Long Swampland Poems

There is a world of difference
between schism and jism,
but they both end up the same.

Just as patriarchal Roman Catholicism
overpowers living and breathing Christianity,
so too does Capitalism
overpower cooperative capital co-investment,
so too does autocratic rationalism
overpower syncretic enculturing...

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We’re in Paris, staying with my Grandmère (Grandmother) for a few days around Mother’s day.
Peter (my bf) is getting to know my Grandmère. They’ve started to relax and enjoy each other. This time, when they...

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Haunted...
glowing foot falls on the dusted wooden planks cross the bridge
following them 
I swing around enormous trees 
skirt quickly...trying to catch up

were we holding hands as we walked
...did we hold hands?
I can't recall
but the muster...

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It’s in the rows of old oaks
                the pothole that was never filled,
       ...

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Long ago when I was younger, yearn for knowledge I did hunger,
heard about a rumor going ‘round.
Twas a legend told for ages, passed along as time turned pages,
strange as any tale twas ever found.
Rumor said...

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Dark angels dance overhead
Storm clouds swirl within my head
Smiles are the veils of hidden thoughts
Tormented souls question not what is not

Ile St Louis, a swamp of nighttime beasts
Where soon poets shall roam
All that changed, the...

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I walked into the castle
Up on the hills and in the glens
There she was dressed in white satin
She was wide eyed and smiling
The princess of sleep, mist of the morning 
A fantasy to keep


She was...

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Memories of childhood.



I weep hidden among the shadows of my stained glass window.
I long for the scent of magnolis when the wind blows.
Sunrise over plantations casting shadows,
under the old oak trees,
with dangling moss, as the...

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The British traded with Major Murfree,
a galling fire the redcoats did see,
while Wayne waded through the deep swampland,
at the front a corps of axemen did walk,
to cut down abbatis that might still block,
the slogging pace...

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Sacrificial, the non-closure of gecko eyes, and counts the lines
Drawn of rain and neon on my window’s negative plate;
In restless turpitude, nervous sanction, switch flicked
The jumpstart at the cone of shadows,
And, lost, reminisce of never...

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In a misty fog enshrouded pool
of blue and green, so dark and cool

something stirs both to and fro
it's unlike anything you know

It's more like something that you fear
and you would dread to venture near

From old...

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Big Cypress stirs, heated by Miccosukee 
sky hung in spun gold. Rising in the east, 
morning sways with waves of river grass
as the elder paddles through waking water
in dugout canoe. Bare-chested, he whistles
an old, creek...

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It is whispered in the delta blues, a fierce burning sound
That moves up from the waters edge and drifts and swirls around;
And snakes lithely through the grass and weaves through the trees,
For driving down the...

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Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow

People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at...

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Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst onto the scene
To share my extensive knowhow

People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at...

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Used to be a shy and retiring type
Back then but this is now
Like a Super Hero I burst upon the scene
To share my extensive knowhow

People have never been able to stump me
I'm a master at...

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The still waters of the swampland smell like death and feel like fear.
Dangling moss whips through the wind as darkness nears.
The sun fades and the moon appears.
Mirrors reflect the otherside, the call, the ritual, and...

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Spring makes union with the sun
Young fawn is having fun
Down the river the fawn will run
Playing in nurturing like her mother rays of the sun

As during the summer her mother fawn will caress
Her soul spirit...

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It gives me comfort to believe the ivory billed woodpecker exists
Somewhere in dense swampland in the bowels of Louisiana
Where people do not often go, for it is a beauty.
Largest woodpecker in the world with a...

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You are not with yourself today.
Conversation was stopped, from cloud to cloud.
Now you know what you did not want to know.

No longer the pathless destiny, 
comes near you, you go towards the
bushes to collect the...

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Must stay close to the WC

Senior Montezuma is laughing hysterically

Thoroughly enjoying his revenge at my expense

Didn't drink the water but it made no difference

Been back home for almost a week now

No relief in sight

Getting skinnier...

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