Long Recasting Poems

When you folks are producing
your vanilla missionary practice,
who plays your Yang strong predator perception
and who prefers Yin reflexible reception?

Do you politically
and/or economically
flip his/her ecofeminist flop?

I'm sorry
but I do not speak of physical flops
mental drops
mindbody cross-fertilizing...

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TEMPEST

Twin limestone tors thrust up through valley floor
Like isles or icebergs in a calm flat sea
Deep green save where shear rock can hold no spore
To spawn in fecund niche a vine or tree

Midday and all...

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*Image of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde poster by Wiki.

That's Close Enough

Shapeshifters, and or, shapeshifting ... preps our world always,
A speck sans a cavass, ... materializes a work of art,
At spans of reckoning, ... outlandish...

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Unorthodox grace
is not limited to restoring healthy face
that your queer sexual wealthy place
is not your disgrace;

Deviation from hetero-statistical means
is your sacred gift
from EarthQueen

Outstanding difference
is not only
and always
your heavy depleting responsibility;
but also your socially enlightened
and culturally...

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In the semblance of my darkest
side lie the sunlight after me,
In the dark blue face was a
smile that only a select few could see.
Only a few that fishes
like me when we see the snakefish

Maybe a...

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SOUNDLESS TEMPEST 

Now lightning flickers o'er distant mountain peaks. 
The sky develops shadows over all
The breeze accelerates and chills to speak
A warning of the fast approaching  squall

Small droplets speckle ‘cross the window pane. ...

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Upon the green pastures shadows quiver in golden light
Peeking through the swaying forest as sunny rays alight
Glistening rows of cherry blossoms into a majestic sight
Reflecting fiery blooms on water, rippling purple insight

Waterfalls awaken in mountains...

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Wrath poured out on
ungodly men
suppressing truth
by their actions.

Makes himself known,
clearly perceived
in things plain seen:
His strength, nature.

Not thanking Him,
we ascribe worth,
praise the creature.
Without excuse,
we understand
praise and honor
are required
but misdirected.

We create gods,
glorify them:
things created
with our own hands.

Therefore,...

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You took me apart
All that remained
Were folds of my heart
Where I contained
              Memories lasting
        ...

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There is one thing that is certain
The final act for all of us will be curtains

But before penning our last chapters
What will we leave behind that matters

Easy for our egos to take center stage
Spilling ink...

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