Long Rediscovery Poems

My husband and I always enjoy visiting
GrandMother Eartha
on Mother's Day

She often shares
last night's dreams,
which too often follow rather disturbing peak experience themes

Because,
you know,
or maybe not because,
how would I know?

Dreams about Her Straight White AlphaMale trauma
were...

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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 hope it would not be a parody of Michael Morrell’s political scientific position
to suggest all relationships are political
and all political relationships fall somewhere on a spectrum
between perfect co-empathic trust,
nutritionally and regeneratively favored by creolizing...

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Through the window of time, waves of souls flow, lost in darkness,
Through the window of dreams, I feel caught in webs of memories and eternal longings.
Through the window of destiny, the mirror of the world...

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"I am circling around love,
around the throbbing hum,
and I have been circling for thousands of days,
and I still don't know if I am a wounded saint,
or a rainy dawn,
or a creation story."
Rob Brezsny, in Pronoia

You...

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May supreme Force
become You.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she asked

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he responded.

It seems, 
to usually curious
and always ancient
right with left dipolar ecofeminist Us,

Contracts are secular agreements
designed to improve mutual odds
of losing less value
as...

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Ecology of Time
explores resonant rings of sustained health vitality,
a red strong-willed loving heart
pumping Earth’s nutritional wealth
through our circulating and dynamic biosystems,
beautiful minds
with graceful dancing bodies
on pilgrimage through revolving memories
of Earth’s embryonic ecological balance,
and climatic dissonance

RNA/DNA-fueled...

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In the temple of the shadows of the century, where moments are lost in metallic echoes,
Technology has wrapped its cold tentacles around the human soul, without us realizing,
A worldly instrument, propagated as a divine purpose,
Pulling...

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Once within recycling time
lived brother Paraclete
as sister Sophia,
and vice versa.

Written across each bicameral heart and mindbody
these two live on
as controlling Yang
with nurturing Yin,
somewhat before their Western cousins,
Paraclete, God's Justice Advocate
as Sophia,
Wisdom's Holonic CoOperative Spirit.

These dipolar...

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Part One

Now as I account for myself
I know the fight is over
   You made me feel if I was worth saving
I was worth having
And I knew as the man flattered to grow
 ...

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In the labyrinth of bone-like thoughts, where the echo of pain ricochets madly,
I desperately seek a prosthesis for my soul, maimed by life and disappointments.
Where is the cosmic workshop that forges spare hearts hidden?
In which...

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In the twilight forest of thoughts, where shadows dance with silent grace,
I wander through forgotten corridors, seeking what seemed misplaced.
I love the serendipity of discovery, the magic in each hidden trace,
When what was lost reveals...

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Tell all the worlds about the treasures found
Renaissance trace spellbound in the ancient form,
Tender and haunting; an era of time curves around
Past the present to a future beset with tech charm.

Historical pages cling romantically to...

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alienated and separated has become society
disenfranchised and distant are now the state of families
all of those systems designed to make us feel connected
have fallen short and now we feel rejected
we're just a bunch of numbers...

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A south wind carries magnolia petals
and butterfly wings, wafting through thoughts at dawn. 
I share sweet expectations, peace 
in mellow morning dew, holding fast to the hush like a treasure 
of rediscovery in bright monarchs...

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My hometown, my lost friend,
Thank you for greeting me once again,
at a time when we both are lost.
When I wander your streets,
you also wander within me,
weaved into my thoughts.
Winding down to your core,
to the oldest...

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Rivers of thoughts flow through my mind, like dreams lost in the endless ocean of memories,
Spreading night over my heart, searching for answers among falling stars,
Departed from a "home" I have called so my entire...

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The inn of my Heart 
has many rooms;
I thought I knew them all.
They were peopled with 
husband, children,
  family and friends.
    Even God had a room,
     ...

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The Echo of Summer's End
Love so sweet, the ghost of summer now whispers in the past,
The passion of the air lingers in the deep fragrance;
Sorrow and rage no longer find a place to express themselves,
Only...

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My steps wander through the urban labyrinth, a chaos of dancing lights and shadows,
When suddenly, a door opens in my fragile reality, inviting me into the unknown.
The midnight café, a refuge for lost souls and...

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I open the jar of poems like a bottle of whiskey on a long night,
where the poet's whispers are raw and direct, a course of love in four acts,
obsessions and (un)blamable loves writhe like cigarette...

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Under your cloak of stars, the restlessness is soothed,
A wave of gentle enchantment caresses my quivering soul,
Whenever your shadow flees from sight, I enwrap you in secrets,
I lock in my canvas of thoughts your smile...

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In your temple, you rewrite me with glass letters, infinitely breaking me,
And I pronounce the mantra of forgiveness, like a saint in the agony of purifying ecstasy.
Her voice vibrated, a flame in the storm, signing...

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Beneath the veil of twilight, time lets its shadow fall,
It trickles like quicksilver through the unseen hourglass,
The silent ticking follows us, we, the children of earth,
Try to halt it with the song of remembrance, but...

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Standing tall I see myself going back to the beginning
Knowing that the end of something is a helper to show us
The value of our own potential so this is my killshot!
There are some things we...

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