Long Relegating Poems

Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome...

today – late morning of November 4th 2022
sudden onset experienced whereby
whooshing waste naturally flushed out
ala mine body electric performed colonoscopy
diarrheal gangbuster instigated
maybe Machiavellian microbe
with powerful rectal surge
analogous to invisible plunger
forcing...

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Upon exiting the womb...

23,190 days ago,

Yours truly got hashtagged
as the 2,975,075,410TH
person alive on Earth
according to website
https://worldpopulationhistory.org/
my-population-number/.

Come November 15, 2022
(a little more than
four months from now -
actually one hundred twenty days
after today July 11, 2022),
the world's...

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15.4
“You are not the body
You do not have a body
You neither do nor enjoy
You are Awareness only--the timeless Witness
You are free
Go in happiness”

15.5
“Attachment and aversion
are attributes of the mind
You are not the mind
You are Consciousness...

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Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome...

The earliest recollection with 
lower gastrointestinal eruptions,
viz psychosomatic induced distress
occurred when yours truly
quite a young lad, which specialist
invited me to ingest barium sulfate,
whereby the pinkish chalk like solution
traced a path...

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To understand poetry you must read poetry
   By External Journalist

It is said that a teacher from the countryside once asked Mario Quintana:
 What should I read to understand Shakespeare?
And the poet answered her...

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Yours truly whiles hours away
reading out loud... tis not hearsay
cuz ears of mine relish... neigh
feast hearing spoken words, I do say
plus eyes (mine) drink one
or more letter combination yea.

Aforesaid pastime doth rarely
if ever tire hungry...

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Israel Beckoned...In A Dream

This secular skeptic beheld,
eyes hallucinated, harried, felled
and haunted by
holographic images gelled
that didst silently scream herald
ding exhaustively

roaming, schlepping, meld
ding and trudging across
elapsed, nor quelled
blinkered, bloodied dead souls
across fractured wartorn veld,
where bludgeoned ghastly

eons of...

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In the beginning ...," roosts; 
            Christians and Jewish boosts.



              ...

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After taking a shot of claret wine 
Thackray on a mission to find 
And she was not going to be declined 
With a blade in hand getting a goal 
Thackray did not look old 
Spirits...

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Fraught With IBS Irritable Bowel Syndrome...

Rear lee if ever suffices as an apt poetic title
amidst bookish canon - while
this writer (similar to other aspirants
in their respective creative pursuits)
aware arbitrary perusers may deem vile

core body of...

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I didn’t know what I would feel about Doug Gay, 
But I looked for a motorbike outside the church, 
To reinforce his black biker jacket and sociology, 
Which superseded church goers and that bunch. 

I...

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Looking for a new name 
Thackray was playing the game 
Ready to survive 
Being alive 
In the high profile section 
Worthy to have fame protection 
To stay there another year 
A point needed to stay...

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“In the eyes of God, everyone is equal. The real dignity of a man lies in treating all with respect, never relegating anyone as inferior.”  ~ By Poet

Applying a coat of thick rouge
Over the...

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No matter yours truly
(potential rising star -
analogous to ascending yeast)
bred for easy street
life of po' witless
mendicant nimbly,

pointlessly, and rhythmically
shuffles (think tramp)
along his poetic little feet
garden variety beastie boy
aimlessly, fortuitously, halfheartedly,
and mindlessly follows

one after another backstreet
revisiting,...

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Strange gap in the world’s back window,
Where you went, nobody seems to know.
Scraped off the glass but the awkward gap shows where you used to be;
The chipped paint they tried to erase never could be...

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A question is asked
‘why meditate’
‘Is it really the in thing to do’
being stillness sedate

Rephrasing the query
‘how may we make joy eternal’
We define by pure intent
quest to reside in bliss tranquil 

Accustomed to being a doer...

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Silence As Friend
                       by Odin Roark

We noisy ones
From bathinette ducky splash
To deep end...

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One day again I may 
become serious about writing poetry
with words to cushion the effect of trauma
those of a life, a sentiment for our historic past
and its people I hold most dear.
But alas not the...

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Any consciousness contracting thought
Is ego begot
Having its roots in fear & desire
In the domain of transience being the ego’s lair

Our mind is in a fog
Because we allow the tail to wag the dog
Relegating the role...

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I should have said:

You are boisterous and loud and joyful.

I should have said:

You are energetic and funny and fun.

I should have said:

You are more a warrior, a student, a leader.

I should have said:

You are more...

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An interesting question has arisen
About our desire to end the fire of desire
Signalling a doer needing to do as bidden 
Attempting to extinguish flames ego does sire

We may see clearly that this is not the...

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