Long Rereading Poems

Key CapitalistYang/CreolistYin EcoHistoric Concepts

I find a fuzzy irony in this morning’s early search for a new journal notebook, having filled my last from what had been, five years ago, an inconceivably high pile of empty...

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I remember my mindbody would tense
sometimes
then relax into confusion
while non-consiliently reading Bucky Fuller's "Synergetics 2."

I also remember,
and too often reweave,
Fuller's stream of thought ecoconsciousness
as I read  Beck and Cowan on the well-timed subject 
of...

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I'm rereading Marshall Rosenberg's chapter on Anger,
The big challenge for nonviolent communicators.

Marshall, a StraightWhiteMale psychotherapist,
repeatedly refers to feeling disappointment
escalating into Loser-shamed anger
sometimes further escalating into defensive
red-hot blaming Rage
risking lose/lose nihilistic outcomes for oneself
and anyone in...

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Centered in the irregular rectangle of the caves entrance the fire popped and danced as the snow fell lazily before the backdrop of pines.Softly the wind moaned above the tree line.Francis sat on their makeshift...

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When I was a young woman
Just embarking on my own life
My grandmother departed and
Left me a special gift – 

A small, delicately framed
Faded black and white photograph
Of a long foot worn path running
Through a tall...

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My daughter was 9 yrs old when my wife and I first separated.  I tried to get custody; was 
granted joint custody, but the children would physically remain living with their mother.
My career took...

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When wandering through a clinical studies program,
I began a practice of writing verbatims,
capturing the essence of conversations
messages
for their therapeutic integrity.

In this frame of mind and heart,
several years ago
I wrote this verbatim
on behalf of my daughter
with...

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Bring me a cup of Java,  honey, and put some coffee in the water, will you?...

Whoa there! Bet you can feel the withering sarcasm in that simple phrase...
People, I welcome you to the world...

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With eyes closed,
particularly after never
mine lips ne'er touching drink
I experience replete surreal visualizations

vividly pronounced heightened, augmented
mental journey virtual realistic brink
particularly the following link
https://www.youtube.com/
watch?v=1ZYbU82GVz4

yours truly (i.e. me)
enters sweeping dream state,
whose (ahem this modest) great human
experienced way...

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Smiling in Infamy

NAJIB Razak might be jailed up to 125 years and fined a total of RM210 million if found guilty of corruption in relation to a former 1MDB unit
??????????
Hohoho....
Nothing can be more refreshing....
Than rereading...

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He walks in and sees first the peppermints on my desk then me

“You sure do look pretty today.” He says while unwrapping the candy
I can tell by the way he's looking at me and not...

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I spent so much time waiting for a hero, hoping for someone to save me
Someone to mend my heart, a kind soul to take me
A beautiful person to talk to me and keep me safe
I...

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it would have been an injury to them both
to attempt a description,
to bring what it was that compelled the girl to silence
(if she had not chose silence beforehand---one outside can never be sure)
to formulate an...

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Just...


Just one night, that's all it took
Just one glance, that one first look. 
Just so cute, long, golden curls
Just lucky was I, you weren't swarmed by girls

Just one chat; about soccer and school
Just a few...

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Devils were once angels.
And he was the most dangerous of all ,not because he was evil ,but because he held my heart.
He said he loved me.
I believed him.
It was a lie that made him infamous...

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Being ok with myself
is not some ordinary task
it shouldn't be to much to ask
But it's more than I can 
currently give at the moment

I don't know what I was hoping
but I have always thought that
I...

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My love since you are away
I visit you in my heart
I pull the image of your spirit from my soul
That way you are inside of me
That keeps me calm yet
In a serious sexy frenzy for...

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Now there's
Eight midgets at my door,
Pounding and hollering,
"Do you want more?"

I step back in fright
At this gruesome sight,
Like hungry tiny zombies
In the darkest night

So, what'll it be tomorrow?
Nine dancing ninjas?
All in paisley
Pajamas?

Better load my shotgun
Before...

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Many years ago I was living with depression
And all I wanted was just to be alone
But now I found myself smiling with no reason
Funny that sometimes you're in my imagination
Tell me, did you use any...

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Did you ever read the greats? 
Whitman, Browning, Frost, Fitzgerald, Kilmer, Wilde, McKuen, St. Vincent Millay just to name a few.

 You know the well known names and the lesser ones as well I'm sure,...

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Upon reading I stopped.
Savoring this touch.
I serached for narrative, your voice becoming my imagination. 
I made this read much longer than intended. 
Rereading each page minutes after the initial first.
We both paused.
Stumbling over each period.
Passage...

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I've written things that were good,
and I've written things that were bad.
I've written things that I first thought were good,
but upon my first rereading were already starting to lose their luster.

I'll give it a while,...

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Rereading the poems of others
and my own. Community across
time and graves. What's left
exceeds in significance
one's last moment. Yet
his last moment must have been
exceedingly important
for the poet.

Nothing he did that day will seem meaningful.
While we prosecute...

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In the topic of magazines.
I sat on the cover, close to the reflection of her eyes.
Relaxed in the greeting of open arms.

She paused, sitting upright. 
The gap between us now closer.
Allowing the invitation of smiles.
Our upright becoming a...

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next night in the subway to come without sleep
rereading the letter she got yesterday
"We have to announce with regret true and deep ..."

her husband had died on the second of May
she asked herself how she...

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