Long To the full Poems

Numbers, numerals,
like words,
combinations of letters,
mean something,
sometimes more secular,
sometimes more sacred ecological.

Numerals and letters share sacred iconic human-intelligence root systems
within a bicameral ecology of mind-body nonduality,
both RightBrain matriarchal empowering flow of integrity (Czikszentmihalyi)
and LeftBrain patriarchal Yang...

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I tell, to follow, that long trait before
We reached the  back foot of the tower tall,
Our eyes went up to the top core

For two little flames we saw install,
And another responding from so far
That...

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After my young wife died tragically, I decided to move away
Memories we made in our house were painful; I couldn’t stay
I’d often remember that phone call from her doctor who’d said
"John, you need to get...

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Inspired by the painting "Highland Lassie" (1871) by Thomas Faed.

(Verse One; In introduction to Cailin)
Walkin' on the highways, searchin' down the byways,
Tromps a lonely figure on the Highland roads;
Peerin' from the Highdown, breezin' through the...

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"The Unicorn and The Sticky Asphalt Jungle"



Bedtime stories
now walk through fog
The Unicorn skips 
on lines of sticky Asphalt

The father writes his play
The mother seen as absent
becomes deus ex machina
she will be the only one 

to...

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In the blinded moments,
Before the mist rises over the tumbling surf…
Blueness tempting awake my dreams,
A heartbeat from the flaming blaze,
Sunshine pouring through the clusters of 
Feathery clouds, like the breath of peace
Aroused from the falling...

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I wish I didn't suck at telling her how overwhelmingly strong I feel
I wish sometimes I wasn't so blunt, offensive, and abrasively real
I wish I knew the words to secure her entire weary heart
I wish...

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To a perfectly perfect stranger
met on a time on the river bank
I asked a simple question,
“How should I live my life 
and live life to the full?”
He smiled at me, His eyes dark, wise and...

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Poet's Notes 1:
My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet 
has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, 
reference her poems...

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Marching out of the cloaked shires
Of landowners, stockbrokers, 
Hereditary Peers, and ruddy faced 
Squires:
A vast multitude of many varied 
Tribes.
Amassing in the great cities, where,
Inhabiting shadowy chambers, 
Behind nodding sighs and hushed 
Whispers, 
The Masonic...

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"Eye of Horus and the Seat of Me"



When I looked 
into 
your eyes
Blue Sky 
reflected in 
the Heart of mine

I sat true 
in the 
Seat of Me
Amygdala 
holding the gears 
in my hand

your hands 
over...

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A conversation that ends as you sweep through the door
I didn't quite hear, my position unsure
So I'll make idle chit chat on your return
Test the water, see what I can learn
Oh maybe I imagined it,...

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you don't like me...and that's ok
you need your comfort zone in tact
and so you keep away
passionately intense people
can make life a little messy
blood bath of emotions
on display
night or day
It's ok

Never thought you had it in...

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Getting confused between the two
Wondering what they think about you
Who thinks you are trustworthy friend 
And who thinks that you will bring his friendship to an end  
Although you can’t say what they are...

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We turned to each other when we heard on the news
Our daughters place of work, enduring mother nature's bruise
She worked on an island now swamped with wrath
To her we now travel to retrace her last...

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Lizzie

Each and every day, Lizzie opens up a can,
Of tasty Salmon cat food for her beloved tabby Dan,
She's lived alone since Harry died, a victim of world war two,
Neighbours live at either side, but she's...

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I was walking 
absentmindedly on 
the street
When I saw a sight 
luvly to behold.
This sight fit to take 
a man off his seat
Cos it's one that is 
but for the bold!

I have been 
oblivious of...

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I see big changes, everybody's walking around,
heads face the ground, you made us so damn proud.
The eleven man crew's one man down,
gone but not forgotten in Bath town.

I pinch myself at the thought of you,
I...

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I awoke in a place where I never had been,
where all my life’s years seemed no help to me.
I felt that the stem of my mind had been sheared
as I sunk way down deep into...

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SEVEN WORKINGS OF THE BLOOD

Many people hear 'the Blood'
But knoweth not its great workings
So in this small scoop of poetry
I will try to share the seven things
That the Blood does for us
Not that I have...

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As Artists Touching an Audience - Thoughts on Creating


Beyond the full experiencing and aims of the creative process in all genres, there are the results, the “made” productions, the works, ready to be sent 
out...

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it seems in just the twinkling of an eye
life passes by
and one's left at the brink
with time to think
before the fall 
into the great abyss
where did time go?

For some, life is short
for others, long
But the...

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I stood tall in front of the head stone.
A bunch of cheap flowers in my hands
Were given to me by my uncle.
     I felt all the discomfort of the world.
 ...

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Poet's Notes:
My poet's notes must precede the next Echo Poem as well because the poet 
has not given me permission to publish her poems on my site. I can, of course, 
reference her poems without...

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Part Two

Till October comes around with its bounty
   The granary stuffed to the full
Lush fruits still pulpy and juicy
   Ripen to a filthy rashes on skin brashness
The greenness of innocence
 ...

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