Long Sharpening Poems

Can you make any sense of
systemic racism?

No more common sense than
too much patriarchalism--
all leftbrain-rightwing dominant things
oppressing sacred Earth's
polycultural win/win systems
promoting resiliently wealthy
resonant synergetic health

Care given
as received
in fruitful wombs,
like apple cores in transition
from refuse
toward rebirth

Maybe an...

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How dare you desecrate the Capitol with urine and feces!
Even filthy pigs refuse to defecate near their own dwelling place.
How dare you flaunt confederate flags, grim reminders of our bloody history, 
Alongside swastikas, hate symbols...

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WHO AM I 

                          I am a woman of abundance,
...

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{Poet’s Note : I wrote this poem for the passing of my very dear friend & comrade, Cecyl Esau, Umkhonto we Sizwe Commander in 2021, as a contribution to his memorial service. Cecyl was given...

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"The Emasculation of Man"
 


The world goes by loudly
emasculated man 
sees nothing 
for what it’s worth
ignorant and 
pumelling chests
gorilla armies 
neanderthals
small brained 
with closed fists 
power hungry 
greed-fuelled 
knowing all 
blind to the 
supernatural
natural course...

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Contemplating on a previous conversation with Job and his wife,
I drew a breath of relief, remembering my humbling purpose
Sin was imminent on my brow, though I was beyond its impetuosity
Suffering dines with long-lived perspective, sharpening...

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The fruit juice drips momentarily beneath the alter filling the crevices and corner, while the sound of impatient traffic rolls down the street honking horns and disrupting the peace. A strange sound starts rumbling in...

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Earth offers outdoor organic classes
in Cooperative Health Proposal Design
and Revolutionary WinWin Research Writing
for restoring WinLeft/WinRight nutritional justice
and co-empowering bilateral peace.

Earth rises and sets permaculture designers
for ZeroZone Ego/Eco nondual-centric revolutions,
cooperative journal-writing and bodymind-map making,
Golden Rule health...

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It was the summer of 2014, I was just about to turn 13, spending June of summer vacation with my Grandmère, in Paris. Tonight, we’re at a fundraising benefit for African relief (it’s always *something*)....

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Tears, softly falling,
Grieving for the dreams,
Beyond knowing,
Dreams, silent, growing,
Within the spirit,
Where Jesus love is flowing,
In frequent gestures,
Wise and everlasting,
Stirring the light that lives,
Because His love restores,
His grace, in a moment,
Brings more joy than a heart,
Can...

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My Dear Son,
It’s March
I can already hear you—
small feet like birds’ wings
fluttering through the air
skipping, hopping, laughing
chasing me chasing you

your laughter—
a chorus that fills the house
sharp and sweet as a bell
tugging at the edges of...

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The years passed, things never did get better..
Her Garden Club was the only thing that held her together
The mental abuse had taken it’s toll...
As far as he was concerned he owned her soul..
She now felt...

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“Dragons don’t live up to the talk. 
I’ll find a way to fix the wagon”,
Opined the jealous Jabberwock,
“Of the scaly, lummox dragon.” 

This foul fiend then, most inhumanely, 
Pausing to munch a trembling snack
As his...

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Oh what sorrows have begat thee?
Oh what pain has come upon thee?
Drooping head hanging low
And the billows are moving to and fro
Unkempt hair flying high in the sky
And anxious whiskers are standing by 
Your shadows...

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In the heart of the night, next to the unmoved clock,
She lies, with the pillow—a saline lake of pagan scents,
Mourning something that was never spoken.
Prisoner in the castle of shadows, where darkness
Bearer of chaos, stretches...

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The rain came pouring down sending water throughout the troubled town, the negative energy is still lingering around and the sorcerer are running up and down the street disrupting the people’s heartbeat. 

They come from...

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We are masterpieces for we are uniquely created, masterfully crafted
           with our traits or qualities, gifts and talents to shine.
     ...

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(Introductory Note - my daughter (12) wrote this while she was required to sit in a room
with other students and study for the SAT.  She was not happy and expressed her
dissatisfaction in this form....

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Hans and Liam caught in the depths of winter                          ...

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"The Fresh Blooding of a Sexton Grin"



Guns ...

are for p*ssies
you know, short for 
pussilanimous plural

Words …

are sharper 
more cutting
more lethal 

clean 
concise 
quill slicing the lucid flow

you can taste the blood
as you turn them 
twist...

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The 
familiar 
sound 
of 
gunshots 
rings 
out 
in 
the 
dead 
of 
night,as 
a 
sniper 
takes 
position 
in 
the 
bushes 
outta 
sight,
Past 
my 
front 
door 
I 
hear 
the 
sound 
of 
many 
marching 
feet,as 
II 
Para 
make...

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Act I
 
Evening. A boy offer to a girl in a balcony a white rose.
 
 
Flower among wild flowers, white flower, white rose,
Come now to the balcony and stretch your hand fair.
I shall boon...

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     Dark rain dripping
     hands and feet poised ready
     as danger appears

Two Kung Fu masters ~ trouble eye to eye
There would be no peace...

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Imagination and reality.
I waver back and forth.
Anticipation and agony as I decide what I scribble down. 
I'm good. Very good. Not bragging, but giving myself a much deserved pat on back.
Songs play in my head...

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Now that December has descended
with it's roots of ice and skies of snow
our timber fortress is a sanctuary of ethnographic enlightenment
and embassy that entreats the exchange of craftsmanship, 
lately I have been preoccupied with my...

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