Long Simplistic Poems

The problem of military reactions
to territorial control issues
is not merely that violence breeds further strategic development
of violence,
although this is no small,
nor amoral, 
concern.

This primal problem of militarism by historic default
is that it is an intrinsically...

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I live in America, as in the United States of America, and that used to mean something. At least to me it did. And it’s not so much in how I was raised but in...

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Understanding myself, and towards developing  introvertedly 
The parameters of today, yet most lay dormant inside of me
Questioning the how, as in such, the extended inner faculty 
Fractured as then, it's an opposing end, and...

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Mentors with the BeeTrees

From NorthWinds
come darkening winter
as newborn discontent
waiting to spring forth.

From SouthWinds
come summer's diastasis
climax of full-born wisdom,
contentment for and from all four directions
spread across sleeping hearts
of each nighttime regeneration.

From normalizing WestWind toward East colonializing
patriarchal...

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Digital Creationism
(Man 0, God 1)         

Part 1: Binary God
For men it seems God is a binary function
And like ones and zeros 'HE IS ON or 'he's off.'
Is...

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Chapter 1: Deneen's Failed Liberalism (Revised Version)

Developing progressivism
within liberalism
further iterates pervasive presentism
of win/win
past through future multiculturalism,

A healing timelessness,
progressivism grounds deep attachment
toward our most sensory-nutritional past,

Particularly radical cooperative customs
and multiculturally bilateral geocentric traditions.

While widely understood to...

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By Stanley Collymore

Never speak ill of the dead we’re constantly and solemnly
exhorted regardless of who they are or the life that
they freely chose to live, as they’re no longer
around, is the lame and unconvincing excuse
that’s...

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My acquaintance with poetry in general and the simplistic literary brilliance of Robert Frost in particular, came at a relatively early age. My mother would ambivalently imply that I was too young to remember, however...

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Dark, the night morphs slowly toward dawn.
In its last vestige, the moment in which night becomes morning,
he speaks to me.
I refer to him as "he" only to supplicate my own delusional need
to believe that a...

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As I awake this morning
I remember a Barney song 
for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter.

I love you
and you love me
even if I couldn't realign my four B's,
Brain,
and Branches,
and Belly,
and Butt, 
these four aligned
good government.

If you...

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Perhaps you have heard it many times before.                           ...

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In the silent blizzard of my thoughts, I reflect upon the madness that unites the crowds,
Where the masses of individuals consider all who are not part of the collective madness to be insane,
Anyone who crosses...

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What Is Love 
   by Edmund Siejka

My parents argued frequently
So love was an elusive something 
Usually found in someone’s else’s home
In high school 
A little more sure of myself
I dated my first girlfriend
In...

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Prophesy of Invention

Compositions of profound illumination resonating from a prophetic musician 
Impositions that compound remuneration as the economists of capitalism demand an inquisition 
A tired physician’s diagnosis that confounds all surgical precision 
A technician becomes...

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If Yang's powers are efficiency of outcomes,
whether positive or negative,
regeneratively sustainable
or strained out toward dissonant chaos
of runaway monopolistic monoculturalism,
which I believe economists call capitalism;

Then Yin's dialectal fluency is qualitative effectiveness,
whether nurturing health or pathology,
and all...

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Leaving the guesswork out of my story,
Listening – cold, like the bittersweet
History of a woman who remembers only
The difficult moments who made her
Bolder, wiser, surer – more like a portrait
Of who she was intended to...

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trapped within the very impulse of our loved beneath the perplexing ambush
we close the door of brevity with a slight adjustment of the hand when will we understand
caught betwen the world I know then onto...

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Avoiding the unpleasantries of the Barbarians At The Gate                          ...

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I guess that the revolution
was meant to take place between my
thighs
and below my waist
I guess that the revolution
expects me
to shorten my stride
and slow my pace
just so that I will always remain
a few steps behind you
	submissive
	subservient...

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Sitting in the living room on a rather
chilly winters evening, reading the life
journal of a daughter whose parents, 
Pakistani and Kashmiri both dead when
she was really young. 

In an alternate narrative, the clock moves
as fast...

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Dante caught Beatrice looking at him and smiled.
"I dare say that right now you look even more handsome 
to me than when I first made your acquaintance."

"So what blessed soul was the recipient of 
your...

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Poetry and Words 

Comes in so many a different form

All depends and depending on who
it is written by 

What the particular subject or topic
is

And what it's initial and final intentions
are and maybe 

It can rhyme...

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That first breath you take after one of those times when you feel as though nothing else 
could ever matter is one that fills you full of life, and exhilaration. As if a new lease...

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Why does the Moon think she is obligated to hide her body from the Earth?
Does she not know her revolving mass entrances our eyeballs to her blueish, gray hue?
Doesn't she know that when she shows...

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"The Honorific Bridge"
             :  by Suzanne Alexander 
 [neé  C]  Nicknamed missilverwood 
 
      ...

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