Long Unstated Poems

Invocation to the Muse

From the gleaming skin of life’s underbelly, 
sin unreconciled, formed from Nephilim seed,
fleet footed jokers mask pawns into flight;
To the epistle of the Most High.
For in the beginning, the true and only...

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Perhaps infertile
incomplete
unwashed memories
of elder v younger,
Goliath v David,
crusades v communion
critical, yet part of chronic, events
speak extended family disengagement truth
to powerful dirty laundry engagement failures.

That disclaimer said,
I have two incomplete conversations
in mind and heart
and what I...

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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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My Love, my Hope, my Goddess there can be no words formed by mortal lips sufficient to proclaim the glory which lived in me the season your love bloomed so completely within my life. My...

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Dr. Sue Johnson,
developer of Emotionally Focused Therapy,
rooted in an Attachment Theory
that organic creatures live healthier
more robust
compassionate
and prosperous lives
when their original womb relationship
and earliest parent/child interdependence
is more warmly attached
and less coldly detached,
and certainly not absent,
stolen for...

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Sogyal Rinpoche
tells a Doors to Perception story.

Positive and negative feeling individuals
bear witness to a river.

Those more goddess-like
see this river as great
savory
fragrant
nutritious
beautifully resonant
musically harmonic
multiculturally rich,
a transporter of karmic mediation
preferring win/win cooperative
ecofeminist
green energy conservational
and black lives matter...

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‘If not for you ‘Bri' I might have hated all men'
Sobering words my ‘little sis' said to me, 
But just where it happened, or even when, 
Is a window through which I can't see.

I know...

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It's Nothing
       by Amy Swanson   12/2008


Lost in my thoughts
     you ask me
           ...

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Earth Day April 22nd 2024

I lament bidding Gaia's creatures adieu,
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...

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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  
...

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James McKee Rogers

1836 – 1900


I offer up this epitaph as an ode instead,
An ode of love, affection and gratitude
To Whittier, my true home away from my one true home.
I dedicate this plain and humble song
To...

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Life's greatest heated human tragedy
the one we are likely taught not to see.
Our wide-ranging worlds are well connected,
as atoms wiggle we're all effected.
Separation is optic illusion
a fitting end to one's soul seclusion.

Gurus say I am...

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to friend or not to friend, that is not the question
I'll be damned but I'm game
These facts cannot be left unstated
whether it is right to suffer 
the lingering stings of speculative moments
or just to click...

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Still Life for Words in C Sharp Minor

They strolled the shady avenues 
under a noon sun in the summer,
smelling the emergent gardenia bulbs 
spinning maniacally in their mastery;
so they gathered up the white flowers 
with...

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Riotous revellers' laughter drifts up from their apricot lit late night haunts, four cafes are notoriously avoided venues for overindulgent consumption of alcohol. 

 Across the street, from my thirtieth floor apartment window, remote portrait...

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Between the lines of Poetry Soup
Lies partly hidden the real scoop

Poets with emotion’s overflow
Spillage of which, they do not know

Leaks between lines of what they write
Discerning souls, bring them to light

Fellow poets with this "disease"
Wanting...

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Between the lines of Poetry Soup
Lies partly hidden the real scoop

Poets with emotion’s overflow
Spillage of which, they do not know

Leaks between lines of what they write
Discerning souls, bring them to light

Fellow poets with the same...

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Dancing
There is dancing
On the ground floor of earth
Eternally grateful by the beauty

I am sophisticated heart investor
Flora to flora
Fauna to fauna
I am seeking the lessons of body
No nudity is there
Centripetal gravity force of mind controls heartily...

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They spoke in a singular language
A language none but they could know
She with the moonlight in her eye
He with the hush of fallen snow

They moved with a slow beginning
By the light of the rising moon
In...

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All poems 
lamenting starlight 
shines reflecting, 
a polar of others  
unwelcome vim

When soft breezes
Brush my face 
I want to know 
that unpolluted 
celestial objects 
will reflect 
from your eyes 

I need to know
across a chasm...

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always the surprise
by lunch in the afternoon
conversations in passing
dinner in a plastic basket
every moment savored
forever to be
gratitude expressed by hands brushing
her four-year-old daughter at her ex’s
I look for something to share
just the smallest thing makes...

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kitsch
              crowded
              streets
fast
flowing
         feathers
              
pointed
feet
         jagged

              distinctive

          yet    unique
something 
so inexpressible
a chord 
so vivid from an uncontrolled 
inner drive
beyond  memory
the unstated 
 distilling the hidden 
an essence 
of  yesterday’s
 buried in today
a symbol
 of
  love 
suggestive
yet
of time
immemorial

lost in
a moment
where time
does not
exist

One
with the other
alone
& yet..
  desire..
and need
together
 exist
contemplating
 a suave
astonishing
pastiche
  before
&
despite
either
in
   an
austere
 feeling
of
fine
beauty
...

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Warm air eases a pleasant drift
upon the morning over coffee 
and freshly baked bread, 
the far off sound
of the sea and birds bridging
distance to here in the soft
hum of Angie's Cafe. 

Everything seems to be...

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COMMONPLACE VIII
Liberty,the poet’s pride where
inspiration flies free in light
&space.Concentrated & alive
this friend within,distilling hidden
essence ,the unstated enigma,an
overtone without words,flooding out
as yesterday’s rain,pure poetrt in
still life.From a passionate silence
touching the void within,wirds just 
flow from infinite...

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Trite foot soldier status lacking
Pedigree earned by under stress not cracking
Anonymous ward of the state with little backing
Nameless face sent into the infernal abyss hacking
On unstated mission sent packing
In an unknown, unfamiliar field bivouacing
An amorphous,...

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