature face
and my own ego-identity's theological...

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I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.

I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given, when LeftBrain verbally requested,
yet without RightBrain capacity
to feel even the...

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"Thelma and Leanne"



prophecies arrived
in dreams that 
washed across
the soul in waves

messages were 
found like code
hieroglyphic 
glitches

written on the walls
of electric caves
by strange poets, 
some considered witches

there, 
light and dark 
rapturously 
co-existed 

we never slept 
inside...

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"The Drowning Machine"



Pulled from my mouth
a string of raw gold to build a tower
built from one understanding
a united ziggurat of words sucked
backwards played before broken mirrors
translated anti-clockwise slow speed all that babel
an alter laid down...

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When I was a child
my evangelical family 
went to People's CoOperative Bible Church,
to rapturously pray and praise our privileged preachy partialness,
political and economic and social and environmental,
spiritual against physical apartheid
of superior, divinely-inspired, theology,

Yet, somehow rooted...

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I was a competent, happy housewife, but that was before my husband died,
Leaving me to rear myriad children solo, as the lone star twinkles with pride.

John had left us a prosperous farm, with a lovely...

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"Ghosts and Gods"



We see them
when we want to,
in our minds 
and hearts
they are always 
mysterious
watching over us

the other world -
above
they -
see everything
in our dreams
below

we  -
the strangest creatures
below,
sometimes we see them 
above,
when they want us...

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Rudolph Sperry was a ranch-owner’s son,
and rode hard for his Circle-S brand,
helping punchers herd cattle 'cross the plains,
in Nebraska’s western Sand Hill lands,
he wasn’t that bad for a young man,
but even though he daily risked...

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Based on the famous linguist, poet Humayun Azad Sir's poem "SAB KICHU NOSHTODER ODHIKARE JABE". However, it is not an exact English translation from Bengali. Edited in different places with tense. Apologies for any mistake...

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I was a daydreamer and stargazer, who eagerly awaited calm nights of glitter,
Like blue skies warily turning pink, plum and red, as orange sun sinks, bitter.

I grew familiar with diverse constellations, along the different astral...

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"Ark"



books have eyes here 
they sense things 
through the turning of leaves

strange chapters
they listen to small sounds
loud lives lived quietly

they are grounded cells
measured by rings 
in untouchable ancient territories

somewhere else,
Amazonia 
sheds tears

she cries 
for her...

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The American Morning

We ride smoothly, deliberately, in this old cruising caravan,
Across the ancient American avenues and boulevards, 
Of the once living, and now, the finally dead, 
Of the once famous, and now, the finally forgotten;
Of...

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PALEO PAIR

Hands rapturously
slashing satori
Bang !
Light released filter down
bats brushed skin to
fly knowingly low
then water gushed
through cracks
snakes spiders scorpions 
were our toes
stones spoke in bugle
sound as Sun set in
whirlwinds

the cave was nowhere 
yet everywhere 
Beethoven’s symphonies...

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Sponsor : Tom Woody 

I CHOOSE TO DWELL IN THE CLOUDS 

I choose to dwell 
among clouds 
for a while
where fleshlessness a 
state of bliss I soak 
not forever can I fathom a
nothingness 
for to...

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Rise before the rooster that is caged in neighbor’s yard.

Hitting my knees before I open my eyes I offer up a dream prayer

            of...

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The Bees Knees

She was the buzz between the feathery blossom
The flutter midst buds and petals in cloak of fur
Rapturously delving the gene laden pollen
To trap the powdery wonder upon her hairy legs
And transfer to elsewhere...

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Since I met you my love the passion I harbor 
for you knows no bounds or limits since our
love is genuine, special, and from the heart—
I’m always so happy to be with you my darling.

Every...

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I must confess that                               ...

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The finch dances merry, weaving feathers into music
That spills from overeager beaks and drips light onto slick wings 
Which beat in time with the song, fluttering, flittering, 
Finding life in the sky and where the...

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