Long Steadier Poems

"A dressed day has disrobed into the depth of a drawer's nightstand." 

(Oh, how positively awesome that what can be sorted out in such an explanatory pattern that a difference would maketh a day.)

The muskiness...

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He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time's deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be...

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I’m sure you don’t remember me
Yet forever branded upon my memory is your evil spree
I was far from your only victim
You and your pack bullying ever so gruesome 

You first noticed me in the 7th...

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Stan the Man--Stan Lee a DEDICATION

He who that says that he is I am
I am Stan the man
Stanley Martin Lieber was born on December 28, 1922,
In Manhattan, New York City,
n the apartment of his Romanian-born...

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When I am searching for a healthy leader,
a wise teacher,
a mature mentor,
I look for someone who knows from experience
when a family member dies
a cherished part of her or himself
also is lifetime lost.

I look more for...

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A wishful tale of man's potential taken (with great liberty) from the story of Samuel Bellamy

A frigid blast of the nor'westerly breeze,
the coldest wind upon these seas
ripples the leathery skin of his cheeks 
as he...

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The world isn't fair, the world isn't right,
and I can't control how I'm feeling tonight;
but I can control how I react to the pain,
how I live my life while dealing with the strain.

More than two...

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Of all the ships I've seen, heard of, or read about;                        ...

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It's like a flamin' maze out here
where I'm looking for a name,
where hawthorn hedges line the fences,
and the crossroads look the same.

I'm up and down seems every road;
I've criss-crossed east to west,
as well as going...

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LOST   AND   FOUND

Our craft are but                         ...

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How can I say what I'm like?
It's easier 
to talk about you.

Or them.

My mother
was like peering from the dark and cold
through a window to a fire-lit room,
full of odds and ends from times that were...

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She kisses away the weariness,
Burdens – inklings of the mystery
Birthed by her dream, hope
Remembered in the evening when
The calf nuzzled – her nourishing, nurturing
Gentle as the soft, dark eyes – bleeding
Tenderness

The new calf stands, wobbly
Trembling...

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Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.

Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.

Each rudder...

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When our world cracks open and  throws our bodies down
When the world evaporates and turns us into steam
When  he world disfigures you and you seem like a clown
Don’t be quick to build again,...

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deliberate marks
              planned and executed with skill
entire intention is depth without requirement
      spontaneous act/the decision

  ...

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No mirror shows reflection
were it not for light and
dark, that which surrounds
and enfolds us, warms and
chills our inner – the deeper
degrees of being. Numbers,
weights and scales are our own 
inventions, for God keeps no such...

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A return to reality, inevitable
The momentary glee, forgotten 
Dried ink, taunting my soul
My will lost, to an empty cause
An escape; an imprisonment. 

At a time of worst, a savior had come
Not superficial, for the pieces...

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When the big bombs explode,
witnesses on distant hills shudder, and breath in awe
of the spectacular collapse of tall buildings, reduced to rubbles instantly.
One day, when peace blooms and rebuilding begins, they must design new building...

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Pieces of me
 swollen and sullen 
come to peek through my eyes
From when I was raw and young

I have stayed so long in my skin
That sometimes I forget what it feels like
The sensuality 
Of when...

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Did you wonder, why? 
Your child kneels on the back seat,
Watches, out of the rear window, 
as your car, gathers, speed?

Being a follower, 
you honk dip and shout,
To overtake cars ahead, 
for the thrill of...

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Dog footed deep rooted fist and fouled
Cankerous flea infested unglorified scowled
Floating above the four walled space
Drowning not thyself but every chequered face.

Wing wilted uninhibited web footed guest
Seeking not short lived stay but being adept
Burying your...

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Well, let it pass, it was only a dream
And dreams are made to melt in air
It cheered me with a passing gleam
And are realities bound more to fail
Or do they foretell a steadier beam
To gild...

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Grey shadows cast by fear and doubt,
Are weighty, dank, and threatening.
They hover just like thunder clouds.

So covered by the deathly shroud
Of freshly putrid memory
That filters this whole scenery.

At any moment, death could strike
The looming truth...

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I can hear my heart pound steadily 
Pushing warmth into my limbs
My skin pin pricks in the cold night
I am burning in a cold fire
I've never felt more alive

It's different to be like this
to be...

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I will wait after
and even beyond super
since sans you i will suffer
now keep at your center

stay near, the bearer
you,just as my sister
your heart is my heart
will you keep me from winter?

be courageous soldier
your love is...

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