Long Safest Poems

In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in Thought Experiments
about what would my optimal Eden Paradise.
restoring peace and...

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I have an outside RightBrain dominant thalamus
to watch and listen to,
to feel confluent and resonant with,
to love,
as parent with child,
yet this is more of a mutual-mentoring of
notsad-notsad sustainable bliss
within our normally limited nutritional sensory environment.

My...

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I.Jesus Spoke to His Father

Jesus spoke to His Heavenly Father
Raising up to heaven His ardent pray’r
With deep bleeding wounds that he’d all endured,
Still hang on the cross to make our soul pure.
Words He uttered were...

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How terribly awkward it so often is when ones relations are faced with seeing to the daily survival of those they most care about - young OR old - 



Sooner or later the day will...

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The Tyrant

Was born ginger
and learned WhiteRacist
from Dad
dead now about a year.

Possibly opioid addiction
but certainly something
in growing families
of yin-suppressed
self-medicating
LeftBrain too dominant
addictions
to chemical acclimations.

Dad left by death
Tyrant's also addicted
and chronically depressed mother
And his only white racist
twelve year...

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I have heard almost nothing about New Year Resolutions
this pandemic year;

Although personal sound waves are filled
replete with incomplete invitations
to take better health care
of personal
and social
and economic
and democratic
and public
and green climate nonviolent communication
wealth optimization

As we move...

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Erlenkönig pulled the chair out beside Aisling's and sat on the side of the table.  A large, luxuriant and ornate chair headed the end of the table,
several places down from where he sat...

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Won’t you please take me back
To the brown couch at my Gramma’s house 
With the big gold-framed antique mirror over it
And hand me Grampa’s old transistor radio
Covered in leather with glorious knobs
That brought me the...

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My inside mystic still searches
for my strongest and best
omnipotently higher all-embracing Power
of unchanging monotheistic Truth
and Beauty.

My outside voices
still long for deeper Power
through widely multicultural EnLightenment
of changing
flowing spanentheism
in-between Earth's ecological Nature face
and my own ego-identity's theological...

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A FORGOTTEN ANGEL

Who was she?  They wondered
No one knew her name
Where did she live?  They wondered
No one ever saw her playing
How old was she?  They wondered
Did she have any friends?
What happened? ...

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She took some care making her choice
A Valentine's Day card
It is a silly little thing
"It shouldn't be this hard"

But she still feels indecision
Selecting the right one
To set the proper tone for them
"With just a touch...

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First Regenerations
merge into Earth's ecolove
our individuating way

Tips pointed toward ego/eco-faith co-acclimating communities,
bilaterally balancing Either/Or left-brain dominance
monoculturing competitive economics

And Both/And right-brain polyculturing prominence
enlightening cooperative internally bicameral politics

Giving rise to Second Generations
of bipolar RightHand
and dipolar LeftHand
ego/eco-faith in...

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Let's say I am an anthropocentric terrorist.

What would we be saying? 
And isn't that redundant somehow?
If terrorists are ethnocentric,
does that not also require you to indulge in anthro-centrism?

I suppose
if you are not an Anthro,
then it's...

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In The Valley Of Avalon

This day the master of my Fate
Is none of those who lead shuddering
Through mazes of wizardry,-
Nor Trachmyr the Hunstman,
Nor Tannwein the daughter of Gweir,
Nor Penpingyon the porter of the palace,
Nor the...

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We have come into this epic time
for survivors of dispassion
to age into sacred communion
we can all share,
monotheist
and atheist
and pantheist
and all non-anthrosupremacists
in-between leftbrain 
snarky opinion leaders
and rightbrain 
slippery felt foolish followers
dancing what we must dance
while silently...

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MOTHER’S DAY

My Mom mother of Mom, born a baby boy it was me.
All the hope and dreams of my mother is me.
So huge to measure, but if I was not to be born,
My Mom should...

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The wind was gusting wildly and the sun had disappeared when I would head for work that rather cool and blustery day. 
I felt a little anxious as I backed out of the drive, so...

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A Poe-M
(The morning
I felt the sun
in the mode of Lip sync,
In feeling in me and my mom)

How are you, my cello sun?
I got a tremendous deal.
Just in need to be blissful,
in the best counseling zeal.

In...

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In "On Fire"
Naomi Klein reminds us
win/lose capitalism invites a cooperative action vacuum
and abhors restrictions on money-accumulating freedom,

But Earth,
healthy global climates,
wealthy ecosystems
invite regenerative win/win climax
of cooperatively nurturing health systems
and abhor inhumane definitions of "wealth"
as privately-held and...

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"Therapeutic relationships
are made of healing voices
retelling stories,
strings of hopeful light
reweaving faith in future healthy climates."

Writes the aging Muse
in her fusing bodymind
for future integral love stories

As she returns,
without pen or paper,
to her safest sanctuary since childhood,
her...

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" You saw my tomorrow, seated on your yesterday's laps,
Dirty-duty rusty and arrogance humming, 
Bathing in the smokes of marijuana, basking it malodor, 
Yet, you didn't bother to wash me your words of corrections. 

Did...

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I have an inside Mother Eartha Voice
which She would prefer
to keep hidden
given any cooperatively healthy
democracy choice.

Mother Eartha
does not necessarily trust
the sexy grace
and beauty
of all Her StraightWhiteMale
potential Allies

College educated
but RightBrain contextually
environmentally 
straight white privileged
tone deaf

Unaware of...

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The following day Seileach made quiet arrangements to have the throne moved back to the old throne room, now the meal hall, in readiness for the events taking place in the morning.  In the...

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So long I thought my trust was gone
withered in a vase that sat 
unwatered neglected posterity's memory 
pressed and ordered flat

I suppose some slight yet weak desire
believed that someday still
I'd find one soul who's promise...

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IV.
It was two years later, at age nineteen,
Reid was out checking new traps in a pond,
just his routine, when he heard a loud shout,
ran for his rifle, what was going on?

He raced through the woods,...

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