Long Resourcefulness Poems

It's very time consuming
Driving yourself mad
But not quite mad enough 
To commit to the mental torment
So trying to balance 
Very precariously
Whilst throwing tiny weights
Onto the wrong side of the scale
So existing forever in extreme stress
About...

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It was a summer of indifference
Billionaire Nazis who preach ethnic cleansing
And powerful ladies clad in iron
Play tug of war
With the hearts and souls of the people
While governors deceive the populace and their own parties
And confused...

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There is an important difference
between being accessible
and becoming more engaging,
engaged,
engage-able.

To access support and resources
for health care giving
and wealth care resourceful receiving
is not nutritionally sufficient to resiliently 
resonantly engage

As non-violent access 
to absence of rage
is not...

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Freedom with far    Freedom with         Order with less      Order with far
less emphasis on    less emphasis ...

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Up next in lit class was the unit 
on Transcendentalism.
Between that topic and the teens,
there yawned a wide, deep schism.

I struggle with the theme myself.
Quite rigorously I'd prepared 
by grasping points I knew must be
included;...

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Oh, where do you sleep my lost German friend, 
where do your bleached bones lie? 
Believe me good Sir, we did search for you,  
we gave it our best try. 
 
You woke from...

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My given name is of no consequence.
You can call me Spider Girl.
It’s an appropriate name, I think. 

I’m indistinguishable in many ways 
from billions of other creatures just like me.
(Character building experiences 
tend to breed...

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What does it mean, when the Sand gets stuck?
(Gets stuck in the Hourglass)
What does it mean about time?
What does it mean about space?
Are we given a Respite?
(I meant, ‘was I?’)

Does this mean that all callow...

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I keep ringing your phone
Only to get back the last memory again
A voice frilled with youth
Laughing at the old man's obstinacy
One day you shall wish to find
In the centripetal torment of the world
I still pray...

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Born the daughter of a Lemhi Shoshone chief
she was captured by the Hidatsa in her teens. 
And sold to the Mandan Missouri River tribe
where she met and married Toussaint Charbonneau.

A French Canadian trapper and a...

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Iridescence
      intermingle
         explicate
            wriggle
       ...

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One of the freely 
bestowed
ingredients, 
Existing thickly 
within 
the solid formation,
Brought out, after a 
boring exercise,
And seperated from 
its 
siblings.
It is stretched long 
in 
distances,
Prior to measured 
reduced divisions;
Then comes the 
adjustments to 
classes
Of designs;...

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There is beauty in your absence
     there is greatness in your silence
there is pain in your wishes
     In your innards, there are dreams
Poetry and you are synonymous
     I am synonymous...

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I comb thy noblesse, in that some lost hurt
might bring thee sorrow, choosing some avert -
a random's borrow to then so divert,
God's asking of our faith, to so invert
our courage, from His marrow of exert.

I...

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A pure grain
fell loose
in the land...
fallen from the hand
of a sower ...
the tender land
as a mother soon
welcomed ...
Quiet,
immobile,
hopeful
the seed
patiently
 waited ...
Soon the sun
 came...
left fertile ray
in floor...
then came
the rain and brought
miraculous
liquid...
The mother land,
in the bulge...

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Oh when I was a child I loved Popeye cartoons,
Guess there’s no real accounting for any kid’s taste,
But you always knew spinach was up Popeye’s sleeve,
And that bullies like Brutus would soon be disgraced.

“Just deserts!”...

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Tiny finch you land with a beakful
of nesting material spinning 
a pretty crimson tail 
I am motionless, considerate of
any mishap that might interrupt
or cause you to reject my presence

I watch your numerous returns
where with lightning...

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Swimming in together shoals
All at one with one another
Taking turns within the in-crowd
On the lookout under cover
Doing what we always do
Chancy spins in life’s roulette
To bounce around the spinning wheel
A guessing game of our best...

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