Long Symphonic Poems

_ a symphonic, folk rock, blues song
1.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm an old man looking
For the lost, best parts of me.
I'm looking in the places
Where the people say love...

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As I pivot to confront my offspring, I anticipate the sight of terror etched in their innocent eyes, a reflected horror that would mirror the abyssal darkness that has long resided within me.

Instead, I am...

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We are nearly all macro-economic capitalists
Yet micro-economic cooperativists
with those we trust

S/he said
while burning up
and out.

Yet,
a Patriarchal Capitalist
has also fully monopolized
his LeftBrain lessons
and monotheistic idolizing faith
in micro-economic,
familial
monocultural tribalist,
nation-state exceptionalist,
straight white male privileged
zero-sum competitive 
commodified consumer relationships

S/he...

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History
as we shall see
is inevitably 
win/win felt revolutionary resonant
more powerfully experienced
than win/lose evolution 
thought theoretically resilient.

Technology of YangNature,
like ecology of sacred YinNurture
begins with regenerative secular tools
for Yang's original EarthPatriotic intentions

As seen and felt
in seasonal choreography,

Economies...

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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In our Sharing Circles
we have a ground rule
to share a one speaker at a time floor
and unitarian silent listening support

And rules to not share uninvited commentary
suggestions
verbal agreements or disagreements
during, and after,
this formalized Circle.

Speakers are invited...

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Symphony of Shadows in the Moonlight
In the calming hours of the night, when shadows dance upon the walls of consciousness,
As twilight intertwines with the remnants of bygone dreams,
My soul wanders through echoes of the sublime,
Attempting...

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EFFUSED ENCOUNTER


Neither a dream nor a trick, I beguiled--
I reach the sky enameled with golden smile.
To hurdle bumps and curves, I continue to pedal
this steadfast being yearn to step on a pedestal,
I found at the...

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Hidden beauty resides not in the grace like charms
Of coy smiles 
Painted across a gentle Madonnas face.
Nor is she vested within the chastened vows
Of saintly knights; encased Great-Helm:
Thus maketh the pale maidens meek pulse
To so...

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"Inside the Winter Wild"

Inside the Wild, 

Winter races 
towards Time 
like a runnaway train

it’s shadowy 
and dark,
yet, inside Winter, 

the wild keeps
without fail
its burning light, 

a passion play

for everything 
and all, 
along the way

discovered 
in...

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When vitamin and medication bottles became plaything of the missus

Mental health of yours truly
heavily reliant upon one selective serotonin
reuptake inhibitor named fluoxetine (Prozac)
aside from countless
(approximately seven) other
prescription medications kept
stashed in a plastic tray
until one or...

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Sample Entries from PoemHunter.com. PoetrySoupers will not be in competition with these two poems. They are just to illustrate the diversity of approaches possible.
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Image-Nation: Does One Need A Word? …… [Oct. '14 Challenge Poem; imagination;...

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May supreme Force
become You.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she asked

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he responded.

It seems, 
to usually curious
and always ancient
right with left dipolar ecofeminist Us,

Contracts are secular agreements
designed to improve mutual odds
of losing less value
as...

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In the orchestra of being 
   life’s patterns emerge. 
Ancient voices resound / 
   as harmony sounds its surge. 
Music breathes life into the silent stars, Plato said, 
As heavenly tunes...

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In the composing

of every liberated poet

of poetic justice,

every pen is a freestyle

composition

irrespective of structural

rendering

of the divine birth-wording

that has been given

from the supreme

conductor’s wand’s

 instructions

as to where to be

and go

in the rhythmic

flow of

the frothing waves

of awareness

shared...

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November second two thousand twenty two...
abuzz with Autumnal thrum

Approximately six weeks since August sum
er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about 
sipping cocktails, whose primary ingredient rum
pulled and sated esophageal tract nsync 
with thirstily quaffing...

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These days I seek no more than this, discernment, verse gets heard,
a comment’s icing on the cake, but ratings are absurd.
A ‘one’ could be my best review, a ‘five’ the praise of fool,
a compliment, fraud’s...

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              The Night Soil Man

			I

		Nothing sticks to-get-her like turds
             ...

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Jazz man of the mill suffering atomic verse
Born of the waves, air-raids of sound 
Moons  to profile the edge of weather 
And sun to light the way 
Inside the cliffs and black holes beyond...

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Genesis resplendent to me – a garden of Eden resident atheist

Avast abundance of life forms
doth snapchat and buzzfeed
a motley fool of indiscriminate creed
resembled yours truly freed
from those scrambling greed
dully sending hotmail google
eyed hungrily ogling indeed
six...

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Through the broken lines of destiny, the shattered strings of time are revealed,
The thread of fate snaps, the springs of eternity unravel silently,
Fallen idols, marble faces cracked under the weight of eternity,
People sleeping in beds...

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Saturn ! You magnetised with 
enchanting icy rings
promised white gold
endless skates on 
Chrysalis circled cates
said we would go round 
like fairy rings 
said you had so much
Love to give I would never 
go wanting nor...

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This poem is a special devotion for my mother, who has always been a healing sun for these wintry eyes. Mumma, you're my hope, my strength, my magic and my heartbeat. I'll always find my...

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October twenty third two thousand twenty one...02:44:06 PM
Eastern Standard Time abuzz auld Durin 
(ya know whit I'm Tolkien about 
Elder days long regarding) Autumnal thrum –

The perfect balm to avoid feeling glum
supine upon greensward 
I...

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Symphonic sirens serenade me from afar;
distinctive, delectable scents tickle and tantalise:
my senses awash with anticipation
as, finally, I lay eyes on my prey.

Slowly and surreptitiously,
I draw ever closer to my quarry.
Prancing and playing, oblivious to the...

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