Long Transposing Poems

You know what I think sometimes?
said Allah to Buddha,
Of course you do
and yet you don't.

I think I gave this gift of language
because you have a uniquely humanurtured gift
of comprehending
and transposing
and translating languages thru-out each and...

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There once was a species
with one sacred EarthTribe Vocation
provoking polyphonic yearnings,
polypathic necessities
responsibilities
authority spaces

There once was a NewTribe health plan
divinely humane for ecodancing,
ego listening cooperative well-said choreography
to sing GoodNews wondrous anthems
of global theological geography
to worship politically...

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yeah, right ...
do you really think I believe that?
that I'll swallow that pill?
look at the damn lines on this brow ...
do you think they were etched
by happenstance??
not even CLOSE, sweetheart
I earned those ragged rivulets one-by-one
and...

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Not too many decades out of college
I finally landed my first full-time job,
as a White House speech writer.

I know,
you would expect
I would not start at the top
and then claw
and grab
and snatch my way to the...

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Under the cathedral of infinity, stretched above lost dreams,
I do nothing with my life but romanticize and decay in indecision,
I weave dreams from the ethereal threads of the moon and drape them with the charm...

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"The Path of Evolutionary Enlightenment,
like all enlightenment teachings,
is a path of ego [Past/Future Tense]-transcendence.
In Evolutionary Enlightenment,
however,
transcending ego [investment in anything other than the Present]
is not an end in itself--
it's a means to a higher [Presence...

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So what do U.S. national political candidates recommend
to resolve degenerative trends
to turn toward sustained slow-growth of bicameral political health
as cooperative economic wealth therapy?

I'm still waiting to sustain comprehensive
ecoconsciousness 
that fundamentalist terror's enculturation could not evaporate
by...

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Recoiling on the bitter tones                              ...

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So, I guess a 12 year old
American brown male playing by himself
with a toy gun
is outside your boundary
for normal early-adolescent activity.

Well, I can see why you would need
to draw your boundary
for healthy rationality
outside his grassy...

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Earth's multi-tribal sanctuary,
like any flexible multi-generational home,
like elastically resilient residents
of a nineteenth century
three-family brownstone,
or a centennial extended family farm,
positively grows gratitude
for HereNow integrity
of further co-operative covenanted potential ways
and means to restore Paradise peace intent
for all...

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The Art
         The art of music reveals the soul's effigy
         The overture that eternally imparts its recital
  ...

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Before the inchoative formation of bygone days, before time's transposing and 
infantile sands,
Before the engulfing deluge covered our quixotic shores,
Whence the awakened were dreamers bestriding upon night's fuliginous sands, 
Too late did our vaticinators previse...

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When the ocean swells the boat of life shreds shoddy anchor line
I put to words from pen and keyboard what matters most in time
and seek a buoy a float some flotsam dejected towards the storm
then...

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As I stand here gazing  upon
A row of trees nearing their demise
My mind is overcome by a barrage 
Of paralyzing truths
That have contaminated my spirit
Like a river transposing itself
Into an infested swamp
Nonetheless, the sight...

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HIS BEAUTIFUL FACE MIRRORS THE FACE OF GOD.

HIS SMILE BRIGHTENS THE WORLD AROUND HIM.

BEING OF OPEN HEART AND MIND,

HE CAME THROUGH THE SUFFERING AND TURMOIL.

ALMOST BEATEN TO DEATH,

HE ENDURED THE PAIN AND TORTURE FROM ANOTHER...

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Bitter Sister:

Don't want to leave
like this
want to pick you up
in my arms 
kiss you and tell
you - I have 
stored away and
protected,
this love I have for
you.

Don't want to feel
like this,
Like the only way
into your 
heart...

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waterlilies promenading
in a lonesome pond
are glimmering jewels
of green onyx and emerald
exuding empyrean elegance
of your perennial aura 

oh, the purplish water
that holds her tiny roots
gently interchanging 
like a melody transposing
from monophony to polyphony 
whilst lilac and...

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               Words are emotion's instrument,
language elementals playing verse's lament, consciousness', lined segment.
Like a Toon, in idea delineation,
incharacterizing, crystalizes stylizes component, tending...

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grand garden at Giverny
are gems gorgeously
nestling near a warm abode
where golden path lies beneath
in thick impasto and rugged strokes
transforming terrestrial moment
into amaranthine beatitude

baggy brush movement
of varied greens~ 
transposing from  soft geneva
to gecko and genoa
interlacing...

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Poets ink a kaleidoscope of sparkling phrases
that paint pictures within the conscious mind,
using a pen dipped into an inkwell of witty words.
A blank page morphs into a canvas
dabbled with literary lures that draw the reader
in...

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It was a fine mid noonday
The wind grasps itself against the heat
Finding its way toward destiny
Like a man finding his own way

Success and failures are **** hoes
Trading, its guise from one to another
By transposing throughout...

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Drawing
          into the golden sun streaked center of clouds
Floating
          Free on our unshackled journey
Drifting
   ...

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Fluttering fingertips 
on ebony and ivory
gently ascending 
like the wings of 
a white butterfly~
then gradually descending~
fading like a sleepy sun.

Tender instrumental pauses ~
transposing into heart beats
like the silence between I
and LOVE~ and YOU
when you utter...

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Captive to the rainstorm
Riding the glaring lightening flare
Blistering the silent egg shaped moon
Tearing open the limitless midnight sky
Flashing with the vengeance 
Of fierce exquisite white gold
Splitting the whirlwind atmosphere
With the perfection of stillness
Transpiring with the...

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The air is breezy, the night is silently resting under a moonless sky.
Incense burns strong but on this night;
 the scent was like faint words to an untrained ear.
No Moon to gaze upon, nothing to...

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