Long Realign Poems

My auntie winter's icy breath wacked my bare face hard, when I step out earlier on
She gave me the cold shoulder and iced me out with a frosty glare for no reason at all 
it's...

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Perhaps we might all agree
that life’s purpose appears to grow regenerativity,
recreative memories as positive
rising above, and yet within,
and both before and after,
less creative mistrusts of ambivalently evaporating pathology outcomes.

And, if self and other regenerative health
is...

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As I awake this morning
I remember a Barney song 
for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter.

I love you
and you love me
even if I couldn't realign my four B's,
Brain,
and Branches,
and Belly,
and Butt, 
these four aligned
good government.

If you...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

I revisit rather than write from scratch
a poem crafted May twenty third 
two thousand and twenty
since the following words apropos
and amply serve a duplicate purpose
of aforementioned title,
when yours truly enlisted
(before...

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they disturb, deep behind my sleeping eyes
  ......
  retune my tautened strings, replay my frets
  vignette movies spin reels of dreams discovering
  fresh slants on shadowy delight
  the foreboding, ominous,...

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How to attach a shower curtain...

Suffering permanent anatomical
disfigurement, nonetheless
maintaining marital bliss
at steep price despite more or less
musculoskeletal dislocation,
I eagerly, readily willingly confess.

Ideal for someone whose height
trends toward above average
unless you don't object tilting
head back in...

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In Elysian Heights, Room 8 stands strong, 
as a blessed place for a furlong purrloin whisk-along a ride-along comforting face,
where memories of childhood days belong,
a classmate, a friend, roommate_in our youthful race, ("Room 8") was...

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May we always address dis-complacency, the vacancy,
And remove all opposes, to our roses,............................................................(Acts 18:4-6)
Here at Poetry Soup, completing love’s 100% loop, in our soup,

For an authentic rose, from God it grows, always knows,
It’s own heart,...

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It started the 8th of June
moving away from too familiar
into too alien,
finding no sane oasis between.

Vibrant greens relentlessly fade
to wilting monoculturing drought.
Brown patches emerge with dulled loss of inspiration
of what might have been a family
an...

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Alchemy of the Answers

Belief in the beauty of unrequited love blooming 
No relief as they replay the sounds of war looming 
A chief at the mane of the horse he is grooming 
A thief that...

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Polypathic genius,
thought Bucky Fuller, 
grows polycultural Plan A intelligence. 

Paths toward cultures co-arise 
composing comprehensive consciousness. 

Plan A sometimes feels alien to anthro-centric values,
like bad economic news, 
because eco-logic regenerates diversities of life 
through a...

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Sitting here with a deep dark stare
Looking out into space in my underwear
Trying to get to my happy place 
Listening to my heart race
As I keep pace with all of God's grace
Many would make a...

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Today we celebrate Noah Webster and his creation…the dictionary…without them you might say we’d be speechless…we’d have no vocabulary.

For how important are words once they form within our heads…with their ability to evoke emotions the...

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He told the tales     with likes and similes
human character          dressed as grass and trees
the fragility of life     ...

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In a world bejeweled 
with tainted trinkets,
and feigned flowers,
we follow the 
wailing waves below 
whirling wind,
like secluded silhouettes,
stranded on the
cusp of chaos,
unable to find the sparkling
streak of hyacinth hope-
between dusk and dawn. 

Perhaps there is...

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I like to think 
I could do it if I wanted to 

I tell myself it's situational, these things
It's not your fault,
it's not your fault

Look around
Everything is dying 

And I didn't see this coming 
Far...

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Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes...

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Despite the climate challenge with traffic congestion on the road,
there’s still a driving urge to go out and celebrate the Eucharist;
it’s a great deal of commitment to God who’s the source of life,
his language connotes...

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She stroked his hand in passion and gave him life’s ultimate blessing

It’s time to go in love and peace she would miss his gentle caressing

Strokes of desire and passion from a wild sharp and emotional...

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Coiled up for winter slumber it had rested the budding pledge

Soil still moist the promise is waiting for blossoms and sedge

To give host to migrating birds returning from busy regeneration

A miracle planted by knowing creation...

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Deep in my heart, a raging fire, burning intensely, fueled by desire. My only wish 
to see your face, hoping to encounter you in this place. Better than any drug, 
stronger than any drink, your...

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#And The Question Begs...

HOW TIRED AM I?

GIVING IN FASHION THAT ONE CAN BARELY MUSTER PASSION {FOR MYSELF LATELY} BECAUSE...FEELING...
TOO DAMN TIRED...
TOO DAMN DRAINED...
TOO DAMN PAINED...
"WHERE'S MY GAIN!"

THAT'S A COST, A LOSS...

GIFTS & UPLIFT SAYS...
"YOU BEST...

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And one such lone rubble rose,
dusted off and assumed its pose,
started its tour, reaching its pace,
dancing through wind for river to embrace.
On first leap it talked to the winds,
whispering swiftly then moving on,
landing touch to...

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Love me tender love me sweet
Here I come to sweep you off of your feet
When we greet and our eyes meet
My heart swells, and I hear wedding bells
Now that we both have grown
We see what...

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you want to know a secret
when I write a poem and it's perfect
i dont share it
i bury it 
deep inside of me 
where no one else can see
i mean its perfect
not like this shift 
it's...

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