Long Reverberation Poems

Moby Dick, a novel by Herman Melville, published in London in October 1851 as The Whale and a month later in New York City as Moby-Dick; or, The Whale. It is dedicated to Nathaniel Hawthorne....

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Playing WinLose conservative
rather than defaulting WinWin Green Liberation,
sets up the ultimate epic double-bind,
a NegativgEnergy
anti-trusting reverberation
against Earth's co-gravitation.

If I choose to Win alone
then I loosely choose LoseLose.
If I choose to Win together
then I tightly,
more richly,
densely,
resonantly,
polyculturally revolve
PositivEnergy...

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Within my quasi moat toad lily padded immediate environs

Meaning the corporeal complex edifice
housing these lovely bones, 
where linkedin logorrhea ably
strives to break out 
in meaningless song 
yobble hum hum diddle dee dee
and dance courtesy 
an...

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Three points of ionic invisibility, drawn off the charted map
Of realism or reality, the calibrated compass spins out of 
Control, then suddenly freezing at polar northern degree!
Within the gravitational shift, a rippling vibrational influxes 
Occurs,...

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A smile crawls onto my face.
What a strange feeling to be happy. 
I spot him within the crowded mass of zombies.
He flashes a smirk my way.
My cheeks flare a vibrant pink.
I can feel the warmth...

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Utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August orchestra
today June 10th, 2022
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) impossible mission
driving after dark
genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted...

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starry eyed cloud of surreal angels

utmost nadir of despair found
this atheist craning his neck skyward
hearing resplendent August
choral symphony may sound absurd,
but...mine supreme auditory sense

(compensated with poor vision,
i.e. extreme myopia) genetically injured
acute undoubted gifted courtesy,
viz cochlear...

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I
Hear the bouncing of the balls--
Basketballs!
What a sound of merriment they cause when each ball falls!
How they echo, echo, echo,
Inside the gymnasium walls,
Arriving at a crescendo
While the spectators shout “Bravo!”
Drowning the referee’s calls;
And the players...

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As deepening silence and stillness become our fulcrum
We cognise an energy grid dividing form vertically 
We flow with awareness at the pivot of the pendulum 
Whilst witnessing the meridian coming to life magically!

Our attention now...

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A simple star
Shining brightly,
A simple speck in the universe
His breath...
An explosive being
No scientific bangs involved
Just a small command
To become
To be
To exist
His breath...
To summon particles
To present itself, presently
To come forth
His breath....

A spoken word
A Living Word
Words with...

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On learning to become a guru...

The following artfully crafted back in the day
(actually poetic endeavor presented below
written a few scant years ago) in response to
unexpected positive feedback received on
the most popular social media platform.

Unbeknownst to...

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She turned her head, looking back at the crosswalk, with her feet slapping the ground as cold 
rain poured down her neck. Tears mingled with the fat pounding drops, that stuck her cocoa 
brown hair...

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They married in their own garden under the canopy of a Wild Date Tree

An indigenous plant standing tall for sweetness and benevolent spirits

This one untamed and miraculously withstanding droughts in the City of Gold

It gave...

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Under 65 degree starry, onyx blanket
Containment of quarter moon identity

A whimsically soothing song exuded
In muffled taps & Prohibition era lyric

In the distance,
Snow-capped mountains reflecting lunar clarity
Off its tips of freedom

As we lay on recycled steel...

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Summer hath come, May blocked the sun, son, yet I know you read this Jedi 
poetry.
Airwaves reek of radiation, reverberation stagnant holds no key.
Here we, hear yee, Kings of Alchemy 
everyday, every way, mopping floors...

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A dream, bad from every nook
In front of my eyes, so painful.
Eyes of mine being tearful
And petrified of the remembrance, I looked.

Deep down somewhere inside the heart
Lies a monotonous melancholy,
Lording slowly, speaking distinctly
Of the ones,...

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Righteous smart left hand

Short lived amnesia 
(there's no app for that) found
his highness (ha... ha... ha... hm)
drawing a (figurative) blank
today January 54th, 2021,

when the misses asked yours truly
to access Verizon voicemail,
me noggin made a clank,
no...

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This Quest, Was It But A Sad Rage Against The Storm

As I wade through this poisonous wilderness- alone
Raging fury contained well within my breast
Seeing earth's darkness, cold- cold as a frozen stone
I trudging onward, seeking...

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Beneath the celestial dome, where stars dance in silence,
My soul, a nocturnal wanderer, seeks your shadow in hordes,
Among thousands of the night's dark shades, and the beat of wings,
You are my shining labyrinth, the kite...

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The labyrinth of the mind transforms into a somber temple, where glyphs of thought intertwine,
And beneath the dome of the nocturnal sky, hearts like ancient scrolls unfold and burn in incantations.
The only enclosure where man...

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He mimicked all who entered the darkened room, 
felt the fear in their eyes when watched with zeal.
He was a performer and his sidekick Sid seemed real.
Was that really him or was he wearing a...

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On Learning To Become A Guru...

Unbeknownst to this unsuspecting witty mortal,
a reverberation attributed to butterfly effect
linkedin to hotmail twittering Facebook member,
who resides within Bhutan, his dignified volition
accorded me magnanimity titled sage without any

influential collusion from...

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The world is shape by the laughter of big children
been brought into the earth ever increasing from start. 
Our parents sew our childhood for us that
we may wear joy when much older and smarter. 
Hunger...

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In my world there is a perfect love.
In my world there is a perpetual sun.

Come to me.

Look for the incandescent moon,
blossoming into full radiance,
casting sheen to the sky of night.
Smell the delectable pungency of cedar,
canopying...

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The spring on the door reverberates. Freedom of the outdoors, a chill in Spring air. Minecraft becomes an imaginary sport. Boys swinging wooden branches - their swords, smacking the bark of innocent trees. We watch...

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