Long Rattlesnakes Poems

The SunGod of ReGenerative NOWtime
is not a jealous lover.
S/he is an omnipotently bilateral lover of integrity,
revolving spirals of Earth's multicultural confluence,
abundant divinely humane polyculturing climax landscapes 
co-arising lovely diversely healthy subclimates,
our promise and endowment 
for...

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Once upon a time in the lands from the north, south, east to west    
Navigating on the cold white sands formed of sugar and ice       ...

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Whistle does the lone desert winds, flowing downwards from
Boot hill cemetery, in icy chilling breeze full of echoing voices,
From the past, begging for redemptions last chance of salvation.
Roll does the crimson tumbleweed, towards the ghost...

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How do I acquire a place where I can forgive?
How can I stop blaming myself for my mistakes? 
I can't recall the version of "Intrinsic", but it's conflictive,
None can quash them If you can't forgive...

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THE SUN, EARTH & MOON
(Alternative title: Sygyzy)
The sun is the past—
crucible of the
epigenetic light.
The earth’s the present—
inexorably
our arrogant might.
The moon’s the future—
a desolate orb
frozen in its plight.
 
Modern science says: The sun is the past, the...

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Let me tell you a story of Nature
and my early morning walks in the
desert. The fragrance of cactus blossoms
and the starkness of its beauty beckon.

Or, is it the silence, like no other, interrupted
only by the...

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"Triple Helix from the Hip"

Triple helix
stanzas 
strung together

like pearls 
wisdom worn 
and swallowed

like a pill
sweet and 
bitter

they evolve
those others
from their bad dreams

like poetry 

cradling their 
purity in sentences
that speak their godliness

as if they 
have done...

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Satan over the years has been known for tricks and deception
Not only covering up what he is doing, but what he has done
One has to give him credit as he is very successful, but beware
He...

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It started so savage...at such a very young age
No armor of anger to protect me from pain
Photographic...taking naked pictures of my nightmare paranoia
Can you see through souls just like a dark destroyer?
One thousand creeps in...

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The tan ropes are rattlesnakes 
that tie and untie themselves, 
clumps of spines untangled
from earth, loops and S’s
curling, like damaged ribs.

My body is a tight cage that
the snakes move away from.
My hands: closed canyons, 
manzanita,...

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Written: July 5th 2024 For Edward Ibah contest

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We didn't wish to...

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A properly equipped cowpoke is bound to impress the boss.
He'll need a mount of course and a silver-studded saddle fer his hoss.
He'll need some chaps to protect his jeans frum them pesky burrs,
And his outfit...

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I reckon to us city dudes an' ordinary blokes it seems somewhat strange,
But a cowpoke an' his horse become pards when ridin' the lonely range!
Pausin' fer a roll-yer-own under a ponderosa after a hot ride...

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Crank around forward and history repeats
Comprehending every moment is mental feat
Once black chains performed at white man’s feet
While whitey conspired to tear Lincoln from his seat

All there again you can feel it in the air
They...

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Hank was a hard workin' cowpoke who really earned his meager pay.
He rode his ass Old Red from early dawn 'til at night he hit the hay,
Fixin' fences, ropin' steers and brandin' dogies in the...

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Hank had cowboyed and rodeoed fer nigh on forty years,
Ridin' in sleet, rain and snow a-herdin' cantankerous steers.
His hide was tough as leather and his legs was slightly bowed,
But brandin' dogies and fixin' fences was...

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I thought it was oh so nice that Lady Florence Artifice lived in her house with goats. 
She dressed in overalls of a man, with layers of bibbed overalls, dresses and coats
There was no other...

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Something in the silence...it watches and it waits
A predator of pleasure that thrives upon my pain

Something in the silence...its eyes are everywhere
Like mirrors in a madmans maze...reflections burn like rays

Something in the silence...it swallows sanity
Misguided...

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Cowboys in the Badlands 

Out West, across the great divide
great open spaces oceans wide.
Beauty in these badlands does hide
everything fights us as we ride.

Last stop, was exciting wild Abilene
shot an hombre that was very mean.
Watched...

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I've traversed Kansas more times than I care to remember,
In the searin' heat of August and the chilly cold of December.
I suppose the Kansas Tourism folks would disagree with me,
But bless my soul - there...

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“Lynching”

Black man floating in space
Knotted rope about his face
Crosses burning
White sheets chanting

Black man squirming     
Blue knee choking 
Buildings burning
Dark nights looming

A noose from a tree
A boot and a knee
A black man...

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And I'm concerned, afraid, got the railroad crossing blues and the jazz that plays so low and desolation looms like the ghost of Christmas past/ And the band wraps up and it's time to go...

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Walking the narrow paths
of this forest exuberantly shady and lively,
I'm ready to discover its concealed beauty;
I will pose, then resume my walk
and put on my blue sunglasses
that makes me look so sleek.

Mysterious warblings of birds
intrigue...

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From the Painted Desert, head west
Past sagebrush, brittle bush, desert scrub
And The Petrified Forest at rest
To the Rocky Mountains above
Go past the Continental Divide
Below Douglas firs and pinyon pines
Head down the sunset side
Where the Colorado...

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another day in the woods. on Strawberry ridge
looking out over undulating green hills to
the next great wall of mountains. the last
morning clouds left from last night's storm
hanging in the valley mistily. the sun eventually
burns them...

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