Long Rewinding Poems

Truth is a feather 
pushed off to the other side.

Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.

OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.

Namaste.

[Silence]

[My...

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In some primordial 
wandering birth-canal way,
I imagine we all experience traumatic excommunication

An internal climate PanDemonic
cerebral yet narrowly competitive 
win/lose health today or safety tomorrow survivalist
life or death revivalist

EcoFeminist MotherYang Warriors for GreenPeace Experience
or DeGenerative LoseLose...

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Who sings this song
of one hand dancing?

No, honey,
get it right please,
What is the sound of one hand clapping?

One hand clapping
is the same difference of song as sound
between co-arising bicamerality
and dipolar binomiality.

Both hands begin and end
with...

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Poet Convention

Lost in a poets convention, 
I can't recall every poem, I've read through the years
50518, unique comments I 'validate'--- 
Thank You For Sharing Your Happy and Sad tears 
Since March 24, 2010 In the...

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Rewind
By Julia Shaw

At seventy-two my life has been so very fine,
That I'd like to push a button and just rewind.
I'd go back to my wedding day so exciting
And marry again the man I found so...

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World Bleeders (#777 words)


If you claim to be sane
in this crazy whirled we live
I pity the world in your domain
in that you forget to forgive
I think your normal is abnormal
You must be one of the...

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I’ve never felt so high it seems
You held me tight as we kissed in my dreams
I’ve been scared out of my wits lately
But, with your embrace, I’m safe honestly

I was defeated by depression and anxiety
I...

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My youngest son
reminds me
We are often so outside voice loud
inside,
we can't hear ourselves think,

LeftBrain language
for RightBrain feeling
You're so inside my personal ego-boundaries
I can no longer hear myself breathe
or Sacred Earth blow
and chirp
and surf
and quake
and storm,
where...

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I'm behind a dull white Chevy sedan
developing a lived-in look
while waiting for a greener light

With more than sufficient time
to read two rather ragged bumper stickers
in radical red,
relentless white,
and smoky blue.

The left side message
right in front...

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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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My heart hit the wall like graffiti spray.
Shakespeare could have cast you 
just as you had cast me.
Playtime was rushed to sleep with resistance, 
as cinderblock thoughts tossed and turned 
until drifting became corroding numbness...

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Slicing & dicing the 
fabric of time.
Contorting & distorting 
functionality to reality.

My unique physique poetic 
swagger broadcasting
Elegance in resilience
Relevant to intelligence. 

Rewinding the two hands of time 
with a wicked new rhyme 
elements from the...

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This Halocene Epic
of EcoZoic Earth
began with FirstMourning Adam

This Halocene broke out
when Eve yinned
and Adam yanged 
verbality's first day
beyond non-verbals
with and for and sometimes against
each other.

And so this HumanGrowing Halocene Bubble
progresses up through
our current bimillennial cusp,

With...

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Wicked Romancer a provocative Prince of fanatics in the dramatics of fashionable word's. 
 Giving orgasms of mind unique one of a kind pleasures of my rhythms in rhymes. 

Mesmerizing feelings of exquisite emotions written...

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Birthing,
feeding and watering Ego-integrity
is our CommonGround, 
infant-parental first collusion.

Yet, Ego maturity is 
our EarthCentric Promised end.

If Ego is to EarthParadise
as Activist is to Pacifist,
then our other side away from cooperative healing
is never mere colonizing rewinding...

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My head spinning  
My mind twisted,
Im caught up in a propeller 
While my body is being catapulted,
My life's a spin, so its your turn
Jumping jacks and back packs
My life a journey and my past...

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I AM A Foster Child THAT FAUGHT AGAINST SOCIETIES STIGMA 
    In a world off track from thoughts like mine.  
In a dream, rewinding back, are the hands of time. 
...

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~The Only Solution~

It’s the only solution isn’t it amazing
Words transcribed by lightning emblazing
Etched upon stone that hangs on our tomb
When flowers no longer blossom and bloom

We shed divine spirit of faith for the flesh
Without weaving...

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When do we stop believing that we could become anything?

Remember the time in third grade when Mrs. Anderson asked us what we wanted to be when we had grown up?

How Susie said she wanted to...

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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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Another lost noon, 
engraved as unforgettable 
memoirs within my mind, 
I’m rethinking of rewriting
and rewinding revoked 
reflections of a love rekindled. 
My eager heart
is now hanging in the void,
yearning to swirl 
through desert dunes ...

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Remember the innocent days of youth 
Our smiles would brighten up the evening sky
When we believed in honesty and truth 
And swore we were never going to die 
Dancing happily across life's green fields 
Feeling...

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Back in my day shell suits were the latest fashion 
And I made sure I wore my diamond socks with a passion 
The only sky I knew was the one up above my head 
No...

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In the beginning there was a word
Which was I, so I couldn't be alone
So I flied, reminiscing about those days with boom box's
and listening to slow jams, 
Dancing to tunes oh the beauty in that...

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Our children must not die
before their parents
or parental dreams die with them.

And, for those without children,
this is easily empathized
because our dreams must not die
before we do.

Without them
our best selves have already left
whatever misery and boredom...

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