Long Regressive Poems

Incomplete metamorphosis of distilled adolescent...

therefore he characterizes himself as an anomaly...any idea why?

Mortified, petrified, stultified, et cetera sheltered, 
and mortally wounded prepubescent,

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned (for bing keeler), 
hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o'...

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Prisons fester further desecrating guilt by association
as churches
and synagogues
and temples
and mosques
foster sacred innocence through re-association,
communion of the wanna-be saints
and Bodhisattva suffering warriors
for EarthRights Peace and Justice.

When our faith communities
feel like monoculturing monotheistic prisons
of fundamentalism,
then our...

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In our Sharing Circles
we have a ground rule
to share a one speaker at a time floor
and unitarian silent listening support

And rules to not share uninvited commentary
suggestions
verbal agreements or disagreements
during, and after,
this formalized Circle.

Speakers are invited...

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In Shaker Heights, Ohio,
founding fathers co-invested in:

Change doesn't happen
without planning

This, despite
unstraight
unwhite
unmale volatile experiences
feeling sometimes victimized
and sometimes blessed
by unexpected weather transitions,
despite feeling like vulnerable chameleons
on a highly complex day,
despite feeble farming
in narrowing spaces
between floods and famine,

Despite...

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One of Life’s indisputable facts:
Government reserves the right to tax;
And tho’ they waste far more than they should,
It’s supposedly done “for the common good.”

Economists use the word “propensity,”
Just a fancy word for “odds”, you see:
The...

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Alchemy of the Answers

Belief in the beauty of unrequited love blooming 
No relief as they replay the sounds of war looming 
A chief at the mane of the horse he is grooming 
A thief that...

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The Light from the Shadows

The light from the shadows of a thousand candles burning
The bright configuration of a lighthouse plainly warning
Plain sight considerations of a future that is forming 
Contrite observations of memories of the...

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His hand reached out to mine, open, 
Holding it, I smiled, our eyes danced with understanding, 
Form and blush outlined his expectations, 
But I could see that there may be fear inside. 

Mary restated their...

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The regressive Supreme Court decision
hustled, proclaimed, and voiced
June 24th, 2022
immediately quashing pro choice option,
struck down constitutional right
(upheld for half a century -
formerly allowing, enabling and providing
the muliebrous population
access to secure and safe abortion)
and sent a...

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~the Fear of Never~ A DRINK TO REMEMBER!


   And the fire catches every time, my heart needs a sip
I bear no shame pouring, poisoned pabulum whisky down 
Lost in a place with hungry...

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It is disgusting that 734 people died at Mecca,
Last Thursday, when so many lives were lost,
Needlessly, for want of crowd control officials,
To restrain the 1.4 million who’s emotions cost.

Religion is never an objective thing, 
It's...

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At school I excelled at maths, 
And English I found very hard;
Essays and interpretations floored me, 
Although at poetry I was a bard. 

But I managed a B in my O Grade, 
Under the old...

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Letter to the rest of the world:
don't feel sorry for the United States of America.
the vast majority of we the people get along just fine...
its the five percent (dead enders) fueled by the press
that think...

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Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry.
My inner face I saw on the bed in the sweltering sunny afternoon,
With...

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Incomplete metamorphosis of this stilled adolescent...
petrified, sheltered, and mortally wounded prepubescent

I consider myself
analogously buttressed, cocooned,
garrisoned, hardened, insulated,
where cell baited jumping frog
o' Montgomery County ne'er
went leaving larvae stage,

now no divine providential
power can assuage,
yours truly metaphorically locked
within...

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he could not remember when he last put it to purpose

but nostalgia stared at him straight at face values’ frown

the typewriter ribbon hung onto the spool for dear life

a once proud carriage corroded and set...

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Giordano Bruno looked up at night 
Suggested stars were suns, not just points of light
Planets might circle those many suns
They might even have life, we might not be the only ones

The Church called his words...

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The USA is not perfect
  never has been
    never will be 

Unlike Russia, which has
  ‘no alcohol problem’ 
     ‘no civil disobedience’
    ...

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26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry.
 A sweltering sunny afternoon,
With the heat...

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My house (it's a really two-bedroom apartment
On the corner of Moorpark, lineup as if it
Was a firecracker or criminal lot, unshaven, old; 
Overcrowding and unquiet nearby an overcrowded
Avenue filled with prostitutes, hustlers, pimps, etc.)

	In front...

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Shadow Play

While Freud sits at the mind end of the couch phallus in hand
shapes others’ dreams in unspoken imposition ‘must-abation’
analyses abuses his daughter in metaphorical incest projects
his own aggressive sexual drives and neurotic megalomania

Jung after...

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Progressives say mankind is improving,
so, moral laws are no longer needed. 
The goal for mankind is self-expression,
hence the need for new social conventions.

That which is old is no longer useful,
So, out with the old, and...

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The Sun rises...

I know the supposed science 
of light,
bips and wavy lines of
pulsed propagation

like a heart

like emotions~ 

how human feelings start
and stop, the forward/backward of time -- 
the morning news
our repeated proclamations 

stagnation and regressive...

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As he brushed his golden locks, he detected something stressing.
The skin around his noble forehead was inexorably progressing!
(Politically correct types tend to call this "follicle regression!")
Alarmed at this discovery, he suffered terrible depression!

"Follicle regression", now...

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Hey! Look at me, I'm a Poem!
my words rhyme with my tongue
with lips summoning secret séance scribblings
from upper palate delights while my teeth scalpel
saturnine ecstasies from mammock reservoirs of
poor pouring pores like promethean cantation preferences,
quickly...

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