Long Upwelling Poems

Rampant and endemic police brutality... 
flourishes against United States citizens of color 
going on three years 
post George Floyd 
short lived heightened awareness
when #blacklivesmatter 
in conjunction with 1619 project
wrought upwelling of progressive surge
hinting at positive...

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We will truly only see this life when looking at it from the next.

You will only truly feel this poem
when you see through the poorly
written text.

There are things unseen, between
the lines of shadows and light.
Creeping...

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Ch. 13 b (The whale, cont.)

Now the sardine hunt developed 
As they glimpsed beneath the surface 
Flashing rays of gold and silver
Of the dolphins and the swordfish 
 
That converged with blue-fin tuna
To the swarming sardine banquet 
Then not fifty...

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All. Day. Long.

I sit there, in my chair, All. Day. Long. 
Glaring at people I hate. 
The people who are but mere memories.
Mere dust in the wind.

All that I know has blown away, 
taken by...

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{For Nelson and Winnie Mandela}
 You, me said I to my honey bitter
 When like the windy aether,
 Blows us hither and thither
 Bursting bubbles on elevating air,
 I shall sleep dreaming with one eye...

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To the Circuit of Energy permeating the garden, sustaining the canopy permeate
Washing through with waterfalls, cascading rivers, and upwelling springs the fermement
Was magically darkened when Eve took her classes at Satan’s grove
Where one tree (or...

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Frolic branches of trees shake, butterfly leaves flutter
with the trail of summer squall the feisty forest plays.
Don’t make your mind a denuded forest of clutter
if with the flickering shadows of foliage at gloomy dusk
it can’t...

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If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound from the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush feral on sordid trail.

The unbridled mind turns into a...

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I Didn’t Say These Things To You
By Rick Rucker



When we were alone,
You had lost all, down to skin and bone.

I had hoped to tell you on our anniversary,
But it was as noisy as an infant...

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BEING WHAT YOU ARE

Frolic branches of trees shake, butterfly leaves flutter
with the trail of summer squall the feisty forest plays.
Don’t make your mind a sprawling forest of wilderness
if with the flickering shadows of foliage at...

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Unbound from the righteous roots 
of the sanctified dormant soul,
the anchorage of wayward mind is unsteady.
In the dislodging thrust 
of the upwelling desires,
the untamed instincts 
rush feral on the sordid trail.

The unbridled mind turns into...

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The frolic boughs of trees tremble,
butterfly-latticed leaves flutter 
in the trail of summer squall, 
where the feisty forest plays with foliage.
Don’t make your mind 
a sprawling forest of forlornness.
In descending dismal dusk, 
with the flickering...

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You are an enchanting cynosure
Beyond my naked eyes could see;
An unbounded briny exposure
Where tiny drops assemble sea;
Unpretentious blustery waves
Evolve from phenomenal ripples;
Flowing endless murmur cripples
Heart deep embedded peeves.

Tuneless prayers by lonely seamen
Resonate in salty humid...

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If the anchorage of the wayward mind is unsteady
Unbound to the righteous roots of sanctified soul
In the dislodging thrust of the upwelling desires
The untamed instincts rush wild on sordid trail.

The unbridled mind turns into predator...

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A sense of betrayal finds you insane
Moments of silence will bind with the pain

Confusion begets the loss of your dreams
Tears flow from the eyes in upwelling streams

Spinning the mind as the world turns colder
As a...

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The golden orb fades beyond the far ridge of trees, 
purple dusk wins the fight
The cold settles in the marrow of the bone

The long lonely trail calls my name

Twilight trail winds amongst the spruce
Dogs surge...

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The blue waters of the North Atlantic,
deceptively calm, are shrouded in mystery
in the deadly Bermuda triangle,
delineated by many as a paranormal swathe,
where series of unexpected events, unexplained,
made many aircraft and ships to strangely disappear.

Despite the...

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AUTUMN EARLY MORNING


The waking sun warms and stirs the grass-frost,
On this early morning as I gaze at you, now
Asleep.   Across the glaze of my window,
Turning it to milky mist and fog, then dissipating...

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I sit and watch in my minds' eye
a girl-child at play with ribboned braids
and patent leather maryjanes.

Like a silent movie the scenes unfold
undimmed by the passage of time.
A child of laughter slowly, delicately
picking a ladybug...

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Like within an auditorium
with everyone speaking at once,
the cacophony grew and I knew
I shouldn't have come
into this place and space
of distant rumble where no words embrace
the heat, the dirt,
the stunning sounds that tremble.

Guns speak here.
My...

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I am 

rush of wind,
upwelling seas,
weathered rock 
reforming,

libration of the 
moon at play,
dust of stars
rebirthing.

I sing
among the spheres,
take mirrored water
for a canvas,

and for the gemsbok
in Namib
remain unmoved,
uncaring;

then I grow limbs,
in self reflection rise, 
grow clever...

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"i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go . . . "
              ...

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There’s a horse under
the Weeping Cherry. 

And the Sky is Crying
too. 

I’m sad that I’m happy today. 
The new greens are sprouting. 
It’s Spring. 
The upwelling tears are spouting. 
It’s Nothing. 

In the shade garden...

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