Long Retell Poems

Now is going on through a secret way
Between the martyrdoms and the ground wall,
My master, and I behind him to stay.

“Oh highest virtue, who me gently haul
In wicked rounds”, I started, “If you please,
Speak to...

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Patterns of phylogenic history
retell our creative creation story
as bicameral restoration
of Earth's nature-spirit ecology,
both Eastern karma
and Western co-redemptive grace.

Spiritual memory experience
of RNA
and later DNA developments
and traumatic extinctions,
positive great transitions
and double-negative traumas;
are exegetical rhythms
and sacred seasoned pattern...

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“Who...what are you?”  His gaze moved from Joulupukki to Lumi.  Lumi offered,
     “I am an elf of the Village Clan, and this is my companion Joulupukki.”
   ...

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It was the weekend, and I was sleeping late that day,
Alone with the morning, while savoring marvels of May.

As I drowsed luxuriantly, at the outskirts of dreams,
I heard a strange sound, while soaking in gay...

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Dear fellow poets – the young and the young once,

Modern poetry to me is “today’s poetry.” It presents poetry from the hearts of current writers using their own unique styles, which are influenced and inspired...

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Once upon this time
I was listening to the Christian Fathers
retell traditional stories
of God's election and predestination.

Predestination
is like being born into royalty,
power,
privileges of humane Earth's regenerative grace.

Election is more democratic.
Selection based on God's vote for mercy,
apparently,
because...

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You are like a kaleidoscope, ever changing you see, every time that I gaze upon you, there is a new mystery
At first, I believed that you were transparent and that I knew all that there...

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I left my heritage n followed
Walking in a water i couldnt see the depth
I danced in the hungry ocean with my tender self stepping in each...it leads
Laughing  at my ignorance for even with its...

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What are these days of mourning stories
I choose not to tell about myself,
my emotion-driven journeys
to windy hot imagined future
and remembered warm wet green
and impossibly resilient blue past
pre-historic paradise,
before people
and our mosquito
and cockroach
and locust
and indoor rats...

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As the Pied piper, when the first circus came to town                        ...

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The Gift of Christmas

Some people say Christmas in this present time
Wanders lost
Through flashing ads and tinsel carelessly strung
On an artificial bough.

Some people say the Spirit of Christmas
Lives no more -
The simple Christ Child’s birth
Coldly mocked...

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The village head Pymy Gruzz was hundred years old
He had no daring self neither a piece of gold
Only a daughter had he she was a foster child
She was fifteen years old Kiki– sweet, gentle and...

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Friends used to say like an elephant I never forget
these days I have the memory of a goldish or amoeba
often find myself staring blanking into the fridge
wondering what I am doing there, what I’m looking...

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The Gift

Some people say Christmas in this present day
Wanders lost
In ads and tinsel carelessly strung
Upon an artificial bough;
Some people say the Christmas spirit
Lives no more -
The simple Christ Child’s birth
Coldly mocked by glittering ads
For diamond...

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Outside my dorm window, the snow began to fall;
Everybody had gone home, but I didn’t have a car.
Christmas break started yesterday, they’re gonna throw me out;
I’ve got no place to go, I’ll just be wandering...

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Many of us have been around each other since middle school,
some since elementary, and few since pre-school or birth.
We've had our arguments and made-up afterwards,
we helped each other out in times of need and confusion.

As...

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Re-sound the aura of Holy you
In war or peace your tryst is true.
Through misplaced desire and loud falsehoods cry;
Ring out wild bells to the wild sky.

Let come your Holy fire in heat white pale
Though hindrance...

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In 1934,
The Big Drum of goodwill
Reeled out pleasant rhythms
To the people of the City of Aluu.
Unto us, a child is given;
Unto us, a warrior is born.
Not to interlock hands and arms
With girating feet holding grounds
In...

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As I watch the rain coming down in measured bursts onto the dark waters of the vast bayou.
My mind notes the watery circles and bubbles that trace alligators asleep in the slough.

I check my lines...

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Once upon a time when I was just but a little a boy
My grandmother of illustrious memory – told me many a story
A lot of them funny but some scary 
But her favourite tale which...

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Tonight I plan to go out and enjoy my time
With some folks of mine that love red wine
There is no reason to say where we go
It could be a bar, or maybe my own home.

I...

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Scars are the path to the soul,
Road signs written after the wounds occurred, 
Storm clouds fogging thought process,
Actions retell the history of the city in which your heart reside,
Words collide and battle intentions in vicious...

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There is a high, high cliff, just waiting for someone to come and climb, 
But what you must go through is rather tragic, so you must figure it out. 
I’ll let you pass through this...

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What do healthy systems,
naturally spirited,
ecologically enlightened
and ego-politically empowered swell

Wellness
anthro-economic networks
wonder,
often wander around
what do wealthy mindbody systems do
when the Body squarely says
"I'm doing all I can comfortably do"

And the unsatisfied Mind asks
"Why is my need for...

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On the edge of metropolitan midnight
he lays in a breathless silence
rasping the evanescing yesterdays to his windows
both open and locked,
while the unknowing below in stale smoke barrooms,
wait to sear his wounds and retell his life
in...

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