Long Unhinged Poems

“Forever”



When The Terrors came,
The Uncontrollable Ones,
she closed her eyes
and listened for the notes
her mother had planted
amongst the deep blues,
beds of Forget-Me-Nots,
she followed the 
labyrinthine trail 
and through a gate unhinged,
it would seem destroyed, thrown aside,
she...

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Your compassion reveals
mutual biological interests,
a powerful tool
for focusing fertile thoughts
and pent-up feelings

My passion regenerates
articulates
seeks to accurately label
read and process,
attend to your best nonviolent communications,
nonverbally hummed flirtations
of this
our potentially significant
Otherness.

These compassion communications,
positions,
postures,
poses,
plays,
prances and dances and trances,

Intuited...

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Tim’s father had been a refugee once he put down his fight and his gun

The story is that he embarked on the very last ship leaving East Prussia

Under siege tanks and bombs from above fireworks...

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Quietly, the memory of my grandfather manifested itself,
In the colors and shimmers of the Holy Spirit, 
I saw his human face,
The familiar lines, the flesh,
The pair of oceanic eyes, slowly blinking 
Smiling,
Like a heavenly beam
Splashing...

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POETIC PREFACE:

An inner conflict dust brew
within this scribe, who offers ye to chew
(like sweet treats metaphorically) thee do
tee incumbent, when Doomsday clock
counts down minutes few
according Al Gore rhythm
unstoppably ticking,
when life gets turned to global goo
tenderized...

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*** Satan Tries to Strike ***

By the house,
By the door
	coming in
	across the floor
To kneel by my bed,
My guardian angel came
Carrying ways to hold the peace
	of our Lord,
To restore the joy in my morn…

And, to wait...

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A country of dreams has burst its rainbow at all ragged seams

In a state of affairs illusion of fusion and widespread delusion

The constitution hallucinates as night settles scores of deceit

Bereavement takes its toll in anger...

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ITS ALWAYS THE MONEY
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS


It’s always the money I’m saddened to say
Put your hand in someone’s pocket its time to pay
When it’s not the money, it’s a crusade
Or revenge for a crime that was...

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I. Early Childhood’s Gifts

Gift 1:
Is love felt from our parents, our friends a true gift
or more something we earn bit by bit over time,
(a child adds to, subtracts from, as days turn to years)?
This is...

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The why of who I am would take a book
to give full explanation, but right here
I’ll spell it out – though I cannot be brief,
for many things have formed the who I am.

My mother was...

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EPIDEMIOLOGICAL NAME: Donkey Pox

ORIGIN: First detected in insane asylums and faculty lounges across America.               

TRANSMISSION: Pathogen mostly attacks highly sensitive unhinged...

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A definite bonehead moment

since revised when das scribe 
made laughing stock of himself 
(circa ~ 8:30 post meridiem 
December twenty eighth, 2022).

A retrospective account
revisited courtesy the following 
honest to dog doe eyed, 
doofus dopey dilemma
allows,...

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The first anniversary since being pelted...

with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021
sitting in the exact same chair
yours truly sat three hundred 
and sixty five days ago. 

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus...

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Encounter with guardian angel January 20th, 2022

We (myself and thee missus)
experienced shell shock
analogous to war weary soldiers
back home from the western front
experiencing battlefield flashback
analogous to awakening dormant
post traumatic stress disorder.

Mental health challenged renter
twice threatened us
(think...

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Pelted with pistachio shells April 3rd, 2021

Watermelons, grapefruits, oranges...
lobbed at yours truly ruled out,
hence the missus dreamt up bright idea
to enfilade me courtesy pistachio shells.

Rather than just hurl one at a time,
(she who unwittingly helped...

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In the far-away land of Fiddlesticks, in the town of Balderdash, there lived a group of peaceful, loving Whatsits - a creature known to truly never ask a question of science, and would casually ...

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Abe Lincoln As A democrat
© Ben Burton 8-25-2014

The evil of men being sold
Long past, since Mr. Lincoln's fight
Still, dark suspicion blooms and grows
And loots the cause of civil rights

The North designed a whipping horse
Down in...

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Dynamically spiraling fractions
of potentially integral energy
win/win cooperative
and win/lose disruptive

Against peaceful eight octaves
of eight
is one hundred per day
full-octave spectral revolutions
during bilateral peace-sentry nights

DoubleBinary
for fractal 4 = NonZero ReGenerative
indigenous spacetime dynamic
century sensory wisdom

Integrity's sacred RightBrain ReWeaving Potential
to...

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Earth day 2020 – Wednesday, April 22

Bajillion banshees scream bloody murder methought
upon Biblical (lionized) forebears stalking heads
birthed courtesy accursed beasts hood besought
winds howl across the oblate spheroid
methinks courtesy Homo sapiens horror wrought.

Climate change/global warming siren...

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Between Earth and Ecstasy
My soul, wrought from the dust of falling stars,
Has embraced the undisturbed illusions, resting not in halted slumber,
They levitate, and like the crescent moon blooming, dark stirrings grow within me,
I rend the...

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I was for long an active art enthusiast, with a special passion for still lifes,
As the roving, scarlet sun, develops late passion for the bustling nightlife.

I was ofttimes in large art museums, and I had...

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The casement creaked under the scrutiny of darkness

A lonely candle flickered to the tune of one single log

Unhinged she sat where darkness fell upon her face

Which had grown cobwebs and spider lines over time


It was...

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I never knew that Stonehenge refers to hanging gallows


While solstice gives solace as the sun dial moves forth

Many years of mysteries immortalized for sacred worship

	Blue Stones transported from Pembrokeshire

	For a giant Cromlech by magic or...

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I touched her hand and the warmth of her soul
rushed my veins like a mad river,
obliterating all doubts.
Would that I survive the tumult, the undying desire
to touch her skin again, even for a moment, to...

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I know the game of exclusion,
have played it all my life and
now I've mastered it,
a talent to brag about.

Exclusion from normality,
the joy of inclusion.
Exclusion from continuity,
the malaise of discontinuity,
the permanent otherness.
It's a mystery how it...

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