Long Uninformed Poems

A few years back,
in the prior millennium,
1993 to be more precise
Mihaly Csikszentmihalyi
born without a stage name
had his book entitled "The Evolving Self" published,
by which he meant The ReGeneratively Nutritious Flowing Self,
but he was probably shy...

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The Old Dark House

This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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This tale of “The Old Dark House” is one that’s replete with a
most horrid sense of pure evil and macabre, and is worth being
retold each year during the deep-dark hours of All Hallows’ Eve
before the...

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Thanksgiving, 1971,
a parachute pilgrim approaches Northwest Flight 305
as Dan Cooper, anonymous businessman,  anarchist airborne, 
black suit, black sunglasses, a black tie
and a black briefcase broaching black motives,
Portland to Seattle, prison or criminal pantheon, 
before...

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I have heard almost nothing about New Year Resolutions
this pandemic year;

Although personal sound waves are filled
replete with incomplete invitations
to take better health care
of personal
and social
and economic
and democratic
and public
and green climate nonviolent communication
wealth optimization

As we move...

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Slowly creeping out of winter 
Would it ever be the same 
If I showed up at your door 
Out of breath, out of line 
With a million excuses behind my manic behavior?
A video diary full...

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rise and shine deflect common sense while white dilapidated guts spawn oppossing beats an treats that are not so daring as uncommon feats and relativity clings to gravity and in spite of everything nothingness has...

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This year's Halloween edition....





"Pale Horse and the Yellow Submarines"



There approaches 
One

Light bringer
rides a dead pony

albino 
red eyed, no gun

or so 
the story goes

pale 
as death

hear its 
Netherworld neigh

beetles 
dig deep 

pigeons coo 
novocained

ignorant 
messages fixed

dull...

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The pale apparition swirls in on night mist.
It envelopes her body, then breathes out its kiss.
Cold to her cheek as the fog to the shore;
She utters a sigh then sleeps deeply once more.
 
She’s new...

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HealthCare giving
in a cognitive disability space
includes cultural LeftHemisphere trauma,
perhaps chronic autistic distress,
disrupted thrival flow
of wellness serotonin
and safe happiness dopamine
internally felt
sensory

Elder RightHemisphere spiritual
nondualistic
eco/theo-logical
outside/inside
warm womb-felt therapeutic
win/win
EgoChoices/EcoVoices
of health and safety resilience.

When we combine
what we know
about bicameral 
bilaterally contextual...

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I miss my Mama
She left me too soon
I still see her in dreams
And even then I wonder
"Mama, are you going to leave me again?"

Everything she was
Seems to live inside of me
Her love for words
And rain
And...

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Nothing grows naturally
or resiliently,
and certainly not perfectly,
from the top down
or from the outside in

Including pyramids
and sustainable nutrition economies
and healthy
organic
democratic co-passion systems.

Some win/lose things
that do grow virally
from outside in
and/or over-powering
top down:

autocracy
cancer
kleptocracy
pyramid schemes
negative pathology
eco-political colonies
capital expansionism
invasive species
StraightMale...

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I used to receive regular phone calls so gladly from her
I could feel all her excitements and when she’s so eager
Telling me about her and how bright the sun in her day
And all her surprises...

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I'm drowning in deep memory

                              ...

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What is the difference between a digger, a forklift truck, a spoon, and a toaster? None. Bread slices can be carried by forklifts and bread can be dug by a digger particularly if ground. The...

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It is my intimate physicality,
genderality,
sexual identity,
hormonality,
juiciality of love

Yang-fused Eros, 
rather than a less intensely sensational 
Yin-Agape,
troubling me

dissonantly aching
through aging body bones

Agape's passionate Theorem
longing for Eros's pleasure Proof
despite lengthening despair 
of insufficient time and place 
for...

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Hope in me and mine
Surrendered to Christ's lifeline
The gospel design

Satan's stronghold fell
His counterattack to quell
Standing saints repel

Just two percent more
That competition calls for
To heighten your soar

Debtors on the run
For His water, soil, and sun
Only the...

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“Project 2025 Genocide with Cyanide”

Democracy, what does it really mean
Is it the next act in a movie scene
People open your eyes and mind, get serious
Or are you riding a wave, being delirious

Get involved, get out...

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In the crevices of a tired town,
roaches scuttle under moonlit sighs,
their dinky bodies torn by shadows 
that shroud the crumbling edges of life.

A cat lounges, indifferent,
its gaze halfway between hunger and apathy,
as food spills—moldy bread,
booze-slicked...

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My friend and I were talking about the weather and how it relates to his business. He said, "This time of year, my life is all about leaves".  I said, "That would make a...

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Myths About Snakes

By Elton Camp

As to snake myths, a good place to begin
Feel and see. They don’t have slimy skin
Not matter how many this fib have told,
They certainly aren’t slimy, but only cold

Though many believe,...

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1.
This is Truth that to you, mortals is now speaking, 
I’m the one that in the kernel of everything that exists resides,* 
That no human has ever seen**, up to this very moment and
No one,...

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I worked 25 years for a company that taught me several valuable lessons,                      ...

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THE COACH
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

 
Went to an alumni meeting last week
 Looking for solace, the outlook was bleak
We lost a game we should have won
A total disaster to all not just some
Cries of anguish torrents...

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