Long Thereto Poems

Potawatomi language,
says Robin Wall Kimmerer,
does not verbally divide us into masculine and feminine.
However, unlike most English verbs,
Potawatomi verbs distinguish between animate and inanimate objects.

For example,
we use sit down
when speaking to an unruly son
and set down
when...

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There was no easy day going under cover 
with four kids riding along with the FBI supervisor 
I was just a young mother of four actually expecting 
again seven months pregnant the FBI installed wires...

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I was adopted . . . 
one morning in the mists of yesteryear
when the sun glimpsed over the pallid shone house 
next to the abode of my mother and my father 
on came a harbinger...

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Because some troubles and faults left by last administration, the incumbent can try to restore or redress. But for some other questionable moves beyond recantation, the incumbent can only conduct limited control on their irreversible...

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A Quiver Sliding Down the Ribs 

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Proust searched his brain for memories that 
made the man, could finally understand
that this changed him just by looking;
so he called himself a sentimental realist!

many a prisoner, in walls cast of shadows,
have escaped their fate...

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The holidays is often a time of heightened feelings and emotions, whether light or dark. Please take care and try to be kind to yourself and others. There is no need to abuse anyone. The...

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By Humber in a drowsy afternoon,
When for my love long lost alone I pin’d,
My heart itself did sing a saddest tune
For woeful swain I was to be destin’d.
And I in pain then lov’d this timid...

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UPON THE SEASHORE
Off the blue Nantucket
music of laguid hours,emerges
from the labyrinth,delicate
snail-horn perceptions of beauty,
thronging this world of sensible
things.Stirred by majesty,soft
flowing surging impressions
where sea meets sky.Infinite
purples,fragments of rainbow
gleam in the spindrift,sensuous 
lively,lovely,many-hued restless
gossamer,abysm of time in...

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Dearest,


There would be no nightfalls 
thereunto your eyes but partly goosebumps
nor would be nightscapes along your brows 
even an inch above their  shorelines

where darkness heaves 
no. When shadows dance in tip-toed pirouette to the...

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A RUTHERFORD  PHRASIS 1

Alas,alas he came one hour,
dried up my flower.Weep and sigh,
for fruit here is salted and seasoned
with sin.White and ripe are we for the
Lord’s harvest hook,we rarely listen
and read His book.Sweetness and
sadness,...

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Little patriot's rhetos

If we don't see through,
Through the eyes of our fathers
And if we don't write
Write the stories of our mothers
Can we ever be better 
Better than bustards

And if we hate those
Those Who fly with,...

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INLETS OF BEAUTY
Shell like and thin,without and
within,whose surface naturally
co-incide.Straight rays from the
eyes,horizontal,perpendicular,
grace with beauty personified.
Simplicity,intricacy uniformity
 Quanitified.inlets of beauty
evident,entertaining the eye
glutted with variety.A plain
space,pleasant to see,scroll
and volute in symmetry,surprised 
by mimicry to avoid regularity.
Simple,distinct enjoying...

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AS IN A DREAM
A drawbridge,a yellow carriage
ground a glaring orange,grass
so very green,sky and water blue
in a frame of gold.Peach,plum and apricot
my orchard passion cannot last.As if
in a dream I must paint The a 
starry night,the...

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A METAPHYSICAL MUSE
What thou lovest in her face
is colour,if her face be painted 
on a board or wall, thou wilt
love it.She speaks,smiles and
kisses much. Because it is 
painted do you not behold with 
pleasure her...

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The sunflower stretched
With its stalk and its neck
As far to the sky
As it could – reaching high,
Pushing its golden face
With clumsy, awkward grace

Trying, with all its might
To reach the highest height
That it could ever muster
So...

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The Seasons of Life

The paths to greatness are never straight,
The paths to greatness can never be deduced,
The paths to greatness can never follow logic,
The paths to greatness are murky, dwindling, confusing, and thrilling. 

The seasons...

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The quest for a better way is a noble pursuit
whose navigation needs to be thought out with care.
Questions must be asked to ascertain whether it is
really superior to the present and familiar way.

Mapping out a...

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IMAGINATION TAKES HOLD
Like chrysalis asleep,dreaming of
its wings await intellectual recreation
and active benevolence which brings
wisdom & blessedness.Such does
the future promise in the range
of high arts,parcelled out in shades
of pensiveness by the ticking of
the clock as imagination...

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On the depths of the ocean floor,
a seashell drifted all alone.
How vacuous she felt in her soul
and so incredibly cold! 


Tossed about by indifferent schools 
of fish that hurriedly swam by.
Beautiful fish, utterly deaf to...

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GRACE GROWS BEST IN WINTER 
I had but one joy,this apple
of my eye, to preach of Christ
,my Lord.Now I hang but by
a thread,but if I may say,
it is all of Christ’s spinning;
Day by day the...

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The golden grain stretched out like sheets
upon the Kansas plain, like birthright,  innocent
behind the festered sun.
Some were unaware of upstarts 
in the rolling Minnesota countryside,
defiant to the blistering avalanche of corn.

There were the sidewise...

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WHEN THE WORLD SLEEPS 
This man Christ,very God and
very  man,this great design and ‘til 
the end of time,to make all sinners
‘mine’. To commemorate this
sacrifice this glorious sacrament,
a preparation daye, a solemne
Feast of mercy and...

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INNER NEEDS
This inner Harmony,an
abstract message,its meaning
lost ‘til unconsciously heard,
unfettered,beyond its boundaries
becomes a picture to reproduce
the divine.Inward vitality,the
stress of inner need to outer
impulse,scattered upon canvas
shrinks not from innovation.
From Kandinsky  Art Of Harmony
CREATIVITY
Art,transitory & isolated
purposeless in...

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SCENES OF A CARELESS BOYHOOD

The sound of water,escaping dams
willows,old rotten planks,slimy
posts,brickwork,old timber props
wet ditches,sedges and silvery nets
towpaths without gates,horses that
tow barges collared with crimson fringe.

Wheat and thatched cottages and cornstacks
grasses in flower,bogrush bulrush and
teazle,so tall.Bindweed,wild...

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