Long Tributary Poems

Pellucid pachyderms wade across
the purpling River Manjees
and Tozzath watches from the bank, 
the seat of his maroon pantaloons soaked with mud,
his nostrils flaring with the fragrance of ombadalias,
whose lacey petals flutter
like the wings of long-dead...

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A shaman has two vocations,
inter-related, 
wise teacher
and robust healer

With emphasis on noticing healthy natural systems
shared values
wealthy spiritual development of seasons
with timely regenerative change
without untimely degenerative treasons
to reason

Healers of motherland
and Her EarthTribes.

My favorite teachers
seem to remember...

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Perhaps too redundantly,
and not quite octave-eloquently enough,
we have pictured Original Yang/Yin ReGenerative/DeGenerative CoArising Intent
as LeftBrain Patriarchal EgoDominant
with a preference for WinLose,
defined as Either-Or thinking
with fundamentalist vertical power hierarchical assumptions
that LeftElite will always remain conservatively On...

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Crazy Horse Monument

Up there! On the Black Hills Mountain, 1
A work in progress sculptured in granite,
Of a stern faced warrior, strong and determined, 2
Unadorned in a war bonnet, with his hair flowing in the wind,
And...

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You had that future retro look:  two thousand seventeen,
There was a slow and sultry permanence, a little slouchy lean
As you eased out of the taxi before it shot off to the right,
Who could have...

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In the shadows of my half-waked condition of terra firma- patronus renditioned, I mudder into your soil,
snorkel into your swamp of inlet tributary, a flagellum personae , prosopopoeia explorae eel, "Marinas"
here waters water dreams, to...

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Conceived in manic sorrow,
proclaiming her self-left-as-righteous Hollowness,
the less assertive Queen of Hearts:

I'm good between either of these two black kings
and those two black jacks behind, 
either one,
no matter to me

Between a spade for digging soul...

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Vent In Form of An Argument

Many people have heard started to vent,
By doing it in the form of an argument;
Things occurred,
That were blurred; 
From Trump could not obtain his consent.

Jim Horn

Those Who Had Died

What if...

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Your Elysian Killing Fields-
Your soul, my Love,
is the pristine gilded white,
that cascades down from Heaven's summit.
A river that fills me, a dry riverbed,
with your milk and honey.
Your current carrying me along,
to your eternity.
Eternally, flowing along,
your...

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I was born at great heights,
For the peak of morning rays and the glacial snowy nights ,
I never listen to my parents nor their way,
And when my mother holds me I escape and melt away,
At...

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Written: April 21, 2024
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 ...you appeared...

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Chasing dreams for memories,
with bold stroke,
eyes are set toward an uncertain goal
that launches souls afloat
down a river never traveled.
A river of doubt.

Under the dark forest canopy
the cacophony 
of natures symphony
is unusually silent.
Only imaginations din
rings in...

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 Intensity RIVER AND LAKES—
The lands have a sore throat;
Because of this harsh winter;
Like a trachea a winding way to the mouth;
Also does a river flows it too has water a mouth;
Temperate lows and frigid...

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Starting from Chota Nagpur plateau,draining into Hooghly;
Its our Damodar river, 'rope around the belly'.
Another name of Lord Krishna,
Rich in mineral resources,abundant in coal,iron and steel,mica.

It is a river in North-eastern India,rising with many tributaries;
Flows generally...

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Here in the quietness
like that of a silent root
growing deep into the earth,
I sit in the womb of my room,
contemplating a tributary
flow of imaging words
from the lexical river of verse;
sending streaming messages 
to the belly...

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Suzette Prime/Free Verse



undulating yowls 
both sides of my hemispheres
reverberates through the ears
sadness
rejection
continuously play
the mind longs for its most melodious display
nature sings in sweet harmony with every raindrop
amidst the howl of the gale
whimpering of leaves 
drives...

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Taste the hate,
the poisonous juice from the bitter fruit
Evil seeds
being spit out of the mouth,
deadly wormwood desires formed at the root
Chew the rancid leaves of seethe
growing on the bigot tree;
hallucinate on the hate,
conversion of impure...

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You could feel it couldn't you
son who has left the room
mother electricity
the 1,000 bolts
10,000 volts
(not even 27 years could cure)

I give myself over
I fall
and I gladly go
i swan dive
to rock bottom

I will face that stone
I...

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Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps 
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As in gnashing and grinding of canine
As rain, like beads of...

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Can you remember who you were before the world told you who to be?
reminiscing on elementary, high school, college, was that really me?
they say you live and you learn well I don't necessarily agree...
because until...

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"You drown not by falling in a river, but by staying submerged in it.”

A gentle mist
billows above the man-made pond
that spawns a rippling

sorrel-dusky brook
that ebbs and widens as it becomes
a river.

The runnel is dark rust...

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We love when we have the chance…to experience something earthshaking…
like sitting beside a waterfall…listening to the music she is making.

Each waterfall is made up of endless individual streams of water…
blending into one graceful symphony…
as they...

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The grass, just about dry, 
 is canary, clothed in evening sun, 
now sinking beyond the colorful portrait,
canvassed on nature’s abundant spread;
a brilliant form, painted by fall’s seasoned fingers. 

The cool breeze funnels through valleys...

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it was the day of her birth
when she stood at the Styx
naked but with all bags packed
with immanent sadness and joy
too young for being ambiguous
she let out a scream and let down
a reflex for simply...

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for a while now, i have been kissing the yuletide vibration of your memory
i have been placing a wreath on the diamond door hook of your symbolism 
i have been putting up Christmas lights as...

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