Long Storytellers Poems

I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see...

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As Lumi left the two, they strolled slowly along the cobbled streets and the mood changed from jovial to serious.  DynDoeth's voice lowered to just above a whisper,
     “Joulupukki, I...

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The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her
crass desk of Primal Theory.

What could...

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Interesting
how dominant or repressed,
predative or victimized,
winner or loser,
positive or negative,
show up in so many paradigms
of light,
beauty,
truth;

And/Or predetermined
prejudicial shadow
stories
too bipolar--

Not enough dipolar both/and
complementarity,
cause/effective co-arising nuanced circles
[not lines 
much less militaristic vanquishing bold squares]
recycling civility,
repurposing cooperative humanity,
destiny,
integrity...

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All of us,
or nearly all,
have had both spiritual experience
and some religious teaching,
sometimes from prophetic pulpit ScriptureSpeakers
and sometimes through more maternal StoryTellers,
and all immersed in prodigal parables
bridging gaps
between internal spiritual experience
of nutritional love through toxic hate,
ecocentric...

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UndefeaTed.  A Boxing Lesson.

A friend, off the Vineyard,
wrighted a ship.
And, perhaps himself,
and certainly the worlds ‘round him.
His words were fashioned, shipshape and watertight
as were the splines and bungholes and rudder pins and
All the Things...

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How convenient slated to receive second dose...
COVID-19 February 13th, 2021

Here at Highland Manor apartments
me and the missus occupy room B44
courtesy qualified medical personnel
Lansdale, Penna CVS store #01379.

No qualm regarding being vaccinated
though yours truly NOT panic...

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My father was a devoted fly fisherman who couldn’t resist the almost masochistic urge to wake in the quiet predawn hours and stumble, blurry eyed with his loaded thermos out of the house.  He...

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Who’s the lady in the picture Papa Keanu?

“Her name is Pele, Mililani.  The fire goddess of Hawaii.”  

“My middle name, Aiden means (little fire).  And your name, Papa Keanu, means (cool breeze),...

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BIRDS OF A FEATHER

We The poets, and songsters, 
with pure hearts; Revolutionaries,
whom have lived and died for truth 
will sit among us there.

Birds of a feather flock together;
Red ants go where red ants go.
Giraffes don't...

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Last call for alcohol, embargo 
              on the cargo headed for Fargo? 
         ...

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To my daughter who never listens.

Life is not as simple as a cliché.
It's not lullabies and butterflies.
Not all sounds are soothing,
not all flowers are faithful.
It's not as relaxing as a reverie,
rarely as poetic as a...

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Dancers
and health therapists,
meditators
and educators,
speak of an embodied
listening
and teachable "CORE."

We need,
on bad days,
and want,
on better days,

To exercise,
stretch,
fill and empty,
appreciate
and open
our empowering MindBody Core,

With healthy, resilient outcomes predicted
as a return on investment
for such deep enlightening listening
and learning
intention,
integrity
of...

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I warned you about Mother telling her stories.
I warned you,
but you wouldn’t listen.

I warned you about the magic
of golem and djinn,
about lilac walks 
and mysterious circuses.
Stranded mice,
abandoned mice,
runaway mice,
unexceptional princesses,
all fodder for the worst sort...

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" Human Campfire Legacy ... "

( Gen. 2: 4 / Gen. 3: 24 / Ex. 13: 21 )
( Ex. 3: 2 / Rev. 22: 5, 6 )


All & Every Family of Man
Must Have Gathered Around...

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hold still, eventide ...
   I am a capricious cad among wraiths,
     waltzing with a mop in
      a Marrakesh courtyard - catching stars
  ...

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The name of this poem is "…" So the first line is shown.
The system would not let me put that in the title box. Sew, so...


...

Hear and now, know here and now, no! No!
It is...

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they say (whoever the **** “they”
are) that “honesty is the best policy” &
presumably, one assumes (though
we should never assume, so sayeth
the 7th grade math teachers of the world
---because “assuming makes an ass out
of you &...

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The Writer 

Solemn and quietly, they sit in their place of their own choosing
Deepest within their thoughts of both amusing and confusing 
What phrase works, how does this sentence flow infusing 
Such a gift, making...

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Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond 
inferior sensual nature?

Why is...

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Far beneath fathom's kept, where the dead men,
Dare not speak of forgotten kingdom's hidden deep,
Under waves chilling currents, in the aquatic blues,
 Burial zone.
Behind seaweeds thickened greenery, and corals
 Reefs decorative stealth.
An ancient mystery's truth...

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Time is up to the London devil
Crack fiends roaming the streets on a next level
Trying to get a fix from that genie bottle
Kilos and ounces sold by forces
Police can't touch anyone there just ing ...

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A clear spring night. I walk outside glancing up into the sky. The night sky is miraculous, appearing like magic at each sunset, promising to return as she fades in dawn's first light.  The...

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Sometimes I wonder why I'm on this muddy path,
sometimes I wonder if I've incurred gods wrath,
sometimes I wonder when death will have me caught,
sometimes I wonder if all my endeavors will add up to nought,

standing...

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A Sitka Sunset

Mute wind chimes on the Totem Trail
 Ring through purple mists in
Platinum testimony to evergreens adorned in dusk
And leftovers from raindrops splashing from totem beaks,
Cedar poles rise from dense fogs
Of myths and warriors...

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