Long Reconstructing Poems

The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural...

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Did you ever notice
our vampire legends
are almost always patriarchal,
sometimes even princely
and excruciatingly royalist,
elitist?

While witches plot and evil plan
in coven craven circles
more undershadow than legendary.

Wizards might be BullyVampire Princes
while witches may be victimized and therefore victimizing...

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I suppose it isn't rather nice
to think of us this way,
but to the squirrels
and the trees,
the robins and the grasses,
human natures are Earth's great transitioning immigrants
on this block
we call a planet.

In this newest arrival sense,
I...

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Science is knowledge, magnificence pansophism! 
Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect, 
in all its compelling branches; 

The beautiful and dynamic achievement of flight. 
A kite flying with great height. 
A curveball thrown with might. 
Phenomenal "Aerodynamics"...

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I wake up again, 
Euphoria spreading my sheets, eyelashes fluttering
And then, in reality, I realize...
Ah, it was all a dream...

Floral piano keys...
Instrument perfectly tuned...
Harmony...light...hope...
Recalling fragments of dream memory...
The tears are heavy now, watering out the...

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Science is knowledge, magnificence pansophism! 
Extreme erudition of unmatched intellect, 
in all its compelling branches; 

The beautiful and dynamic achievement of flight. 
A kite flying with great height. 
A curveball thrown with might. 
Phenomenal "Aerodynamics"...

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I am reading
"Democracy in Black"
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
"Hypocrisy in Only White."

Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of...

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April 26 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Chronicles 26-28

Key Verse – 2 Chronicles 26:5 And he sought God in the days of Zechariah, who had understanding in the visions of God: and as...

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I am a poet, an artist, a writer
A lover of humanity
This poem I write is about the Grenfell tower story.

Kensington,Kensington
What have you done
Blood stains and tears are scrolled upon your veins.

For a dollar , a...

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“Let us cross the river and rest in the shade of trees”
Converse like gentlemen, with our bayonets at ease
We were once brothers, declaring independence for these lands 
Now we murder one another, for the right...

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In the depths of my soul, an ocean of tears struggles,
Walls of thoughts collapsing like sandcastles,
I look at myself in the mirror and see a shadow of what I once was,
A landscape of melancholy that...

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In the West, stories are heard, shining at the threshold of a new era,
That we can mold again the raw clay of human nature,
Reconstructing from the ashes of time, a dream Eden, fresh and new.
As...

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Our Lady?

You are our lady
of grace.
And now your dress?Is flames.?
The beauty of your sunken dome from a drone
Is a poem in itself.
Written by us and
Destroyed by chaos.?

This is what we do that rivals the stature...

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I am far older than these years that haunt me
dogging my heels with too many mistakes
a lifetime of missed steps and wrong paths
merry-go-round circles
forever leading me back to where I started
holding the fractured pieces of...

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when her shadow cracked

fragments entered her mind

shards of false gold

pierced façade and persona

left her in pieces

splintered images and illusions


the mask had been held tight

a rope strangled the puppet

clown’s grimace incised

by strings of attachment

and forced assimilation


a...

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Jesus is the Master Potter
By Franklin Price
09/14/2023

Jesus, is the master potter
We, the followers His Clay
He molds us into shining lamps
Reconstructing day by day

He lays His hands upon us
Kneads and shapes us 'til we're done
 He...

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Is there any kind of person who is perfect, an example?
Someone that helps every single day should be ample,
Although could even that one be considered perfect?
People aren't perfect, so that's what you would expect.

Status and...

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I'll only be here periodically
because I quit my job at the WTC.
I went up to the boss and asked for my money.
I just no longer could handle any of this controversy
which will only promote more...

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Scintillating muse providing inspiration
Jettisoning convention for innovation
Scuttling old patterns without expiation
Countermanding discourse with new creation

Alternating rhythms for lofty oration
Imbuing myths with crafty animation
Ennobling verse with majestic simulation
Abridging meter with stimulating catechization

Utilizing parody to intensify gratification
Brandishing...

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once
a time 
no longer ago than now 
not future perfect but its imperfection’s past
down the river of flowing present 
relatively just past the future

not when, when why is what needs answering 
yet who’d care where...

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The battles that I
endure are seemingly
imaginary 
to the worlds eye
but when you you
finally see 
get a glimpse 
a first sight
you would see the
things I battle 
when my mind is not
right
How do you explain
that you have
searched...

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Slowly, slowly but surely
this day is swirling down the drain
Tempers are flaring, orders are dastardly; being lashed out
Obnoxious, oblivious, overwhelming stupidity
How much more is the margin pushed before it becomes enough
Society is taking a step...

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obliquely opaque 


opaque – soft light sifts through stained drape
filtered through muted sunshine’s dancing shape
trapped within dim confines - dust covered trust
love’s charred remains - victim of unbridled lust

awakening to darkness – blinding brightness
stumbling sightless...

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I've spent a life time
basking in the shadows of turpitude
finding warmth in the coolness of night
where feeling sorry for myself
became the deterrent from my own absurdities
I searched for strength amongst the struggle
and saught relief through...

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Pulling together as one, as we face a dark hour,
Reconstructing our focus on D.C. and the Twin Towers.
People have lost their lives, for reasons unknown to man,
Disaster has struck our Nation, 
Though we must continue...

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