Long Seasoning Poems

Goodness, I nearly lost my balance on the spiral seashells and broken sea stone chipping matrix.
My quaint obsession with marine life and that skyline paradox blossoming so tantalisingly,  might be a source of some...

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"What sort of world
be home to those
who goes about
judging all souls
of what they do
be right or wrong
and how'd they know
of this-and-that
be bad or good
be alsoooo, true
lest they were told
from the same lot
who walked the walk
and...

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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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Ceridfen had little trouble adjusting her menu to accommodate the new arrival.  She brought out a terrine of pumpkin soup, savory with a hint of spice and honey.  A casserole of squash and...

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baseball, bird, change, childhood, games, holiday, lost,

“Seasonal Walks in the Park!”

A walk in the park after a springtime morning rainfall 
Is to hear the droplets fall from bent branches overhead
That can shock and moisten one’s...

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I had gotten to that stage,
Where true love was but a mirage.
When one is hurt too many times
By these daughters of Eve,
The heart must surely cease to give
Until such a time as right
To smile again...

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"Perspective of an Invisible People"

Struggling for over four hundred years
Drowning in rivers of tears
Throughout the country's history
Accepting black people, still a mystery
Since the country's discovery, we've been abused 
Standing with strength, will prevent us from...

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"Seeds"



Blue reaches reflections
touching ripples 
tears in time ephemeral
caresses fragrant Green my canopy

opens the light
inside me 

cracked eggshell 
golden-yoked sunshine
pale turquoise kintsugi
splintered paths inside my mind

in the smallness
of me 
something 
quietly blooms 

ragged yet refined
a gecko...

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Ode To ‘Mother’ Creator ©
Not only is it a marvelous happen chance in being able to have ‘shares’ in Mother Nature’s flora creations 'first hand'---
But, we are then granted to sit before her, these ‘set...

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I am home ...

oh, my heart
      pray, hush its cadence
         for the sacred sake of unsated thirst
   beg its thrums...

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I had a long argument today...
Whilst sitting by the 
surcharging charging airport port,
shouldertoshoulder with this pastor.

Delayed flight and low juice
kept us there, squared off;
shoulder to shoulder.

He with his Righteousness,
me with my Right View.
He with all...

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Indigo dreams smile through 
Clouds of silvery light
Breathing silent whispers
Within prayers to the Creator
Who knows hearts and souls
And comforts through sweet hope

Cerulean stardust moments
Brighten lives with a dance of joy
Refreshing yearnings deep and sparkling
With reflections...

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imagine, wonder, ponder, think
  nebulous nothing is "surely something"
  more than absence, spontaneous spawning on the brink
  let's fantasise, let's dream awake
  utter the dubious name of nothing
  impostor corralled...

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Dispassion speaks as the child of reductive suffering.
Peace instinctively feels childlike kindness.
Contented,
content-full,
mindful therapeutic child of present identity's
contentious presence.

Yang's passion, without Yin's kind-mind
and pleasure-body,
necessary for comprehensive consciousness,
but not quite Yintegral enough
for resonating resilient

Peace, without suffering unresolved...

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Her Story 

Her story 
What lies behind the smile 
Whew, Chile.....
Are you ready? This may take a while 
Her story doesn't get told 
As much as it should 
You see, people remember the bad 
And...

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Grandma NiNi

We don’t know when 
But she’s at it again
By and by it rained 
A rumbling roar, 
Near deafening ,
Awakened grandma from her silence

A flicker of light crossed the sky 
And her words came to...

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molten times, volcanising immensity, vast plateau
  belly-belching landform
  oceans, shallow seas and lakes swell up and down
  land-bridging, submerging
  any one place moving astride, stutter-shifting
  continental drifting world
  climate...

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What mountain’s top holds truth’s last stand,
 its vista viewed as life’s specific grandeur;
 promised above earth’s horizon,
 soon home to you, this present era’s raconteur;
 prized perch upon and soon so manned,
 spirits to...

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 I am poetry  a nightingale stringing blues 
               Of medieval lyrics---swords sliding bows.
      ...

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The 1st time I used a profane word 
My tongue welcomed the new vocabulary with open arms 
Most days, I find it hard to cook without the extra seasoning 
The truth is, I find it...

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Centered in the irregular rectangle of the caves entrance the fire popped and danced as the snow fell lazily before the backdrop of pines.Softly the wind moaned above the tree line.Francis sat on their makeshift...

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We were children of the 50s and early 60s, first of the boomers.
Our parents knew of wars and more wars, much lack, and hard work.
They were either directly sent off to war or worked hard...

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Sleep, those putrid portions of decay,
wither away at my conscience,
and nudge my crusted eyes open,
to the pain of daylight usurping the drape.

Legs slump, feet thud the carpet,
to another unwelcome day,
how many times will I have...

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(In a 19th-century legal judgment studied by all who 
learn the English common law, Sturges v. Bridgeman,
the court found in favour of a "nice" doctor over a
"common" manufacturer, for reasons of pure snobbery.)

The Candyman Can’t

Some...

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Good morning future.
Good morning past.
Good morning today:
Could you make me laugh?
     a sincere laugh
     it's been too long
     or even a cry
 ...

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