Long Transitioned Poems

The large, bright Winter moon shone it's heavenly light over and out amongst the snow-covered city. The city was large, the city was noisy. It was midnight and the bustling still urged on. People ached...

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"Fragments and crumbs of life, all the little pieces"

                    John Ruskin, 1853


I think of youth’s sweet...

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Inferiority complex as a kid, adolescent and emerging adult

Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during...

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"The Calming of Her Storm"



My mother gave me solace
I fell into her deep hollows
to kiss the wisdom of her 
breath chanting quietly 
I still hear her 
nightingale birdsong caressing 
the soft fluttering 
of her tireless...

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I know what it costs
to parent a tyrant
24/7
52 weeks/year
and yet avoid judging,
feeling guilty,
self-blaming shame
for all I am not sufficient,
yet.

I remember learning curious distinctions
between genuine remorse
given, when LeftBrain verbally requested,
yet without RightBrain capacity
to feel even the...

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BEING ABLE TO SEE 
MY OWN ENERGY, 
MY OWN FREQUENCY
FROM INSIDE OUT 
AND OUTSIDE IN
AT THE SAME TIME,
FELT AND SEEMED NORMAL.
I COULD FEEL THE ENERGY.
I WAS THE ENERGY.
I AM THE ENERGY, THE FREQUENCY.
I AM WHOLE,...

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"Exegesis"



At 7 he was 
thrown to the wolves

Bede marked his territory
hidden secrets 
kept in the abbey

he escaped
went to war
where the unwanted trod

First regiment,
Vietnam
he took with him
like a comfort blanket
his Nicene creed and God

and on returning...

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Steve: This sounds like the traditional Hindu caste system. I get it; all that Kama Sutra stuff.

John: You mean Kama Sutra IPA? It’s a local brew. Not bad.

Steve: Douche bag say wha?

John: Wha?

Steve: Please continue,...

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As I transitioned from high school
to the University of Michigan,
one of the leading national health and safety issues
was painfully violent loss of Vietnamese and U.S. lives,
and hundreds of thousands hurt,
maimed for life,
if only on our...

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Today you were born so many years ago, hell opened wide and spit out your soul
You rose from the ashes, from the brimstone far below, and you gave birth to a monster that had no...

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It is normal for people to say, “Sorry for your loss.”
Was it a loss? Or was it a gain?
Should we now say, “Grateful for your gain?”

If, because of this person’s life, you gained joy, love,...

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Yours truly (an amazingly,
gracefully, and markedly modest
passively aging baby boomer -
formerly introverted long haired
pencil necked geek),
prattling wordsmith doth behold
nostalgic memories regarding father
(Boyce Brandon Harris)
long ago lapsed decades

during papa's prime time
many years past when complacence
existed about...

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October seventeenth ninety sixty one ...

Born sixty one years ago,
the follow poem from your bro
transmitted courtesy flagship
named Jacques-Yves Cousteau
constituting countless ones and zeroes
instantaneously traversing cyberspace
as packeted, framed dataflow
binary digits bit of information
to acknowledge when
thee transitioned...

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I see them but I don’t hear them, 
I feel them but I don’t penetrate them.
They say that I am the main character in the show
 And I make their heart glow, my spirit is...

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I listen because Sound is not dead, but living.

I listen because I hear life through a variety of sounds. Sounds shout, cry, sing, soothe, provoke, and sometimes even pause. 

I don’t listen when sound is...

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The world is full of violence, death, chaos and so confusing
And it seems that in most of us our minds we are losing
But there is this one thing that I want you to take to...

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I have always been curious about people from Kurdistan
I wonder why they are called kurds
I wonder when the kurds would become keese
Just like curd becomes cheese
I wonder if birds are called “birds” because they come...

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From the past days of old.
At Seventh Street & Florence Avenue.
Vehicles in pristine finished.
Bragging Rights Mint Condition.
Proudly rolled by in a yearly tribute.

Very close behind did the present.
Spanking brand new, Virgilina's, VA.
Town's first responders debut...

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Mommy Can You Hear Me?
I know you're not ready to raise a baby, because you're all alone now, but mommy can you hear me?
You thought he was going to stay because he made you feel...

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I was a woke shrink, I sadly write this verse.
My patients came in bad shape, ended up worse.

Today there was Cohen, who thought he was French.
I told him either way, his privilege gave a stench.
I...

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Lost  at  Sea
By Kevin Robey
May 1, 2013

The ice cold water lapped across his weary face
He opened his eyes and surveyed the fateful scene
How did he fail, and find himself in this place?
His memory...

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I'm tired of it
I'm tired of all the politics
I'm tired of everyone acting like they care
But won't stand up because they're sitting down on fear
I'm tired of the factitious love spread
I'm tired of people sitting...

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The season person comes around for a time and then has to leave 
It’s not personal, so don’t take the absence as something done lightly or with ease 
The season person just can’t stay forever,...

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It was 8:46: Eight minutes and forty six seconds to solemnly remember;
 George Floyd desperately gasping for breath; until, he transitioned yonder.
Though he pleaded and cried, with every breath, that couldn’t be sounded louder;
Even bystanders...

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That place, that empty space
Where the darkness grows deep and drear 
Movement is slow, with nowhere to go
But initiative is too low to get you out of ...here

If you could know "here" by finding "near"
A...

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