Long Reiterates Poems

What's up?
Thanks for this interview,
old man.

You are either blind or confused,
but probably both.

Well, thanks,
and I appreciate you as well.
Now, I understand you want to talk about human consciousness.

We comprehend your language as limiting human consciousness.

Now...

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Neither Tray or I take any guff from adults, especially adults in authority; it’s a result of having had the belt when you are young, thus learning you cannot trust your care-givers or anyone else.
In...

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It was sometime back in the 70's,
my later 20's,
I woke up one morning to realize
EgoSelf as an often dissonant nest 
of natural systemic TaoEarth,
a mindbody bicameral treehouse
in some way that felt socially
and economically
and perhaps even...

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Imagine with me
if you would be so kind
to assume each relationship with a tree
as iconic,
at least worth the sacred paper
humane scripture is written on
a timbered tree.

Imagine as a Tree
your Yin flowing out and down
nutritional ego's...

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It's not that I mistrust you,
though sometimes I feel I must distrust
either me or you.

I ambivalently choose both.

So yes, of course, this is about your behaviors
in trust-relationship with mine,
aggressive and impulsive.
Behaviors of addiction
to a child's...

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I had a historic dream
that Einstein led polypathic Elders
pursuing roots of time
as emergence of light's speeding race
through regenerative histories,
thought experiments revolving resolving enculturation.

I dreamed energy conjoined space
as rhythm reiterates pattern,
as time incarnates changing place
as space...

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Ah...herewith ma usual
     dose of pablum from this meal
lee mouthed muttering 
     doggerel wordsmith,
     who now writes...
     so here's...

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We are antonyms—of each other
(an in-law, a retired Colonel,
Who very often forgets
That he’s retired)
And I.
He’s an in-law,
But I think of him as an Outlaw!

We are of a family.
He lives upstairs 
And I right below.
We have...

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As men we aspire to perfection
The slim sliver of impossible
which lies between infallibility 
and the outskirts of non existence,
Searching for its proof for the mere
chance at having it define us,
For other adjectives have become
beneath us...

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Arousing opulence of ancient ballrooms
She creates her own make-believe world
Waltzing coyly in terpsichorean rhythms
Upon glittering stage where they sell love
Each time she caresses arms of a stranger, 

Pretending to levitate in sultan’s harem
In glitzy appeal...

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Darkness had consumed me, 
So darkness I became. 
I sold my colors to the sea demons, 
So that I may live in vain. 
Through blind eyes I could feel the rain, 
See the pain before...

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Temporary nirvana (albeit elusive),
nonetheless I strive to access
attaining bliss mine soul bless
exceeding exhilaration winning
(with fewest moves against

deadly opponent) bittersweet game,
where life analogous playing chess
mortality embraced hesitantly, I confess
gnarled, knotted, pitted... old fingers
wrinkled mottled flesh doth...

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All The Time


The pale dusted blue
Washes sunlight prances
Falls in its edges of heat and pristine shade
Shadows
And I need you

Couples old and young
Hand in hand 
Arm in arm
Families pass on pavements baked by the sun
They smile
Like...

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Ode To Poets

Poets have vivid imaginations because their minds work differently.
They see things others don’t, with an understanding that goes deeper.
They bare words on paper smudged by tears of pain and laughter,
And to see one...

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The good faith of a seed
is to live together
before we die apart.

The bad faith of a seed
or an unfertilized egg
or a barren matriarchal womb
or a fake-gospel message 
despite MotherEarth's transparently inclusive kindnesses
festers fear apart
more than...

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For the past, the future was never apparent
its dormant projection lay in unformed
no thought ever counted it of concern

Time tripped and dawdled, discovering playful as children do
a continuous today absent of tomorrow
the truancy of sleep...

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WHERE MUSIC TAKES ME

When I close my eyes and relax
Put on that old analogue LP disc
The vinyl version, all nine tracks
And of any interruption, no risk

Soon I am due to be transported
To a cold and...

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Cacophony 



The wall flash

Brick

Petal footsteps

Coffee cups

Repent

Crystal scattered shadows

Reverberate heat

And the tolling bell reiterates
I find myself teetering on sacrosanct edges
Repeating green; blossom handkerchiefs and scattering children

Sent

I sent it

Minuscule

Message

Daggered and devised

Ricochet pulmonary

Severed the art; and suffered the...

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Is this about the refuge life,
Leaking the essentials of being submissive…

Or shall the death defy your conscience
In being a human

Imagine the world without eyes
That sans a tiger, a cuckoo, and humanity

Kill the trees, dethrone the...

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Blood Curdled at The Chilling Quill 3



The night is too quiet for breathing
The faces form
Swelling from the pitch oily; floats
Mouthless screaming 
Into monstrous caverns
Where fang-ed teeth stalactite
On slavering tongues

Cold suffocation jabs pillowed rocks
Deep into racing...

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Life Happens

Life happens says the preacher
Preaching to the masses en mass on the day of the sun
Words so heavy,it depicts finality
And desperately i seek tranquility
In all sense of serenity
O pàrí Johnny tì ku lati aro
Tears...

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Ripples


A sudden chime reiterates
She touches the world
A fingertip
And ripples sent
Resolves
Inward
Feed back
Distant

Hits resounding light
Fluent curls
She signals
Waves repeating
Sent ripples
Outward
Washing through
Eternal

A holding breath for a moment
Landscaping emotions
Swell
As she dips
Down upon the re-entry
Calling ripples sent
On waking
Reappearing

Gathers the hems and...

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Oak Faerie knows there is a delicate balance
Between accepting a gift, and feeling it is charity
He has to be particularly careful in Mother Chipmunk’s case
Her baby fell out of the oak and died.

He wants to...

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The first day that across thee I came,
The detainee of thy love I became.
I know thou art beyond my reach 
N’ over thee someone else hath claim;
But what shall I do of this nasty heart
Who...

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CELEBRATED COLLECTIONS
moving&imaginative
  .modes of interpretation
in dramatic structurein
 sequenced
 bestowed
a semblanced
   with integrity
      a consenus
compiled
in
simple variegated
      similiarities
defying convention
reiterates
  an appreciation
to  enouragine
   perseverance

THIS IS AN OPEN(organic) FORM VERSE without grammatical symbols the ' open' relies upon 'the one breath limitation' & so inherently requires the 'reader' (reciter) to input and respond thus making the form a two...

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