Long Scrabbling Poems

PRELUDE.
When the sky and world are dark no sounds are heard in the woods. Perhaps the scrabbling of night creatures on the hunt fo food. But no sound of woodpeckers ra ta tatting, bird song...

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Everybody is singing a different tune
Everybody is dancing to a different beat
Everybody is praying to a different God
And here I am feeling very sad
I am here, you are there but I have no fear

The politicians...

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In the Work That Reconnects,
we have a dialogue exercise
in which Person A asks Person B
"Who are you?"
several times over a few minutes,
as it feels right to reprime this exploratory pump;
then person B does the same...

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In the Work That Reconnects,
we have a dialogue exercise
in which Person A asks Person B
"Who are you?"
several times over a few minutes,
as it feels right to reprime this exploratory pump;
then person B does the same...

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Sixteen hundred full moons ago, RumbleVoice, a giant with a mission, and his mighty spy hawk, Samuel P. were up in the Butter Cup Mountains hunting for a young wild bobcat to bring home to...

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a lonely place.
It's nothing to do with that person
who asked how are you? this morning.
It's to do with staring through
fear-frosted windows
as snow sugar-sifts the street,
watching through dark windows
as firework flowers burst to bloom in a...

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For such a low gudgeon, Dorian in high dudgeon.
The puppet popped atop amid internal turmoil,
Of the Russian, for the Russian and by the Russian,
He spent nearly 3 years trafficking spoils

The puppet popped atop amid internal...

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… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream...

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Siempre el rostro de lo bestial

Always the face of the bestial 
a creature in fabric
of no more than instinctual
an instinct driven by predators

Knee-jerk reflexes for survival
and so we are this
the painted animal

All morality by some...

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Information superhighway bumper to binary bumper. 
Stark contrast versus deserted macadam thoroughfares.
Magnification rendered visualization coronavirus
alias covid 19 courtesy electron microscopy plus

sundry computer technology yours truly (popeye
Olive Garden variety generic layman) breathtakingly
held spellbound, née utterly transfixed...

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There have been operatic Voices
in my aria love and tragic fear lives,
each one speaking of epic PermaCultural Paradise hopes,
some actively seeking more cooperatively organized habitat,
a student/teacher deep learning few,
green ecoschooled in some polypathic way

To hear...

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“Wind Song”




When the rain came it raised a torrent
music, little by little, raised the levy
light pebbles rolled over one by one
took with them 
all their 
flotsam and jetsam
leaves ferrying Black Ravens carried on

Brook babbling
listened to...

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Today's headline: Mass vaccination in Africa begins in mid-2021

Wildfires do not pause for water hose, their seething pain not soothed by
a retard, life's full of
pose and repose when fairness reigns, otherwise
it's forfeited to vulgar lust....

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Parable of the Talent

Date: Mon, Jan 18 2016 at 6:03 PM

Writing is The Gift
I use to Submit
My Innermost Wits
Bliss
Dark Twists
Through The Eyes of The Prince
Through the Strides In the Abyss
The Cries of the Winds
To Shine...

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On one side
One person omitted from a dozen
On the other side
Five added to six persons
Making two over doubles scores
Scrabbling with the round leather with passion
All in the quest for action
But occasionally with a distinct fashion

Separated...

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Good n plenti riches abound
unreachable to gentle
hermit while aboveground,
human ship of state 
fore'er stranded aground
only thru death do him part will
his grievous soul get spirited airbound

chokehold sensation ceased when freedom
against debtor's prison unshackled
humongous human corporeal...

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"Was it worth it?" 
at the end of the day 
I ask of me. 
Glancing back, casting 
random nets, 
I conclude 
nostalgia ain't what it used to be.

I have climbed this far, 
from the gentle...

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A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes.
an intimation that something may be worth writing,

A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from
a saturated darkness.

A Scarab beetles shadow takes hesitant form.

Watch as words ripple above infertile ground,
see how...

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Just witnessed a nasty incident.
So glad that it’s now over.
My hearts all a flutter as 
I’m trying to recover

At the supermarket coffee machine
Standing there on my own
When a nasty accident happened.
A woman fell off of...

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A scrabbling clawing frenzied roar
Responds to trumpet call
And bleeding hands tear wood and nails
From sanctuary’s cloistered halls

And in that darkened vale of fear
The fearful hordes await
With cries for absolution
As they press toward the gate

With righteous...

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A piece of happiness,
A piece of dreams,
I'm scrabbling words,
That’s as sweet as a cream.

You put on the melody,
and I titled it our “remedy”.
The beginning tells our first met,
And,
The ending tells what stage we are at.

To...

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Oh, what a poet I could be,
If it wasn't for Babslou93.
Each day new words come thick and fast,
Each one I think I'll make the last,
But no, I can't resist the lure,
I send a stonker right...

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I officially subscribe to your ingenious wordplay melee today. 
Enhancing waves in brains tomorrow, eliminating sorrow this way. 

The hot fire you've prescribed heals my painful condition.
Inspiring me with...

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When old, I am sure I'll be grey,
retirement a long holiday.
But now, as a lad, life's boring and sad,
when scrabbling about for some pay.

In future, I hope to be wise
with dreams of a generous size.
But...

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