Long Rigidly Poems

He just appeared to me, like wispily curling 
Chimney smoke, 
One grim and early morning in the very midst of 
Decembers briefest days, on the highest slope,
Toiling through my daily round; where, slowly 
Driving up...

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The reading of Villon poems at West Berlin’s Free University, Winter Semester 1957-58
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Pied tidings of suburbian 
Magpies,
Squawking and squabbling,
Quarreling ferociously among 
Themselves - 
Rush to steal
From off the beleaguered bird 
tables,
To the annoyance of all concerned,
A much begrudged meal;
Before scurrying away into 
Unfrequented woodlands,
Marooned like islands in...

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Roaring engines, wheels on tarmac
Flight 82 is running late
Pilots push the throttle forward
Flight 82 disappears into the black

The nose rises, the speed quickens
G-forces push you through your seat
Inkiness outside the windows thickens
The planes’ destination silently...

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‘If not for you ‘Bri' I might have hated all men'
Sobering words my ‘little sis' said to me, 
But just where it happened, or even when, 
Is a window through which I can't see.

I know...

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Back in the day
of exclusively straight white male
anal-retentive missionaries,
the Church

Whether monoculturally Catholic
(which may become an oxymoron
one enlightened day)
or Protestant,

But certainly not polytheistically ecstatic,
like a perfect Thanksgiving meal
shared with EarthMother's sacred
deeply co-passionate
mutually resonant
and co-invested
convivial people

Proclaimed religious...

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     A smoky vignette opens up, as if morning fog over the mountain valleys blown by winter winds. 
     Piano notes pulsing in a melancholic, waltz~ like...

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Taxes are not talking nor are they taxis. But airports are often very congested. Packed tightly forming queues. Vastly unreported by news. News are neatly arranged newts in a bath licking ice cream. And a...

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As I searched the calm sunless afternoon sky- looking for the humming aeroplane;

piercing the layers of patch sky under the fie-
shade of undense orange sapling,

as the effulge plane became fainter-
the hum louder; and the pale...

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Sand scrapes my skin as I wake,
Warm water around my shoulders break, 
Spluttering, I shake my head and open my eyes,
Palms and dunes to my surprise.

Shock constricts my body as I cannot register time and...

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Atmospheres of the weary tears that flow through the river Styx
Bonded by the watchful eye for Hades is in the molten mix

Cerberus is in his bliss as he watch’s the grotesque gates of hell
Death becomes...

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The glitter of everlasting Adamantine the tower of sunlight does 
not exceed its grandeur of brilliance. 

One of a variety immovable monument of stones thus stands its 
ability radiating from a white throne within the...

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WHOLE AGAIN

While young on the ladder of growth,

I boarded a similar covenant ship;

Having summoned the great Teacher,

And sworn a thick fealty – hinged on

An immutable decision to pave way

For a diminutive obstruction route to glory.



The...

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The traffic was strident, lanes straight
the cars lined the street and froze rigid.
The cop with a glare of pure hate, directed
a line of gate crashers cutting.
The sidewalks segmented in rows, false
lure more tourists into a...

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I AM HERE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


I am here exactly where I should be
Directed and positioned solely by me
There were snares and forks in the road
That only I unknowingly had to decode
It was learn on the go,...

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A Blessing Tree
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the flowers he is holding are just one of the reminders
of that grief he is holding on so rigidly,
prompting a picture of his wife, sniffing the same flowers
as she walked the aisle, he smiles stupidly.

now...

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MY ROBOT BENNY

I have a robot at home, his name is Benny,
Who is also, extremely office friendly.
He wakes me up every morning,
As a new day is dawning,
And taps my hand, ever so gently.
I wanted him...

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DREAMS AND MINI BEAUTY 	   	    QUEENS








Held hostage in yards of lace and taffeta, they stand stiff and poised. 
Exhibiting a collage of
rhinestones and sequins sewn meticulously amongst every
frill and...

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The world of matter bents awareness and duality,
pertaining to required dimensionality.
The mental loss by worship sense data rigidly,
quantitative measures conformity.
Reforming towards natural perfection,
which by some folks becomes a cruel intersection.
The desperation of religious handicap,
following blindly...

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Getting About The House

Old man feels his head before he steps from bed
Hair once resided there so long ago
Now disappeared in hippie dreams and smoke 
He props himself up real slow
On elbow then on hand...

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Braced for War

The atmosphere is rigidly braced.
The boots of warriors are tightly laced.
Water horns are filled to the brim.
Staples in saddlebags bulge their rims.

Armies flank the four winds in preparation
Lightening in their eyes they fight...

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She walked into the narrow lane
of the city, her dark black robe
merged with the dusky crowd.
Her face, sinfully white and pale;
Her gait quite weirdly bowed.

Perhaps it was the large bag over
her shoulders; her hand
firmly gripped...

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The days of our discontent

The rain had fallen sharply and heavy flooding roads
fields had become lakes, and cars looked like toys thrown
away by an unrestrained boy child.

From the inside looking out, the sea is calm...

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Quantum Spiritualities

By Mark D. Stucky
Where the world’s religions
diverge in creeds and practices
surely some beliefs went astray,
but is there a “one true faith”?

Is there one universal spirituality
with rigidly equal requirements
for all peoples across all millennia?
A universal...

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