Long Repetitions Poems

It was at this point 11 o'clock 
At night. Damian Left Molly and 
Checked on the seven. Everybody 
Was fine. He returned to 
Business. Molly was no longer 
Afraid she knew she was in the...

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Eric Mottram on the American literary and cultural scene during 1965-66 while he was the recipient of the American Learned Societies’ award for a year. (begun in the last post and to be continued)

January 2,...

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Human history is difficult;
hard pressed,
discovering
and rediscovering,
connecting
and reconnecting feelings
about therapeutic needs
and sacred wants
for trauma-prevention peace
trust
joy

Through co-empathic singing passions
which may,
too often, 
feel stressful

Irritating
depressing
stormy
before unconditional win/win regard
for Self AND Other
reconnect,

Like EgoTheistic re-ligion
and EcoMatrimonial
indigenously multicultural
ecowomanist wisdom

Of Ego/EarthTribe mutual MeWe...

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I may as well concede the obvious. I was an incorrigible workaholic,
Who was always so driven to succeed, that working replaced all frolic.

I was the co-owner of a business, along with my lifelong best friend.
Together...

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Passion in waves, intense they pummel

Rolling me over & over & over.

Crushed. Help me grow; 

Go on, depart, now - a head start

With all this crap stuck in these spokes

Might slow me down, but watch...

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THE BLOODY TOWER

I am so trapped a phantom princess, on an ethereal plain, spiritually
Forgotten in isolation's domain, in hell's chamber of brick and mortar,
In this imprisonment of the unjust, I'm the innocent accursed, in England's
Bloody...

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Khatia Buniatishvili's Tour de Force of Tchaikovsky's Piano Concerto N° 1 in B-flat minor on Zubin Mehta's 80th Birthday*

… the caged-beast terrified defying the donderbus blasts vollies of muskets and cannons heralding the charge cavernous...

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Eleven – “Novelism: The-Newness-of-the-Old”
(for: Deborah Guzzi, my poetess-commentator)
… & the argument continues
… That nothing new exists of itself in Nature is now a widely reputed view. Nothing is new
but for the very thought of its...

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And so, she is gone and, with her, little pieces of myself leaving somewhat empty, as a husk. As my old self that still lingers around here and there through the corners of my mind....

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Spiritual practices,
like instinctively natural habits
and customs
and rituals,
teach powers of WinWin healthy intention
and darker powers of WinLose toxic pretensions
of egocentric Selves
and anthrocentric Societies

Anthrogentric Enculturations,
emergent evolutions
of an individual life
among a species' regenerational/degenerational lives.

A responsible and cooperatively authoritative
Earth-centered
EarthGentric...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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As the stars cross this brumous night ~

Standing here with these white washing tides

Carrying away the sands beneath my feet

Glancing beyond the repetitious of this champagne sea

Swells amid the rifts now rising....

Before my thoughts and...

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When the last remaining Yang propagandist
against deeply yin-suppressed pedagogists
falls back in love with cooperative educational love,
we will learn to live forever
as one EarthTribe
with integrity's richest bilateral potential.

When the last competing retributive jurist and counselor
and parent...

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let me take thee dear reader rabbit alas and alack 
on an imaginary carpet ride whisk king ye dis family back 
rheumy eyes started to water from nostalgic clack
until reverse time warp registered 

 ...

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Jayden Makieh Kelly
    

  Your crib was put up and oh how beautiful it was decked out in those lovable carebears.  I’d often just stare at it imagining your little...

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"A bottomless pit of violence, a Tower of Babel where all are speakers and no hearers." by Alexander Smith

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
War torn or more, torn asunder
We all march to propaganda and for violence, hunger
There was a time...

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Discipline.  Train
   Practice
 Repeat
Pause 
         Start
         Again
         ...

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Aaaah haa my love my love
How beautiful this love  love
Love my love because when a
Child is conceived in love and
Grows with love the child  grows 
Continually reproducing as he
Goes.  And falls in...

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Before I say the things I want to mention
I ask you “Please pay attention”
And listen
When I am hintin’
My cranial membrane’s tension
Causes difficulty to spit this lyrical invention
Conventions on suspension
But pay notice to my retention
Of the...

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It’s called a Blitz
It’s more like shit
Shit on the feel of it
Shit on those gone before
Before when readers were respected
Before some tortured verse unnecessarily
Unnecessarily complicated composition
Unnecessarily nurtures the arbitrary
Arbitrary in its construction
Arbitrary in direction
Direction Now...

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the old sea-pool churns out fun
  frantic heads flick side to side, limbs flashing, thrashing
  some are slicing, cutting through
  elegant submariners chased by water-wake
  here is one of distinction!
 ...

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There's times I've thought
for all the rush, 
that days on end we sleep aloud. 
Time is always timing out,
we cannot seem to catch it there,
how fast we try and run it down. 

I thought it...

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Don’t let the last name fool you of Greene
As you continue to read, you will understand what made him structured lean
Mr. Greene was a man who won International Federation of Bodybuilders of MR. WORLD title...

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My bed held no comfort. 
I toss and turn, restless, aching thru the night and then the early morning hours. 

Succumbed to ritualistic repetitions, I pray the Our Father, over and over again, then shortened...

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