Long Vista Poems

Where do we come in
					in medias res  not knowing nor caring when
doesn’t everybody pine being number one we leave behind our lives in pages  pictures  or else make for images of what...

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If you run into first smart 1970s feminist to become President Elect Hillary,
please relay this message,
if you would remain so kind
and thoughtful of our regenerative nurturing selves,
cooperating together.

I appreciate and applaud your ability to nurture...

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The sunshine and singing birds, awoke me that fine day;
And warmth caressed my face, as the wrens began to play.

I stretched luxuriantly in my bed, while smiling broadly,
At the gaiety of beautiful summer, in all...

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China Tour Diary Moment #3
SHANGRI-LA, TIBET
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Paradise on earth: Himalayan range;
A phenomenon carved by elements;
Here magic gives birth to ways that seem strange;
A place where lessons of soul mark movement.


Our tour coach winds round the mountain...

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THE SENTINEL
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS

					

I took the elevator to the lobby of the small hotel
I’d been here six days the ennui was starting to tell
I’d been sent to cover an international gathering
Sessions so long and dull...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 

crafted when Wallace and Gromit 
returned from their trip to the moon, 
which I can prov-olone huck curd 
(within Trump con feta ration) – 
as cheesy poem...

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This is a lethal ink injection.
I know I’m blessed to have rejection 
Haters in my life 
only lead to introspection 
Understand 
I’m still the man
Who are you to question 
I agree to disagree
With all your...

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Hilda my partner turned in her bed as the early morning train hurtled by at breakneck speed sending tremors round our dwelling.
Those long flowing tresses embrace the shafts of first light so enthusiastically.
An otherworldly spot...

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Oh Mondseer: the muck cob brie muenster saga..., 
which I can prov-olone huck curd 
(within Trump con feta ration) – as cheesy poem!

Yea of course writing ideas unstoppably
burst asunder at the most inconvenient
opportunities such as...

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I spin, faster and faster…    
losing control, I am a propeller rising.
Once, you were my mystery to solve,
my gift to unwrap -
my challenge, my highest vista to climb.
You lifted me to your...

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Obamystic Preludes: Things we wish tomorrow for today

Insufficient knowledge 
for comprehensively conserving consciousness
is also more than sufficient ignorance
to liberate comprehensive disease.

Knowledge is not optimally resolved
resonantly revolved
accurately measured
in deductive-reductive information
about lose/lose diseased systems
and win/lose uneased systems;
AnthroLogical...

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In feminist political analysis,
when not stuck
in all day systemic paralysis,

Every win/win
v win/lose 
v lose/lose energetic trend,
synergetic person,
integral narrative,

Each interdependent development
and apartheid decay,

All seasonal health
and unreasonably greedy
fractured wealth,

Exhales multi-paradigmatic power
non-autocratic,
more neuro-sensory automatic,
and inhales enlightening Ways
for cooperative...

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Fringe benefits (a plug) for perks (yo man) living at 2 highland manor drive

Expanse of green acres draped
like a petticoat when ye arrive
birds of a feather flock together
and bees gather collect nectar,
pollen, and water to...

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It is at least interesting to turn life's political economy backward
through reverse-time focus.

Life's memories of an uphill journey,
perhaps even a sacred pilgrimage,
toward an ultimate death of ego identity,
giving way voluntarily, or not,
to Earth's regenerative potential,...

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My time on the shore
Along the edge of the shore there are no footprints
nor are there bits of driftwood from lost voyages
just the dunes behind and the horizon bedding down
It’s been this way now since...

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EXPLANATION OF GOD:

One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth.
He doesn't make grownups,...

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October 7th, 2023 upon third anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride nor prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion) 
wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill...

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Reminiscent of Dante’s Inferno,
In gloom cries today’s time: O there’s no scope
For whoso lives, abandon all the hope.
Maybe he’d reasons enough to think so.

Yet, if body’s in need of oxygen,
Human spirit too such life-force no...

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*Image of an ivory cocoon extended home provided by Pixabay.

Tender Start, Beautiful End
Poetic Forms: Concrete

First betold,
for here are the I's,
it's not that we're parentless,
merely, multi-births scared dad
from the onset, then afterward,
mom just left us to...

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October 7th, 2022 upon second anniversary of mine papa's passing...

Death no longer jars, nixes, 
and rattles mine sense and sensibilities
without pride or prejudice
no matter (even with marginal persuasion) 
wit and wisdom of Jane Austen ill...

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molten times, volcanising immensity, vast plateau
  belly-belching landform
  oceans, shallow seas and lakes swell up and down
  land-bridging, submerging
  any one place moving astride, stutter-shifting
  continental drifting world
  climate...

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We came from the beginning, shrouded mists of time and space,
And in this vast and northern clime each found our sacred place.
We were our country’s pioneers, the people of the land,
We lit the flame and...

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Shadows of clouds fall across the sunlit moment, breaking through dawn like a peace filled thought whispers music into a heart  - quote by poet

Lovely shadows
Dark and wise
Drift across skies
Lit up in morning glow
Intense...

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Along the edge of the shore there are no footprints
nor are there bits of driftwood from lost voyages
just the dunes behind and the horizon bedding down
It’s been this way now since I first set my...

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When the enchanted 
jailors of life, 
siezed my soul 
and those
sepals unfurling
manipulative
manuscripts 
ceased to 
script a twinkle 
above screams, 
I became a 
slave to my 
own silence, 
chained by 
granite wings of 
masked butterflies, 
who...

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