Long Verb Poems
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Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not within but faster than,
above and beyond
inferior sensual nature?
Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win together
where no one fully wins apart?
Why is nature's race
not yet declared as one
indigenous Earth Tribe?
Bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth's rhythmic ordination
of regenetic liturgy and syntax,
grace racing veins
full-blooded diverse healing homes
of natural peace construction.
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and racing issued from DNA's polycultures,
storytellers weaving diverse generative threads
Remembering from whom and when we issue
back before embracing human memory
in dialectic dreamy nest of fractal tones
polychronic texture
4 dimensioned structure
rhythm rhyme dancing
polycultured racing
comic multicultural
co-operative opera.
Coincidental correlating races,
humane natural places,
issue forth to teach and humor
and recess back to learn and decompose
to mentor Nature's human embrace
radical solidarity race
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
Every living system ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
If race exponentially regenerates
intergenetic issues,
then this is more of a species relay race
during which boundary lanes
no more than trace and lace
our deep seasoned swimming synchrony,
blending genetic notes of freedom's harmony
toward nature's unfinish-lined
circling symphony.
Aye pride myself
being sui generis
verb hose subject for a zoologist,
cuz webbed phalanges
branch handsomely
from mine feet and wrist,
where perforce great expectations,
asper the next greatest (I SCREAM)
scoop of the month intimated,
conducted under top secret
controlled laboratory conditions
with yours truly (as the de facto
par excellence)
rodent named "Oliver twist"
Lady Dedlock key ping
watchful eye within bleak house,
while Thomas Gradgrind
feigns tubby bad company
during these hard times
temporarily all quietest
lull on the western front
since Donald Trump
detente foretold by a palmist,
whereby said President
of the United States
feeling as an optimist
met with Kim Jong-un,
(cautiously side stepping morass,
viz hit blind side dare devil hoodwinking,
via awe shucks faux bully)
suspending noninterventionist
impact unexpectedly witnessed leader
of North Korea as multilateralist
on historic June 12, 2018,
summit minus linguist,
where fist pumping in Singapore
for unilateral negotiations
offloading nationalism
weighing down
figurative chest i.e. kist
by resplendent sun, where ma lounge
sotto voce, somber solemnly
sober ensemble re: joist
uniting this stately isolationist,
whose approximate
ten stone heft easy to hoist
merely sustains purposelessness
this poem without a gist
hence if Yukon spare one
(or more cruxes) lemme be fist
in line, though first, aye
would need to convince thee
this scribe doth exist!
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
What is, true love
Love is what does;
and how do you know you love someone;
Did you forgive your enemy;
Did you give a charity;
Did you do more than show me;
show me that you know me;
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
And that you know what true love is
Man says it's a melting feeling an essence;
I say it's beyond the every vision;
A thought within love sense of peace;
A look a warm embrace;
A gentle peck, a kiss on the face
What is love
Is it a verb;
What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
And do you, will you show me
Will you love me like the Father God says you ought too;
Let me interject. . . .
is love kindness, does it understand, is it supported, comforts forgiving receiving is this love is this love;
is love respected, believed patent, judgmental, is it trusting, dearest warmth and beloved;
Are any of these things love;
What does God say love is;
Like Christ would you die for your
Friend, your sister, your brother,
Your father, your mother, any other fellow human;
Always Forgiveness, Always Obedience,
Could these be the meaning of Love as Per God;What is, true love
God said
God said true love is
He would allow His son to die on the cross;
For the loss;
this is.. true love
True love as per God
08/28/17
written words by James Edward Lee Sr.
from the anthology "True love as per God"
A leaf in the wind
Floating to and fro
Knowing neither love nor hate
Until those who knew me
Looked upon my face
I had not chosen them
But they peered into my eyes
Until I fell in the bosom of their arms
Landing on a Rock
Where I was broken
A tempest could not move me
Nothing I am
yet I have been chosen
By the never ending
A sphere with no beginning
All who loved me did not leave the choice to me
Hence night and day the world tried
To consume or push me away
To no avail I will stay
This is a overweening place
And words within me are not mine
For I plagiarize the all Knowing
So when I landed I was graceful
My enemies thought they had won
But my love would not allow me to fail
For they knew this leaf before birth
Now I have changed
I shake no more
unafraid waiting for his verb
Code Assignment: a noun used to describe a person feilding there options in the beginning of a relationship. Among the communality of those who shared there interest: she was known as one who refused to share how her relationships would end: allowing for a messy exchange toward the exit of her partner.
