Long Time is ripe Poems

If your story
and history
or herstory,
is wrong,

If wrong is negative,
If right is positive,

When do two historic
two cultural
two personal
two political
two familial
wrongs make it right,
just as double negatives equal a positive?

Perhaps when this double-negative shy
not yang and not...

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I have a friend, old and retired, who keeps busy helping the poor. Let's call him Ted because he wants to remain anonymous. Some of his ideas, he says, wouldn’t make many of his neighbors...

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No! you weren’t born
to be beaten
raped
chained to a life  bloodstained  ingrained with pain
wordless  worthless  voiceless  choiceless  

No! you can’t live
being beaten
raped
chained to a life  profaned  restrained ...

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Just suppose – a hierarchy rules this shadowland
Pulls the strings of governments, not walking hand in hand
Amend our constitutions, to suit their future plans
Throw Christians to the lions, as Lucifer demands

Just suppose – this world...

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Man and poet? Bet you know it
Tender verse can get you girls
Plain or – whoopee! – eager groupie
Matching your poetic pearls

Just how much you get to touch, you
Can ascertain easily
You’re a freshman? Write for trash...

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And the Poets and musicians and creative types 
Of all description
Will throw off the yoke of the body snatchers
And bring on a thousand years
Of peace, love and creativity

But Satan (God’s Evil Twin) 
Can’t be defeated...

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The Coming of the New Morn!

Gather around people
Wherever you are
Whether you travel
By foot, train or car
Listen dear friends
And heed that I Warn.
Tomorrow when you wake.
You will greet.
The New Morn.

When all information.
Is controlled by the state.
It...

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I ran, I chased
On faces of mortals, I paced
Unbridled success, I sought
To the lips of men, I listened
Wickedness laden my star with dust
Releasing a dirty downpour
Borne of kwashiorkor
Bulging beacons of famine

Things ground to a halt
The...

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Stirred.
Blurred.
Deferred.

A haze of thoughts.
In the raw.
Unprocessed unpolished.
Ethereal feral.
Impulses really.

I might drown.
A sea of ambiguity.
Random content 
in my private universe.
 
At times, I can’t be bothered.
At times, I want them loud and clear.
At times, I want...

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Harvest

 The wisest men bear folly, their loins issue
                          ...

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There is enough strife and despair all around
The wounds of discord are open and bleeding
The turmoil is rumbling to burst any moment
The time is ripe for all of us to build bridges, 
Mend fences, and...

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In the world of gloom and negativity, 
Like the shadows of guilt, evil is lucid, 
And glasses of truth is shattered 
Like drops of gore on a deathly desert. 

The good old days will never...

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She's just a mall goth skank in Courtney Love's flesh. Digital jail bait. Open wound scissor sisters. The cure is deep inside. Divinity embedded within skeletal matter, salvation within my hands. Lobo Cristo devoured his...

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What muse comes fourth
and in what form and creed?
I must admit, I am touched in the head
and my insides barren and sore

So shall today's seed be sown
or shall its fruit be harvest?

Shall this dry barren...

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The hunter has become a guide for the birds,
his two faces
against two wings.

He has chopped down trees
to make a post
with small dried branches
for the birds to roost.

He has broken off flowers
to decorate this small tree
to...

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A plea of the unborn child to its mother.

Wake Me Up

When the time is ripe, awaken me!
I long to see your world.
How many blessings there will be;
They're soon to be unfurled!
I'll see you with my...

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Leave it to the Japanese
Always finding ways to please
They figured out just what was missing
A way to do remote French kissing
It’s hooked up to HP or Dell
Though others might just work as well
A box through...

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Your goodliness and Godliness parades around in my head
and makes me scoff.
I used to be that way too but the devil came by with her enticing ways.
She had such a convincing spiel, I followed her...

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I visited the shadow world,
preoccupied with shadowed thoughts
that smoke across the page, 
and vanish in the light of reason.

That is to say, it is the proper way
to deal with thoughts like these,
the ones with worrisome...

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In the bottom of my heart, there's a rose planted deeply 
She was the same rose that charmed the soul of my memory 
She came and gone so hastily in the pages of my history...

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Die we must when our time is ripe
And perhaps my time has come
I travel as light as  when I was born
No burden no regret and no guilt
Walk on the righteous path, my dearest ones...

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Poetry Day #4: Australian Sonnet 
-end of the story-

An old woman sits in the rocking chair and smokes a pipe,
For silence and smoke will be the only things to fill the room. 
“Hello there, young...

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I found myself lost in the past
I found myself lost in the future
I was looking around me, aghast
I had to take hold of the water

This is the spring of your life
Its source, no mortal can...

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Golden Sphinx on its wings, 
soaring high, soaring high,
smouldering smoke all around,
flying to azure sky.

Gleaming white, the horses neigh
victory be our desire!
strike the cymbals, draw the swords,
let Sun glisten on sapphire!

Chorus 
   ...

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Sunbeams on windmills,
fields with row upon rows of sunflowers
such painted tapestries by Vincent.

Such boldness in his art
yet his mind blown far apart
was to end his day in such
tragic circumstance.

Appreciation was not of prime
and of time,...

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