Long Uninspired Poems

BiPolarity
has been largely ignored
polarization,

Linear and stagnant hierarchies
peaking in well-capitalized severance
and sterile self-satiation

Use you
then leave you
win/lose planning
and worldview design
by non-feminists

Uninspired by EarthTribe's co-arising,
Both/And reconsidering
depolarizing
dipolarization

Bruised blue traumatic,
and green grown therapeutic
sides of each red coin's
capitalization

Of Left hemisphere's newer
monotheistic...

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At sixteen
People's Bible Church
sent me from rural Michigan farm lands
to Moody Bible Institute
in siren-screaming Chicago

Church fathers assumed,
despite curious evidence to the contrary,
that I was a StraightWhiteMale
born-again
wanna be choir director

Because I could sing with gospel appeal
and...

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they disturb, deep behind my sleeping eyes
  ......
  retune my tautened strings, replay my frets
  vignette movies spin reels of dreams discovering
  fresh slants on shadowy delight
  the foreboding, ominous,...

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Moods Colors
My moods are most confusing
Viewed from the outside
Borne aloft on potent waves
Of Emotion's tides
I struggle against the current
Surrender all control
Drowning in the waters
As the cold enters my soul
My moods must be confusing
And it must...

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You don’t want to read this.


I’m reading this poem and waiting for something to happen,
But so far nothing has been able to seize my attention.
I await to see which word will give rhythm to the...

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I’ve been adrift on the sea, a lost soul of ideal inspiration
Tossed asunder amongst realities harsh waves of the incomplete,
A disembarked being, caught at the mercy of a thundering riptide
Of indecision, floundering, drowning alone, with...

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Worries…pain…emotional strain…
Thought I would succeed but have nothing to gain
Feeling so alone, facing the world on my own
Everything is all wrong when you’re...f u l l g r o w n…
My childhood passes me by…
…I...

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Blow a whistle, or write a song, while the white bearded-men of small fishing towns drown the nights away. Try to forget, if only for so long, that the tempted wish bowl rolls; floats like...

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There is always a song to be sung
and I surround the one on the stage,
crowding him, reminding him
to sing, to dance, to pretend...

I like the fearful,
the devotees...
I smile to them my Mona Lisa smile,
as they...

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The City

Outside the city where the pomegranates grow
In a land where they never see rain or snow
And where the sun only shines every other day
Is where it’s always the twenty-fifth of May.
We find a people...

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A MINSTREL, OR A BARD, OUT OF TIME, IN A WORLD I DIDN'T MAKE(THANK GOD, I 
WOULDN'T WANT THE BLAME)



THE POINT OF IT ALL
IN READING OF HISTORIES OFT VIOLENT COURSE
I FIND TRUTH IN PLATO, THEN...

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A MINSTREL, OR A BARD, OUT OF TIME, IN A WORLD I DIDN'T MAKE(THANK GOD, I 
WOULDN'T WANT THE BLAME)



THE POINT OF IT ALL
IN READING OF HISTORIES OFT VIOLENT COURSE
I FIND TRUTH IN PLATO, THEN...

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On a journey to find my way home.
With God, I have found 
that I'm never alone.
On my way home.
Searching for the pieces 
to mend the creases
Of my broken heart.
Left on the ground.
Stumbled on a woman.
Finally,
...

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What a pathetic spectacle she makes –
The wordless poet, sunk in her stupor of defeated uninspired misery
She sits alone in the darkness,
Encompassed in her imprisoning spotlight of gloom
Surrounded by a million lights of happy souls
Their...

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You, who are so perfect in my eyes, so beautiful- adorable, and I, so flawed, ugly, damaged and crawling with defects; why do you enjoy my company? 

You, who are so sleek and slender, humming...

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A long, long time ago, when I was young,
on watching skaters move on Poets’ Pond,
(some gliding with great skill, some taking falls).
I donned skates of my own and I began. . . 
Around, around I...

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An alert in a skirt is not skating today nor skiing either.

I like the kitchen nice and neat and therefore I can have something nice to eat. Not that I am bowed. Nor allowed. Something...

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I rip the cloth off 
Rip the clothes 
I am stripped 
Down to who knows
Who knows me 
Without  digging deep 
Who hears my voice 
When I speak 
Do I whisper 
Do I soar
Do I...

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one fake smile said to another
fake smile at this “holiday” time of 
year
that it was great to see them &
that they’d been thinking of them all year
with the obligatory hug 
followed by the obligatory chuckles...

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Inspiration nowadays seems 
to have left or died
I feel lost and unsure, 
as misery eats me from inside.

Everything around me 
appears dull an uninviting
As if joy has departed 
to see to its own liking

My once...

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Who am I? 
I’m a mother, daughter, wife, and friend,
I’m a workmate, although sometimes have to pretend
To be happy,  smile, have fun
At times I just want to hide, maybe run
From people, work, situations,
I don’t...

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Catching Pisces

He peddles alchemized wood 
Along the outdoor corridor,
Milk-crate mounting as students skim by, 
Heeding not his lifelong stock.

Sweat leaks from his palette.
He searches their fingers for the shavings 
That lie flat like loose beard...

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MENTAL ILLNESS

Mental Illness is well defined and outlined
Manifesting in behaviors or frame of mind
An invisible pain not easily seen
Unless you’re aware and very keen

It manifests in different ways
Depending on the illness’s stage
One clue can be...

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Mind Paralysis
               by Odin Roark

Perhaps our alter ego spider
Spacewalking the ceiling’s moonscape of popcorn paint
Will spew its silent tether,
Another lure to...

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A light summer rain falls across distant blue mountains.  
I have a pretty cottage by a winding stream. 
This evening I recline in a garden chair
on a sloping lawn.  
I merely need to...

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