Long Triumphal Poems

I was reading Rev. Julian Clifford Jaynes' homily,
delivered May of 1919
to the First Unitarian Society in West Newton, Massachusetts,
commenting on the 100 years since Channing's Baltimore Sermon.

Rev. Jaynes had a son, 
a second generation Julian...

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What are some differences
between post-millennial Trumpism
and pre-millennial Republicanism?

I know...I know!
Republicans used to be fiscal conservatives
but now support a one trillion dollar deficit
per unaffordable health and safety care year,

Expanded deficit spending 
despite taking more from not...

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The Eiffel Tower (La Tour Eiffel)

‘Iron Lady,’ of sensual beauty in the ‘City of Light:’
(La Dame De Fer: Bienvenue a Paris, France!)

Built to be the world’s tallest structure at 300 meters,
As the gateway entrance to...

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VIII

In the minds fixed eye I see five newly discovered graves,              
Headless lions sat atop an impregnable "Triumphal Gate";   ...

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Your voice kisses the breath of the morning wind
Snapping in the solemnity that bears a cry unto God.
Angels have come to earth; that in slumber seemed,
Like the wind creaking among the faith we once had.

Life...

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Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below mystic blue sky,
splattered

Blossoming in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile fractures,
flagrant erections of next generation's hope
for full coloring 
perennially emerging...

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At a mosque at Fatahpur, India, --- what was the capital city of the
Mughal Empire, --- Akbar (r. 1556 - 1505), the third emperor of the Empire, had constructed the largest gateway in India. ...

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"For over a thousand years Roman conquerors returning from the wars enjoyed the honour of triumph, a tumultuous parade. In the procession came trumpeters and musicians and strange animals from the conquered territories together with...

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(A Christmas Collage) 

The sun has set and night is stealing
Softly o'er the silent land,
While snowflakes slowly down are falling,
Shaken from an unseen hand.

To the top of Thorburne Tower
Light from windows streams around;
The glow of...

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Jesus was beginning His Jerusalem trip
now getting close to Bethphage village
He sent two disciples ahead to go there
giving them instructions for this early stage

They would find a colt tied never been ridden
untie it and bring...

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My Valentine, how you do shine, 
your kisses taste of love’s own wine, 
you are the love on which I dine. 
In eternal grace, a song is sung, 
once again love’s bell has been rung,...

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With John Wayne snarling at me
from the television screen,
I quickly glance at my watch;
five minutes to the end 
of a year’s journey through
what the Psalmist would describe
 as the Valley of Death,
and what Dante would...

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We witnessed a wedding
of Groomed BridePassion,
Yanged Yintegrity

Groomed co-enlightened strengths
in cooperative economic space
with Bridal co-empowering flow
through sacred inter-generational time

Throughout each organically wedded network
explodes summer's green emphatic climax,
ripe
hot
wet triumphal passions

Yet also witnessing Earth's impending
imploding winter dormancies,
EarthMother's cold
barren
dystopian...

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Brutust Iulius Trois Page 07
Brutus called his captains into conference
we are done with creeping along the shorelines 
prepare now to sail out across the Aegean
the winds are with us and Troy awaits! 
Imogen seeing Hesione,...

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See the procession. Yonder they come'
None plays a flute- no one beats a drum.
Just a small rag-tagged group of a dozen or so.
Who, for three years, have preached wherever they go.

They know this ministry will...

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So, is this personification
of political systems?
asked the organic ecologist.

Or politicization
of intimately
yet transcendently
secular and sacred
personal economic-nutritional analysis
of health-wealth trends?
asked the macrosystemic economist,
in his rather too long projecting way
of exploring means
and medians
and in-betweens.

And both?
asked the theologian
after listening...

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When the sky shall cry soon,
your head shall be the dwelling place
of its tears of shame and lame.
I will help to sing this cracking song,
an unbelievable old fashioned tone,
a jazz tone of Fela Anikulapo,
Nigeria shall...

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In the stillness of slumber
In the wee morning hours
Far in the distance of night
A faint whistle can be heard...

Roar of eagerness shakes the night
As Kublai barks in happy delight
Scratching and clawing the back door
Dancing and...

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Him fountain of eternal joy from 
Where life is renewed, 
Ageing and life to be drained out, exit 
From the world is nigh, 
When suddenly comes a call from him 
Above, who regulates 
The flow...

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When Yin was growing down
and into belonging
still in EarthMother's warm wet womb,
she followed her interdependent 0-wheels
of enscripted color and sound octaves,

Appreciation for multicultural sensory integrity,
primal relationships of sight and scale
felt polyphonic longing and/or belonging,
meta-physical creolization,
gratitude...

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Walking along the Tiber's River walls,
one discovers hieroglyphics
depicting images of Romans
engaging in battles; they seem
mythical warriors so appealing. 

As legend goes, Romulus 
became the first roman king,
he founded Rome once 
an insignificant rural village;
in the...

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               The fervent, abiding sun
                ...

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It’s so difficult, too ungraspable,
poetry can only mimic with deaf words.

The beginning:
our turning earth gently rises 
    from the rim of the unseen.
Notes and tones spellbind 
with intimations and murmurs.

Then a brow-beating...

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A herald announced the joyous news that a king was to visit my hometown!
Jerusalem was abuzz anticipating seeing a royal king wearing a regal crown!
I could visualize his majesty arriving on a prancing Arabian steed,
Or...

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THE DEAD CAT WALTZ
 
Tick, tick, tock.
Fleeing the dancing cats.

Oh those strangled cries, the pleas for help.
Where are the sirens to drown them out?
I'm no hero, just another suspect,
now that the circus is coming to...

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