Long Unsuppressed Poems

Stricken with turbulence at about seventy two inches

Yours truly issuing a deafening rebel yell
bursting forth with such might
courtesy cooking under pressure
analogous to volcanic upswell,
forcing me quickly to flap vestigial wings
(at the speed of sound)
while simultaneously...

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Poll Parrot belonged to little Addie, and he always lingered by her side.
People admired the well spoken companion, like the dusky skies, dyed.

Poll Parrot could talk a blue streak, and seemed like one of the...

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Where do I draw my bilateral line
in a polycultural sandbox?

In-between a merely personal traumatic
severing
excommunicating
dispassionate
divesting
divorcing
marginalizing
loss and suffering event

And a larger staged
eco-political
critical systemic
potentially multi-generational
traumatic climate event.

Why does it feel important
to distinguish,
and perhaps discriminate
personal from ecopolitical systemic trauma?

Against...

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Throughout the nineteen-fifties, times were neat;
full, long flared skirts and bobby socks gals wore,
while rock and roll and doo-wop moved our feet
to music slow and fast on the dance floor.

Each Saturday, we'd all go to...

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We cannot tame a raging storm, so with patience, 
we must wait for the calm.          ~ by poet


The balmy afternoon had been fulgent and warm
Until darkness...

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My heart overflows with love for you both,
My wife, my partner, my rock of both.
In you, I find my home, my peace, my rest,
My love for you is truly unsuppressed.

My daughter, my angel, my joy,...

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My eyes are green, but dimmer than they used to be.
I'm Caucasian, but my skin's stained dirty.
I used to be only four foot three
with ten extra pounds, but now I'm too skinny.
Have you seen me?

With...

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Mosiac Black Panther

There is a mosiac black panther caged in my warm breast
Does what's his name even have a clue there's a yearning in my brain I know?
For a long endless time of mine, know...

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IMAGINATION
Have you ever envisioned a purple moon
or snowflakes in the month of June?
Do you see funny faces in the evening clouds
or alien beings in the holiday crowds?

Can you fly like birds on high
by imagining yourself...

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We are Nasty Women

When we hear haughtiness, we name it
When we see bullying, we blame it

We are Nasty Women

We do not daintily defer
For selfish whims of a saboteur

We will not walk three steps behind
We will...

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Catch my flow 
my spiritual analogy 
my emotional flowery 
the rhythm that breeds in me 
that create such pleasantry 
catch my flow 
the energy that sears 
as I calibrate and change gears 
a groove that...

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Peccant Words
Written: by Miracle Man
4/20/2020

Peccant words should remain unspoken,
and unsuppressed thoughts are just the same.
Many, let words fly, and hearts are broken,
* but it’s the heart, not mouth that’s to blame.

Sometimes Satan tempts us with...

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