Long Remainders Poems

Math speaks through us
within us
of cognitive landscapes
imagined still and/or moving.

Primal metrics are rational and symmetrical,
good as true as straightforward,
complex creation story problems
unfolding with precise answers,
right as at least not not ecologically wrong,
ecopolitically suboptimal perhaps,
yet at...

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What lies between extremes of boredom and bliss
for you
and those you most love to work and hang with?

If your Business As Usual day
sends messages within
redundantly reiterating how life is always coming too fast
too needy
too deprived...

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What about you?
Is there anything you've been working on
for many centuries?

Well, as a son of Father Sun,
I have been moving toward family and tribal justice
within a global climate of peace
as politically integrative  internal empowerment
with...

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I would not speak these evil dilemmas,
devilish details,
dissonant fissures
disrupting smooth told sails
toward western red sunset horizons.
 
Who remains to listen
to remaining problems of evil?
to why and wherefore
of constitutions measured and cut through slavery
metered and sliced...

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FEAR


WHAT SCARES ME
FROM AS FAR BACK AS I COULD DREAM
THIS IS WHAT Fear has done to me
This is a verse, bout’ what is cursed..
What scares you?
Is it the crossing of a busy street?
What scares you?
Is...

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It was my plan to set aside this past week 
to prepare for the Quantitative Graduate Record Exam.

A week ago this seemed like a big number
for ample review,
time set aside from more typical U.S. autumn...

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I see, and fear, a trumpian landscape,
usually, and more casually, outside any safe inside sanctuary.

Infrequent glances inside windstorms
and rivers of underground currents
surreptitiously culture shape
mold
transform vertically visual landscapes,
motherlands of ecotherapy above, outside
forests and deserts,
Earth's inside
farms and...

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Sometimes Left equals Right,
like day equivocates night,
wondrously but rarely,
awesomely, because almost never,
like a fully mysterious solar eclipse,
revolutionary, because not slow-grown evolutionary,
the Earth says Hello!

Personally and politically,
romantically and academically,
lovingly and yet wisely prudent,
economically with ecological empowering...

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Dion is Quiet

Their marriage had left a demineralized matrix or was it the other way around

Possibly feminine revenge for her own mid-life crisis gone hard in denial

Where once had been gems precious crystals and finely...

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TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST
Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C)

The sand is a warm window; 
from the sill, 
     I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me.
Sea opens...

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As the brain plays,
The pieces graze,
Forming a phase,
To conform words,

Magnificient to small,
Minimized or caplocked tall,
Knowledge will fall,
Into place when wanted,

For the chemicals rise,
Inside the body flies,
Meaningful ties,
Bringing up a life.

How conveniently set,
Boy or girl it's...

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A worm blew a hole in a basin but no froth came. The froth had gone outside and was playing swimming games with the pieces of straw. No remarkable remainders of a barely bitten straw...

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Remains of stars adorn the sky
with nebulae aglow on high
in stunning patterns that romance
the wondering stargazer’s glance
or simply senses mystify.

While stellar orbs are born and die,
do heavens strum a lullaby
as all around the cosmos dance
remains...

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It's inevitable the momentum of the large headed human ego....
has finally put mankind over the brink.
There's no coming back
the clock says 1 second 'til midnight.
The earthworms have shed their glass slippers
Soon they'll be sliding underground...
their...

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The NY EBS

There is talk of war. 
There is rumor and propaganda. 
There is concern and worry. 
No one wants to die. 
No one wants to die, 
for no reason at all.
Where is the positive...

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Love + me will always = pain.

Disappointments and knowledge are the results I gain.

Mending gradually yet the heart remains the same.

Closets are filled to capacity with no vacancy to place the blame.

I hate myself, this...

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The remainders retreated into 
the granite chest of the mountain.
Waded through the icy vagueness of life-
crossing the Siamese catwalk,
over the opaqueness of death.
Scratched, battered and scarred...
they reached the eternal overlook.
Peering into the great expanse.
Where worthless...

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In the garbage lilies may bloom
Yet in its odor will always loom
Faint traces of its abused past
Wounds may fade but traces last

Had heaven pity on this fool
And struck her down dead where she lay
That she...

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Mathematics used to be called Arithmetic.
I was the last one to know they had renamed it.
I was in sixth grade, and furious when I discovered no one had told me.
Addition. Okay. No problem.

Subtraction. A bit...

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How does it feel,
inside your small darkened cage?
Living each day, breathing in
your pathetic lies of rage.
Will you play this game
that has no winner in the end?
Leaving you,
simply put,
where it all had began.

Why be afraid of...

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belonging to one of many a School of Thought
one merely seconds the notion...
Notion...notioN...
NotioN -- echoes from a chasm
of mirrors which neither casts 
an accurate image or sounds
quite the same.

if deemed a Perfect Soul --
by the...

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A book out from the library
Occasionally holds
A paper with a message
Or a list within its folds.

The borrower who left it
May have used it as a mark,
Reminding her whence in the tale
She needs to disembark.

I’m used...

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Be dainty
Be pretty
Be silent
Be Sodom

Pendulum in this embrace
A barbed wire foothold on the wall
And slowly, slowly moving upward
Upward, heaving heavenward as a mere insect
Crawling into deeper reaching chasms
Silent moon and the ivory cage which smothers...

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After the sunrise
(At first the morning was clear)
The clouds drifted in

The last lilacs on the fence
Drop their petals to the ground

The signal changes;
Litter dances down the street
With a passing truck

Fanning herself as she walks
Between stores...

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A day like any other day rings out midnight again
On the muffled peals hammered out loud by bells
Not heard over the thunderous storms performance
Simultaneously taking place outside the madness

The Saint Frankenstein non-denominational church is cursed
As...

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