Long Transcribing 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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Experience v Theory,
like Both/And inducted feelings v. Either/Or deductions,
like Internal Information v External ReConstructions,
like Memory v ReImaging,
like Cause/Effect v DNA of causal-effective nest 
of resilient Golden WinWin Theory

Western nature v spirit theories v Eastern nondual...

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There remains,
among cherished riff-raff,
old trope
tropical wet and warm
reproducing images,

Sadly resilient
and madly resonant,

About organic holes
and tumescent poles,
full-flowering 
young
green feminists
of feckless zero-empty wombs,
glacier valley lows
merely reflecting
volcanic mountain peaks

1's and 0's
blushing co-binaries 
of upright monotheistic YangPower
never
ever yielding to...

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AS A KID AND BEYOND

did I ever wonder?
what my upbringing brought for me;
and did it disappoint
or just bring feelings to resurface,
but never sensitivities 
of deep down and personal,
and did I really care
of what there was...

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Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey.
No universe
no black hole
no zodiac
no hero
no mission, no...

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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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My bicameral strong connection
between monotheism
and anthro-supremacism
lies in dogmatic monocultural belief

OneGod
created and recreated
and remade and premade
this Universal Home
MeWe bilaterally celebrate
as HealthyTrue 
enlightened resonance
and WealthyBeautiful
empowering resilient PatriCapitalist editing
while recopying

Scribes transcribing
hoping to transubstantiate
our own LeftBrain monoculturing
encultured comfort training

Communicating...

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I see the space between
Earth and Heaven
Maya and Brahman
As bubble film
I will metastasize through it
And become light

I am in an anteroom with God, He says
Oh the things that man could do with an orchestra
As much...

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Symphonic Quiescent Overture – Maestro Kant Imitate

(alternately titled: a retrospective review 
randomly selecting an outdated poem 
stored within Apple icloud queue
methinks ye might might savor preview

regarding general overview
how yours truly dabbled 
with words where new
sense...

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“Phoenix Dreams in the Realm of Crows” 

wake up 
shake up 
kaleidoscope girl

jigsaw
see saw 
fit the pieces

she 
another world
away 

the in-betweeen
flows easily
through the veil

safe harbour 
opening 
portals 

for ocean steering 
curious kaleidoscope
stories to sew

the slip...

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I once made a stranger bleed out from his eyes
After transcribing his skeleton, and then reading
His scratched-up bones back to him. 
 
I was thirteen when it happened, English class
When I first realized how a...

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   “You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf.” - Jon Kabat-Zinn  

Time has an interesting 
way of revealing 
riveting narratives,
embossed within ivory 
clams in raven letters,
perhaps, it is...

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Tryouts starring musical prodigies 
and/or an attendant conductor
attempt to approach ambient chorus 
divinely exhibited from Gaia's handiwork
heavenly invoking kapellmeister's magnificent nonchalant outlook 
piquantly, quintessentially, repertoire sensately striking 
unmatched vast wisdom yielding, zephyr air albeit creativity 
engineered...

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In words, straight from this writer's heart ~
my soul, or some other sensitive anatomical part,
I consider a poem a failure, without success
when poetry readers consider it a bloody mess.
Sometimes I write in the midst of...

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-- Re:  Gertrude Stein and Alice B. Toklas, Rue de Fleurus #27, Paris --

What would Gertrude. What, Gertrude.What, Gertie?Have thought.Have thought what thought?Thought thought driving,forward,remorselessly.Remorseless Remorse? Forward.Never reverse;no reverse.No.No remorse.
Remorseless,spurning reverse,seated.High!Seated high in Auntie.Then...

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Poetry IS.
A personal thing you can relate to.
A common thread weaved into- 
Life's fabric by the Master Craftsman. 
An endproduct and tool for enjoyment 
and understanding-building.

If you see a McCaw steal a Pirates
last lemon that's...

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For years it had flown through dim canyons,
hollows where the mute sheltered in echoing caves.

Poems shifted loose and gearless.
Words darted for cover as if caught 
in an empty bell tower.
On tongue-chilled days it would croon...

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Surrounded by silence and draped with a linen sheet,
to keep dust from your natural sheen,
and protect you from direct sunlight;
not from the loneliness and gloominess of your night...


How thrilling and gratifying was to hear
the gleeful...

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Serenity transmits through my veins like blood
Amidst beautiful flowers of roses and lilies
Mixed in dazzling bright colours
Like the shades of a rainbow
Huh! This ambience smiles at me 
Like the morning sun
	
Gosh!
Tiny droplets drip a pool...

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A mental landscape of shifting sand dunes.
an intimation that something may be worth writing,

A scrabbling creature crawls bedraggled out from
a saturated darkness.

A Scarab beetles shadow takes hesitant form.

Watch as words ripple above infertile ground,
see how...

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Echoes that rebound
on walls of night mist,
floating on sound,
chance not to be missed.

A concerto infused,
glistened in stars,
notes hanging gently
cradled in bars.

Mythical muse
transcribing the sheet,
floats into them,
softly they meet.

A Soprano-pure heart
keening a sorrow
wrung from the strings
no...

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Fingers flying, forming fiction,
transcribing, typing diction.
Always in a mighty hurry,
No mistakes, just more worry.

I will, I wont, no time to wonder,
right or wrong cannot stop to ponder.
Kill them, sock them, pound harder.
Fingers to the bone,...

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who can survive in this maze/ or stay alive in these days/where our lives are like islands, and the silence enslaves/we're lions in cages:/tying up the violence and rage/ the tides and the waves/ are...

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Quatre-vingts jours 
On Duolingo and I’m still 
in the present tense which 
is fine as I still make mistakes 
masculine et feminine are a bit 
of a toss but I’m getting better 
lesson by lesson...

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An eye for an eye and the whole world goes blind
They become thy home, a home that thou can't even find 
Seems like seamless love, that doesn't involve mind
Staring without eyes, faceless yet wild

A little...

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