Critia: Noun,:Competition setting the standard for how one might realte to the addition of another. Often set against the unknowing partner. Desribed as mean and uncaring.
A Magazine Man/ Magazine woman: a noun
a person who wishes to create models instead of relationships. Using an attractive person to see how a person reacts to there attractiveness.
Predetermange: verb situation where someone predetermined decision is spoken allowing for the exit of ones partner.
Sorter of Privilege: a noun a person who refuses to marry just because he/she loves the other person. Such relationships are often used might the person who is most favored might find another partner using the former relationship as the guideline to how the current relationship will be.
Pure love: Noun and verb an action that indicates interest.
A noun: two people who love one another and refuse to allow other to seperate them as a couple. One's intent to marry.
Lover Vow: noun, spoken words of commitment. either written or spoken as an agreement due to the condition of love.
Vance Script: a script between two people with the same interest, who either lack's guidance due to the third person's disbelief in there feelings. a precursor to the end of a third person involved with an a pending couple. The three man out curses because he wasn't chosen as the person the woman desired to be with.
Specific Levels: a condition were a person is involved with more than one indivadaul and people refuse to dismantle the relationship in advance of it beiing People using others as entertainment. Where the relationship is spokened of as serious but it lacks the components of being a serious relationship.
How can an omniscient,
not to mention
omnipotently patriarchal,
God
So love the world
that He gave us
StraightWhite Capitalist
Lord and Master
anthrosupremacists
So they could infest
and rabidly kill
BeautyQueen Gaia's
polycultural
panentheistic
revolution?
Over exercising
Western colonizing
monotheistically manifest destiny
To RightWing punish
under divine authority
of Old Testament
Vengeance is Jehovah Mine!
Industrially incorporating
the ownership of energy
air
water
sacred indigenous soil,
humus of rich, dark ancestors
Natural wisdom resources
now spiritually depleting
future polycultural EarthTribes
through lose/lose traumas
of chaotic disintegrity's
competitive Patriarchal
homophobic
and sexist
and RightWing
monotheistic
monoculturing
ecocide
That also feels depressingly
like EarthMatricide,
aborting rights to health
and environmental safety
for sacred EarthTribe's present
and future compassionate regenerations
restoring nonviolently communioned peace.
Hopefully
and curiously
and courageously
rather more enamored
enlightened
empowered
with win/win deep communication choices
while naturally playing
spiritually praying
For bigger and better
healthier and safer,
1 universal bisexual
0 unitarian multisensory bihemispheric
Bilaterally therapeutic
bicamerally intelligent
sacred EarthTribal politics
Revisting theological possibilities
of God as a monotheistic noun
of Here/Now Presence
and Goddess,
a polytheistically animated
cooperatively co-invested verb
of systemic therapeutic
health and safety
polyvagal win/win becoming
EarthTribe peace.
LIES
Dragging even the arm of the wind
Into the deepest depths of hell
We rise again as Spring breezes
Into the skies of knowledge
Into the highest holiness of heaven
Where innocence once violated
Is regained
PEACE
In a return home before the rape
Beyond a God forsaken past
Beyond the will that never was
That never formed an “IS”
A forgotten verb
In ungrammatical poison
Rising up from
DARKNESS
Unstuck from the glue of possession
Flowing out of monstrous fraud
Too big to fill any screen of eternity
Too vast to understand
Even within the context of depravity
Kidnapped and raped
And dragged across the face of Earth’s
ABYSS
Raw flesh hanging over
The flames of the eternal fire
Of the lake between the continents
Rising out of devastating wickedness
A mutilating mind of gross error
Of rage and vengeance
Filling a hard disc with
VIRUSES AND LOST FILES
Now healing
In convalescence
On the other shore
Of purification and repentance
Of sins of retribution mine and theirs
All payment is fully made
With Christ’s ransom every penny paid
A RELEASE
Into the prepared garden
Stretching out from the doorstep
Of the borrowed landscape
Over the dew laden delay of dawn
Into a final rest
In the “athletic sunlight”
Of the Elysian fields
GARDENS
Beyond the prison house
Beyond Hell’s creatures
Cancelled by truth
Making a bridge over the precipice
Above the infinite pit
Held aloft by pillars of love
Covered in vines of orphan’s soulful songs
Guarana Mo!
