Long Refound Poems

The more I read of systematic science and theology,
the less difference I find in their continuing distinctions

Like interdependent cognitive thoughts
and intuited feelings,
their side by divide expertise,
their mutually exclusive bilateral oppositions 
merge toward dipolar appositions,
full v...

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Much has been felt
then written
about loneliness at the top

Less written,
yet perhaps far more often felt,
about claustrophobia in the center.

Problems with delegation,
boundaries,
predictable timelines,
responsive management focus,
follow through performance,
closeted partisanship,
competitions to be heard
listened to
appreciated
respected 
for our therapeutic,
and not...

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I asked my Sacred Arts and Science professor
why seminars work and play better in feminist circles
than claustrophobic minion lines
of lectured from teacher's desk
above

S/he sings
in rings
of paradox,
"When you ask about warm creative
safe-feeling circles
and not defensive feeling...

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I was listening to a newly converted Republican woman
explain why she so gladly left
the less redeeming Democratic fold.

"We need to bring God back
into our schools."

My reactions and responses
are full spectrum
from "Amen!"
to
"I wonder why He left?
Are...

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relationship problems, identity crises and or losing your wealth
are these the issues weighing you down thus affecting your spiritual health?
economic strife, mortgage payments and ever-present job concerns
are these the burdens weighing on your mind which...

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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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The Colours of Happy

I am the painter of happy
Traveling along life's dark streets
listening for the beat
Feeling hidden colors with my feet

I see the beauty 
beyond the dark
I'm floating within this concrete park
leaving my mark
Playing tag...

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I walked this life alone
So much I have grown
Trying hard to be true
In all the things I do
Love passes by
No need to cry
Why bother to try
I spent some time in the past
Wishing I could make...

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Capital means head,
whether healthy or swollen.
That leading toward healthy wealth place
and pace.
Capital is where my head is at today.

Capitalism may be where my competing head has turned
while social and natural eco-capital
could become where our cooperative...

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The elapsing of the year gets almost everyone busy, 
listing things to do and not to;  
What to leave out or cross over with
Recreating the disfigured concepts of one's entity,
Refilling the unfilled rows and...

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IT WAS FIRST WORD OF MOUTH
WE HEARD SOME RAMBLINGS
ON THE RADIO
THEY SPOKE OF THINGS
IN WORDS THAT
ALL COULD UNDERSTAND
WE THOUGHT IT THROUGH
AND REFUSED WHAT WE HEARD
THEIR ARE MORE OPPOTUNITIES
FOR GROWTH AND BETTERMENT
IT IS MADE FOR US...

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In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer's day.
A day when flowers bloomed in pride
And brightened up the country-side.
The trees encased in green array,
Whispered...

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I once had a love
In an ill-spent youth
And a child born
In innocent faith

Though fear and fate 
Chased love away
My heart stayed true
For a daughter's father

And life, as it will
Brought changes and years
Another daughter born
To another...

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24 hours
alone with myself
the road goes on and on

24 hours
in my own space
exemption rides along

24 hours
eternity breached
its imagery returns

24 hours
tomorrow today
whose light forever burns

24 hours
becoming undone
the parts fall back in place

24 hours
the wind at my...

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Fritter and waste

toiled in haste

My life was stuck on fast forward

 

Outa my mind... 

Couldn't rewind 

Even as my life raced toward 

 

The cliff just there  

Beyond the glare 

Of life puddles, spilled...

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Have you heard..."In the beginning..."
Yes...a few times...what of it...
Ever think that very few starts are different...
Sounds...good...think it can keep you reading...
After a while...I wonder...if boredom sets in...
In thinking that how many stories...look the same...
They start...

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In coldness of a winter night
With sliver of a moon for light,
I walk along the frozen way,
Remembering a summer’s day.

Come, come, my love, and walk with me.
The wind is blowing out to sea.
Seasons forever roll...

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when we set our sights to something
might those who want to see beyond the 
ordinary, might they see, and with sight find
answers, to ask new questions.
exploration from the need of thought 
beyond the scope of...

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