Long Taproot Poems

Life as active love 
evolves toward more polycultural communication,
across both species and time,
within Earth’s Solar EcoSystemic Universe.

While this conversation includes human natured communicators,
we suboptimize our ecological balance
if endo-human discourse monopolizes our lifetime learning dialogue.

A life...

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Let's say I am an antro-privileged terrorist.

What would we be saying? 
And is human nature supremacy
over all other less sacred nature/spirits
as monotheistically redundant
as anthro-industrious militarism?

If you are a HolySpirit panentheist,
is "religious terrorist" as oxymoronic
as using...

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Gratitude
A co-empathic sense of trust,
awe,
appreciation of echo-resonant
deep-listening resolutions,
trusted truth in beauty life
together,
better than failing apart.

A resilient sense of belonging 
beyond vulnerable longing for gratitude 

autumnal taproot harvesting spring's irrepressible hope,
just as summer's nutritional body maturation
predicts...

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My grandparents' grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time's 1880's,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this lack of compassion and gratitude for help
for human nature's lavish...

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Father solar systemic Sun Time
and Mother Earth's Space
regenerated RNA 4D spacetime, 
reiteratively sensed
echoing through our dipolar DNA fueled
omniscientific
omnisciently empowering
Right hemispheric temporal memory
of Information's Harmonic String RootSystemic Theory.

Equitable peace within radically inclusive consciousness,
Earth love feeding on...

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'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought
my hand would write to describe the despair
that's wound its way deep inside my heart.
Honestly, I'm only the catalyst of my own life,
the taproot that strengthens my mindset,
my cornerstone,...

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Chorus X 2
I wish you smell the cologne of my intentions
I wish you hear the piercing rhythms of my heart
I wish you see the torment of your short absence
and also to feel the weight of...

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To never be happy again, I announced it; at the time perfectly justified
now regret is the tennis ball on my side of the court
I fear it may have been a declaration of Surrender
a personal skeleton...

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Where are my richest arteries
for struggling with
as, in, through
fertile flowing 
compassionate light?

Where is that taproot
going in 
to deep rooted
LoveSongs ego/eco-balancing dance
crossing Tao's revolutionary Tipping Point
of ego crucifixion 
gracing polycultural bi0hemispheric
evolving
revolving
co-arising
co-messianic
bicameral karma?

Where resides optimally positive psychology
with...

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She’s a switchblade, blackjack,
Knuckle-duster dame.
Got the proper block and tackle,
Lash your rigging to the frame.
She put the drill press to your taproot
And the grindstone to your saber.
Good for sharpening your senses,
Keeps you on your best...

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Who am I, really?  I want to explore my taproot
I am h-o-m-o sapiens, by gender, one of those males
A protestant of the Christian faith, entirely moot,
A writer of many sermons, stories, poems, and tales
A...

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Subtle comes the mourning
In light laced with night
Like concentric circles forming
In the Forrest's biography of life

For children grow in truth like trees
It's lesson is wisdom's offering
Spiral layer of night and day
Concealed an annual weathering

In heartwood...

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64 YEARS
~~~*~~~

64 years,
from puberty to the present.
64 years,
I have witnessed mans ignorance!
64 years,
of each other, cultures, colour, and creeds.
64 years,
of no respect for nature, man does as he, please!
64 years,
I have witnessed from puberty to...

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There was no tearful parting from my God.
I merely saw him pale before the light of truth,
and fade before me.  It was as if he knew
I didn't need him anymore, although 
he didn't need...

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I fatten 'neath the topsoil's healthy moat
          So pregnant with the surge of life, anew
           ...

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By Dawne Zacharias

The sexual roles have been reversed, woman now lead the home, men follow.

Men, Can you return and become in all righteousness, the leader of the home, an effective father, a role model for...

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We placed a pine box casket on a sawhorse table.
There weren’t but little notice, did as best we able.
I watched the flowers wilting in the heat of August.
It seemed a shameful squander given what they...

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How the seasons change, my friend!
I found myself today,
admitting what I might have done,
had fate not clogged the way. 

And, truly, I have always thought,
that much escapes control.
Yet, I believed that our designs,
had still the...

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I am just a tree
So be my taproot
Not leaves that fall
When seasons shoot
Their bullets of fall

I am just a man
So be my life
Not a wife that flees
When things strike
Like stings of bees

I am just a...

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More popularity enjoys than medicine
And often voiced by a sickly Harrison
Towering above tablets and injections
As it battles with flu and sister infections.

Every illness shaking its taproot,
Quicker than Angel Raphael to shoot.

The dominant exclamation of Christian...

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Shadows are but sign posts, 
fleeting moment capsules, 
brown leaf portent creeper‘s auto-pilot,
tarpaulin-sky mist draped on ancient chapel spire,
worship at the coat tail of a wrinkled orange rind lantern,
oak wood clouds smoulder from their taproot...

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