Long Sophia Poems

Last night I dreamed.

I dream--

sometimes too athletically,
fertile regeneratively,
viral, positive and negatively 
and in-between sub-climax performing 
some wins and some perpetual losses 
more ambiguously back and forth, up and down, in and out,
and not nearly sensual...

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The past scampers out of view. 
Like the paw prints of a cat running to the bush.
The wheel of time follows no straight line.
As we sometimes trace back over the lines.
In the recesses of our...

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The East Meets West Philosophy Association
had their annual 2020 conference in Rio,
when and where anything multiculturally lusty
is more likely to happen,
especially between sunset
and sunrise.

Coincidentally
and existentially
and phenomenologically
and ecologically
and ethologically
and epistemologically,
and astrologically,
and metaphorically,
it was necessarily
and sufficiently
and justly
and...

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“Pale Words Riding the Revolution”

it takes a woman
to bear the pain 
of a world ripping
wide open, apart

a part,

the child 
crowns crimson 
marked forehead
cheeks and lips, bloodied 

kissed awake
readied for the hunt
their tribal screams 
heard sweetly,...

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Once within recycling time
lived brother Paraclete
as sister Sophia,
and vice versa.

Written across each bicameral heart and mindbody
these two live on
as controlling Yang
with nurturing Yin,
somewhat before their Western cousins,
Paraclete, God's Justice Advocate
as Sophia,
Wisdom's Holonic CoOperative Spirit.

These dipolar...

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Poem written near a Cemetery  2 of 2
On 13th February 2012

But nowhere in that cemetery I could find,
Flowers smiling on any Stone, Tomb or grave,
Whatever big may have been,
The status of those, who were...

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It was a Greek sacred trinity
of arete as Western Yang
with Eastern sophrosyne 
flowing wisdom's futuring past Yin
double-bound in opulently fertile health
as harmonic balancing nature-spirits
co-arising kalokagathia Tipping Points,
our Western PreRenaissance of (0)-soul Taoism
nutrition v toxin, ecopolitically...

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Poem written near a Cemetery  1 of 2
On 13th February 2012

While moving near the walls of a cemetery, 
I saw the glimpse 
Of a bunch of some tiny wild flowers,
Blooming in the golden Sunlight...

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An eight-pointed star 
Shone in the night in summer 
He came from above 
Not belonging to the stars 
Stranger to them all 
Is above the zodiac 
Plundering its fate 
He is from the pure greatness...

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In an old vineyard 
When Jesus was just a lamb 
His coat eight years old 
Working with the chaste Joseph 
His father and guide 
As the beloved Mary 
Kneeled and prayed to God 
In their...

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Innocent dove of the flame
What we cannot see but what we rely on 
If only there was you and
I Enchanted forever without hope we shall be
 
So come rescue me in the dark of the...

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In the highest peak of my heavenly life 
I wanted to flow down 
Through the gates of my grave without any strife
The place where I now drown
I’ll never feel the warmth of the life-giving
Even the...

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(An Abenaki Legend)


Prologue...


After the reptile people had been devoured by fire, ice and flood, Kloskurbeh the ever creating Spirit, sighed, and thought about the worlds he had made across the multiverse, how his breathe had...

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Escape the tort of our avarice world
Defy the ones who shift the blame
Deter the decadence forgetting shame
Freedom is on the top of the bare eyes
Beyond the consciousness of The Human Kind
Search harder and then you'll...

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Waking up in my room,
My sanctuary,
My piece of mind,
Yet all I see is red.
The dream, the scarf, the woman,
The mystery of each. 
She calls to me,
I feel within my heart,
All the feelings and emotions,
Never felt...

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Majesty

Who is the image of God?
Is it man?
Is it me?
Perhaps, that is the case.
That this race is to be ruled by the masculine, phallic paradigm,
Perhaps the rhyme and reason of the universe is the work...

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Last night I awoke to the sign of Orion, and the big dipper pouring beauty into her
countenance.

Though the stars say she is a Capricorn, a meager goat, I see Orion’s majesty every time I
stare into...

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"Codex: RED"



Babylon, hear their tall voices
Legion swallows dark wings
Mystery through open windows calling

Gossamer threads she wears
Fresh and glistening, a wet cup to parched lips

Here, is the open gate - slick and fast
A Whore, like hot...

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ODE  TO  A  NEVER RECEDING ECHO
For  Onyebuchi

Day  and night in an eternal combat.
A  truce : the eternal cycle of night and light
Lost in the ruse of an  eclipse.
Where...

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Who can find a virtuous woman?
She is worth far more than rubies.
She is not a possession but a partner.
She is a fantastic conversation starter.
My wife found out that her brother drowned and that she was...

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Sophia:
And these white breast are withered you say
But their whiteness still is rich enough for milk
To nurse you back to common sense and pity
For you are so hardened by the custom of today.
  ...

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In recognition of their fathers, son, 
mothers, brothers, daughters, aunts, 
uncles, cousins, friends, wives, and 
husbands they pledge their allegiance 
to the flag of the United States of 
America and to the Republic for which...

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First Day of the Year, Translation of Pierre Emmanuel’s Premier de l’an by T. Wignesan

Each moment of waking up is an act of giving birth
I use the iron tools myself on the mother
To death

Myself :...

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