Long Rawness Poems

We’re on October break, which is a 6-day weekend. For the last two weeks, everyone’s been making plans.
“What do you think of Cancún?” Sunny’d asked me.
“The only people going to Mexico are on the cheap...

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… as I child I heard these words by Immanuel Kant from my late Dad

over and over again …’you must act in a way that if everybody did it

your thinking and deeds could be the...

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I…breathe again…
Meditating on flowers of my pasture, plucked with my eyes,
Resting…open, like buds blooming, and resting…

“Take me…” he said weakly, so softly in my ear…

I greeted the demon with the warmth in my eyes, 
Upon...

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"When pain is fresh and raw, others will extend
Sympathy to soothe a bit but sympathy has an end.
Meanwhile, the pain lingers on, absent of relief,
And sympathy fades away but not so, the Grief."

Time may lessen...

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"When pain is fresh and raw, others will extend
Sympathy to soothe a bit but sympathy has an end.
Meanwhile, the pain lingers on, absent of relief,
And sympathy fades away but not so, the Grief."

Time may lessen...

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     Heaven, synonymous with 
Heart in its becoming of
the New Human ~ 
perception, perceiver and perceived
when merging incubates an 
anechoic  reality________
all else incanting illusion
labyrinths of hopelessness
whether it includes jade palaces,...

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My dagger used to be drawn 
as innocent poison flowed from my parted lips,
hatred to carry on
I cursed your name
your love was sour in my Shame.
Why can't I recall those horror images that drove me...

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Much more than 'Georgia on my mind,' forever in my heart,
'Blue shadows on the trail' can not defeat
The beauty of her day or days on any daunting steed
Whose back she graced, wind in her mane...

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You wont find me with my bible sitting in the first row 
You’ll sometimes find me lifting my hands just to put on a show
I sing in the choir but my heart is always being...

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No twilight concerto to sway     not yet
as  zigzag street lights pound upon
heavy fog  clutching iced flakes  on rooftops
like hushed matte from night's gale
pouring bitter ovules to a past...

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The town clock marks out the hours of the night;
Its pallid face looking down on the wet street below,
Empty save for the occasional swish of a car speeding 
To a distant suburb. There is a...

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To my Husband,

A bringing of myself for understanding and pardoning of the days I fail him:
	( Then I think, will I be passing on the cycle of not being enough? 
		Will he understand that it...

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Young girl speaks very little for words she produces are made of silk.  Syllables are another inch, but people take a mile from her.  Gentle words adding to the next she'll speak. ...

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I could go on and on aborting the rough indulgence of the brain, body, mind, soul, sanity and the art of the heart 
Nothing zips in how my mental state can have its way around...

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OPEN BOOK 

I want to read her..  
From front to back...
From up to down... 
From cover to cover... 
I want to read her.....  
I want to read her eyes.
While I discover every thought in her...

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Enticed by his faceted aspects
                Political points show his honour
          ...

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Flawed Perfection


In the dark corners of her smile,  
I find a fire that cuts through miles,  
Of shattered dreams and whispered pain,  
Where only truth can break the chain.  

Her imperfections,...

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How lovely, isn't
It, to have an 'off' switch, shotty wiring
And all,
And a presence lined up to ****?

They are always there
To cauterize the wounds of emotional castration
Without desire to examine
The blood pattern forensics,
Chalking the splatter up
To...

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I got a bad review,a terrible review 
"Give it up" it said
Please stop writting, you stupid fool
We don't want to read anymore of your shit
Your wasting your time
Your poetry's crap
Can't even spell, punctuations non existent
So...

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love is coming in waves. saturated with hate, jealousy, and humility. i can feel it happening again. he tells me it's just one of my moods. i say it's more. alone. i'm left to my...

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The Materials of
Criticism

- by  Bob Atkinson

to look upon a word
fixed art
for value of the
whole or parts
begins a journey
demonstrated
to frustrate each of
the five senses

do we? could we? can
we?
here in the "here
and now"
produce our cultural
standing
by lining...

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Always loved shades of red, which anyone can tell
from the cover of my phone, the color of my tumbler
the glean of my handbag, the lint of my sweater,
and the mark of my lipstick on the...

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December 13, 2014 · 



our vulnerability

Vulnerability 
Is a deep sea of 
Beauty.

I adore the rawness
The complete abandon
Of every fear & doubt 

I melt, i fall 
My senses falter
Eyes gazing full of wonder

The innocence 
The nakedness
The...

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NATURE AND YOU
	
On the horizon gray clouds tending towards purple black 
swimming slowly breaking in spots to thin slivers of light letting the final rays of the sun break through
the mood was somber and threatening...

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Written: October 05, 2023
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Where the paradisiacal angels reside.
A myriad of creatures, ebony and betide
A dinkum dissolute and a discreet divine,
A degree of dexterity, a denizen decline

Amidst the mahatmas and zeitgeist calls,
An indweller quests for lyricism...

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