Long Reassuringly Poems

Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected...

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The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year...

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“You have been busy Seileach.  Again, please allow me to offer my deepest respect for this council and its members.  As for my last piece of business I wish to share with this...

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It’s the Thursday morning before valentine’s day. Lisa and I are scrambling to get out of our suite. We share an Organic Biochemistry class and we’re running a hot minute late. As we pulled on...

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POETRY'S LETTER OF DREAMS

I write to you before any sun protrudes from nights velvet shroud, as I look a little closer, just to be sure, I move across your thoughts, unknown to you, yet familiar.

Unrevealed,...

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Cluttering above huddled rooftops
Of sprawling villages 
And shy provincial towns;
Rising sharply amidst swooping
Declinations;
Hesitating when gathering at the
Tangled woodland perimeters of
Outlying greenland bounds,
Jostled apex ridges detach among
Themselves...
When habitually roused from early
Mornings
Newly awakened sounds.

Electrical milk floats whir...

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Written: October 1st 2023
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In the ocean of silence, I’m stunned 
Astonish by its grandeur as I descend.
A comely curtain of conciliatory calm
Elapse the chaos, surreptitious and warm.

In the hushed embrace of the twilight sky,
A...

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"Okay. But..." My hushed voice paused by his tenderness,
Just a finger grazing my bottom lip, followed by a quick kiss,
He gripped my fingers tighter, reassuringly in his.

Eyes half mast, i allowed my thoughts to see,
Unable...

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I knew what I should’ve done, 
What most men would do, 
Ride the donkey and insist, 
That Mary walk, lower than me. 

But I knew right from wrong, 
And as she was pregnant, 
I considered...

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Under the silken whispers of twilight, where shadows waltz in the embrace of memories,
You do not have to be good, nor walk
Through the desert of repentance for endless miles,
You only need to let the gentle...

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HEADLIGHTS ON DARK ROADS

Timid tentative tap on her door at midnight
as she lay expectantly in suspense and the hope
that he would defy all obstacles to prove his love
for her

Like Romeo and Juliet forbidden to date...

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Drinks fridge murmurs accusations at me
Seals connect with whoosh of door close
Defuses incriminating strip of lights lairy
Where I go from this station, God knows!

Lady taking my coins sneers, fat old wench
Bottled coffee shaking, I scope...

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From the time new born, sunlight bounces and plays, childishly on your beaming, chocolate flavored, skin,
To the time where the wind waits for you to pass, before blowing your designated, direction,
I watch you.
I do so...

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In this body
in which I healthy live

And, in this economic class
in which I study comparative social investments,
some more belligerently competitive,
others reassuringly warm culture cooperative,

We use these health v pathology discernment tools, 
experiences,
memories,
images,
predictions,
investment histories,
to understand how...

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The Anunnaki scientists stood above the blue gel incubator , One of them extended her massive clawed hand into the gel and slowly and ever so gently pulled out the tiny egg “this is a...

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When we play
Either I need to win more
Or Other needs to lose
without getting quite so sore,

Our entertainment screens offer escape
into alternative ego identified images,
Respite from feeling "loser" identity concerns,
issues postponed while immersed in technological silos
away...

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In war, no glory confides absolutely.
Or is resolute in its righteousness.
Its essence holds no certainties nor goal...nor future.
Clear objectives fade... Justification merely a work in progress.
Clandestine agendas drive enmity across air, sea, sand and meadow.
Misdirected.
Towards...

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Peter is joining us for lunch in the cafeteria. I met him on a crowded Saturday morning at a coffee shop. He’s from the flammable, paper-dry, sagebrush hills of Malibu and grew up overlooking the...

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Do you ever feel like you are losing your mind,
Stand up and speak ~ would you feel so inclined.
Enter a room and ask yourself why you are there,
Re-tracing every step, trying to become aware.
Or telling...

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The other night I dreamed a vivid dream, Gods presence was in our life; our lives 
were so serene. While dreaming it depicted the both of us walking hand in hand 
through this life together....

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When I awake to dawn’s light
I long to pray for God’s insight
For His grace through the day
And mercy to help me along my way

When I feel alone and afraid
I go to God with all my...

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Anne Simpson Scott

1895- 1932

Friends, my friends,

I do remember.

On the night before leaving to France in 1917

George held my hand.

He held it firmly in his perspiring palm,

Held it and would not relinquish

His gallant grasp. I recall...

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*** IMAGINING (a Devotion Series Poem) ***

My beloved, do you see my eyes
Approaching near to sweet tears 
Whenever your intimate touch 
Comes — as you brush my hair 
    or reassuringly pat...

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Hidden on a crisp white paper
Tracing itself in the lines of a sketch
Swirling through an artist’s paint

Rustling through the wind-stirred leaves
Weaving through an angel’s hair
Dancing in rainbow hues across the sky.

It chatters cheerily with the...

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In monumental testament.
I grabbed a bottle and began to fill it with notes.
In times where reassurance was needed most I replaced the contains of the bottle with thoughts.
Unable to speak in a time where actions...

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