Long Strangling Poems

As winter hazes of January spraying
While I was meditating on how
To write this riveting poem which
Seemed to be for someone who
I never cast in my sight.
Despite her name is not an odd in me
But I...

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You've heard that self-unfulfilling prophecy?
"I love humanity--
it's just people I can't stand."

I love healthy humanity--
it's just uppity and/or snooty people I can't stand

I love cooperative humanity--
it's just overly-competitive individuals I can't stand.

Not so distant from,
I...

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The title of this talk today,
"Win-Win Politics of New Feminist Economics"
suggests questions,
more than emasculating 
definitively deductive
reductive
answers.

Would you imagine
a minority-identified Buddhist,
more likely as a feminist
or culturally comfortable
with political and economic Left-brain domination,
monopolistic competing toward total self-consuming
reiteratively...

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I know you invited the Brothers to side-line along,
but only if we are here to listen;
Don't speak.

Yet I may have credential for qualifying voice.
For I, like some of you,
know what it means to develop cooperative,
too...

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I’ve recently been reading a book that reminded me of how  little I am in this humongous world

It reminded me of how many boys with the same pigment as me, it reminded me of...

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Natural predication
greets sacred promise
to restore peaceful justice.

Omnipresent predication
greets polypathic promise
for restoring love as grace-filling justice.

Omnipotently disintegrative powers
of HellFire prediction
too quickly settle for monoculturing retribution,
punishment
due to FallenNature's past spiritual sins
in absence of paid-forward
gift economies
for notnot co-arising
Sacred...

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I woke  up this morning  at a quarter to three
and  went outside to pray a prayer for thee
My heart was light and my Spirit felt free 
as I walked optimistically down nostalgic...

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Chains, so heavy. Binding every body part.  
A cell: its cold metal bars blocking out light.   
A wall, originally meant to protect, now a barricade nothing penetrates.
A net, once safety, now entangling,...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I...

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Inspired by Andrew Wyeth Watercolor Painting -- Wind From the Sea, 1947




Standing in the old house
A strange mixture of feelings erupt within me
My roommates Depression, Loneliness, and Hopelessness
Greet me with strangling arms and leering grins
I...

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Illusion is Reality and reality is illusion.
What if everything you once knew was all a lie.
Every flower, every smile a simple spot in your vision.
The lies swim around in your brain like dead fish.
You accept...

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VISIONS OF ME IN HANDCUFF

12 heads near the left center room, 
bystanders watching as the Man with the 
book determine to make my life heaven or 
hell As I stand with my head high in...

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The rage inside me is sickening, never thought I would be on this side. Everybody always saw me on this side and being stuck, no support for me. Go ahead rub your rolled up beige...

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This poem is too long for one submission so I have to split it up

THE KILLING TREE
Come gather children listen well
sit closer now to me
And hear the story I'm to tell 
about the killing tree

'Twas...

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It started the 8th of June
moving away from too familiar
into too alien,
finding no sane oasis between.

Vibrant greens relentlessly fade
to wilting monoculturing drought.
Brown patches emerge with dulled loss of inspiration
of what might have been a family
an...

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There were bars that entrapped her
Binary codes that captured her
There were walls made of concrete
Phones and messages, questions needing answers

Paperwork, assignments, deadlines and digits
Hello in the morning and silence by day
Have a good  night...

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The days passes swiftly like a croaking lizard
 embarking upon a ceader tree whose branches 
have fallen on the ground and carried away by
Marids of waves beating upon down the depleted
Shore

And the sun with all...

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i am still getting used to this writing thing
this poetry writing thing
the mystery of hiding my madness
concealing my mad love
oh i love him mad
forgive the poor grammar - madly 
yes, i love him madly
like i...

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According to John and Matt Haggee of Cornerstone church. "If you want to be a truck drive you can take the classes and become one. If you want to be an electrician, you can take...

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According to John and Matt Haggee of Cornerstone church. "If you want to be a truck drive you can take the classes and become one. If you want to be an electrician, you can take...

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According to John and Matt Haggee of Cornerstone church. "If you want to be a truck drive you can take the classes and become one. If you want to be an electrician, you can take...

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Black garments fall to the floor
Boots off, cane leaned against the door
Top hat lifts, welcoming them all

A bottle of ketchup in hand. . .

“Hello there,” He says to no one in particular
Some eyes stare upward,...

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So many times, have I cried your name, and you do not answer.
I know not your face nor your name, yet I only know you are a sir.
Perhaps now married, perhaps still single, nevertheless,
You are...

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Lamenting life lost before mine untimely death

Last rays of wicked flickering candlelight
even to this present day 
(October 4th, 2023)
lxiv anniversaries marking birth
emotions of ambivalence self directed at me,
and family of origin diatribes still career,
within psyche...

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I stood and cried in The Magazine Bus,
Deep in New Orleans, in the city rush, 
as it plowed and choked along
like a curved-back dinosaur
wheezing through the swampy ways, 
rattling electric wires in a maze
of strangling...

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