Most of the follow
wing (fictitious) quit
tuss cent shill, knit
head, (non adult tryst) pit
tee full (sorry excuse
for originality), rit
dunk yule huss, feebly
abominable attempt at unit
tarry yen rhyme for excellence,
benignly, essentially,
and honestly wit
less, worthless reading mitt
tear real - dashed off
(by this hare reed rabbit),
wall henna burst of
(playful tulles toy) warren peace,
aye practically spit
out (from inxs of carrot juice),
now dost daringly be hove
brave reeder to comprehend
this dime metrical kickstarter fit -
bawling contrived nada very tit
till late ting, nor
not so great English lit,
and moost unlikely tuff hind
posthumous fame,
worm ma obit
chew wary verb boss
lee probably re:nouns,
(this once upon
a time pablum child),
nor e'en garner this hare reed
ole Jack a one hit
wonder poetic laureate,
nonetheless this
(o' whar did me bunny go),
perhaps to Brit
tin endeavoring merely
to join United Kingdom
(and merrily) writ
for the underground
to test skill at
heart felt fabrication like me,
thus exempting bing
considered, judged,
and labeled tubby unfit.
Now let yours truly whoop
focus to address main intent,
(sans for quick
pick me up)
and nary drop of coffee,
nope not even one molecule
to fill thimbleful sized cup
I reach for bottle of Guarana,
(one serving of
coffee per capsule)
fo' this aging pup,
who attests that caffeine
(liquid and/or
encapsulated), the sole vice
(except for barbiturates, cocaine,
"FAKE" opioid, et cetera),
which overdose nearly found me
nearly a grateful dead – thrice
occasions, where
circumstances of Mus
self (Stuart Little reincarnate -
with an insatiable
craving for cheese
laced with Guarana,
Paullinia cupana,
a climbing plant
in the maple family),
which bean sized seeds
affordable at an acceptable price
many times larger
than puffed rice.
"The Slipstream Captures"
He speaks of donuts
I see right
through the (w)hole left...
Left side
window wide open
one eye on you
the other opines on
strange stars that pulsate
and the nebulous horizon
empathy rests
right side of mind's bed
everyone dreams of Nirvana
what is Left?
Beginnings
always commence
with an End
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
llb-gvlm
Beginning.
"Don't Give Up" / Gabriel, Bush
https://youtu.be/VjEq-r2agqc
End.
"Why?"/ Lennox
https://youtu.be/FYFUqxypkbA
Slipstream.
noun.
1. a current of air or water driven back by a revolving propeller or jet engine.
2. an assisting force regarded as drawing something along behind something else
verb
3.follow closely behind another vehicle, travelling in its slipstream and awaiting an opportunity to overtake.
Empathy.
Beginning.
End.
The inkwell dissolves into a purple puddle,
where fountain pens sprout feathers and fly south.
I unhook my knuckles from the rigid sentence,
letting the comma drift away like a helium balloon.
Letting it go, whispers the stapler.
I am breathing, but the breath is made of vowels.
A preposition crawls onto my wrist,
and the margins of the page begin to sweat affluence.
No, I will not structure the nightmare—
I will let it rearrange its own furniture.
The verb is a fish, flipping into the sky.
My hands are no longer hands, but soft, white moths
landing on the keys, or perhaps the teeth,
of a sleeping typewriter.
The paper screams, but only in cursive.
Drop the plot into the blender.
Add the memory of a smell, a sudden, sharp, neon blue.
Surrender, says the ink, which is now running
like blood, or perhaps like rivers
that only flow upward.
The story is eating itself.
The ending is just beginning to breathe.
Nothing makes sense, and that is the only logic left.