Long Voided Poems

Yuletide pageants vis a vis merry go round revisited

healthy progeny regaled being alive
analogous to children ecstatic twenty-five
on December exhaling joie de vivre at dive 
in into neat stack of wrapped gifts, when...
what! out of thin...

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Yuletide pageant merry go round

Panoply of mystical elements of holly day style 
breathe prez sense frostily exhaled aired
per millennia athwart 
(this terrestrial spaceship planet Earth)
two plus seventeen carousel rides resonated
veritable pantheon of pagan rituals 
and...

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My LeftYang eye and ear,
and maybe throat
and hand
and probably vocational foot
remain adamantly persuaded

My most successful time for deep ecological listening
and watching
is immediately after inhaling a vast theological lungful
preparing to speak my WiseElderness
into the remaining yin...

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(Apropos of Black Poetic Griots)

We may not be deemed apostolic recorders
But we poets, guided with divine wisdom, are
The lay scribes thereof in the chronicling of
Our life’s sojourn in the shadowing times
we spend here on this...

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There's an inner/outter counter blank element that defines our earthly countenance transparent transpire to an irrelevant parlor non native nill given gotten gave, positioned ill latently counterintuitive never minded gotten gained heretofore-d hahaha-d wtf-dis thisd?...

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Roses in the garden,

Roses in the world,

Barrened roses,

Roses impearled,

But now roses curled...

 

Peach roses show modesty,

Peach roses show gratitude,

However, they are often insincere...

 

Yellow roses seem to care,

Yellow roses show friendship,

However, they are often joyless...

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(Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration)

This is the day the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re still here…marching on
With our eyes stayed on the prize.
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re aware that we are not
The...

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(Apropos Of Juneteenth Celebration)

This is the day the Lord has made;
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re still here…marching on
With our eyes stayed on the prize.
Let us rejoice and celebrate
Because we’re aware that we are not
The...

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 Part 2
4th Delirium: Lost Souls
Sunken cities , pilgrims peering.. gawking,
squinting eyeballs, blazing sun
Janus facing, shepherds chasing.. stalking,
friends embrace before they shun
Tearooms steaming, tumult teeming.. talking,
lovers listen, poets pun
Broken stones unanchored, quaking.. rocking,
slipping, falling, one...

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breath
the very thing I require to learn from
Death
It is something I yearn
I think nothing else matters
when I am writing all heaven's doors open
Prophets words read upon my lips
I swear I have never heard this
I know...

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Endurance is not of your nature,
Solidity glides in wavering motions upon my pitiful neck,
Now brazen silver does linger,
Trite lance, ravenous knife does make one last,
Sorrowful trek...

I know you'll adore each compassioned endeavor,
And your canvas lay...

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I recall my having saved something:  A special sized box … a uniquely colored rubber band … an old, old hat … or a million sundry other things, thinking that sometime in the future...

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TwentyFabelThree 
TwentyFabelThree 
Viewpoint Of The Fish 
 
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Invariably life is surmounted and over come with obstacles designed to amuse 
the abusers among the men the users of the clay to mold the old...

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Running, dripping, or still; 
Life's a faucet, we’re a thirst, 
To never drink our fill.
We drink and think 
We are immune to pain from one another, 
But brother, when it comes, 
The waterfall or shower...

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tender petsmart impact, where world wide web populated 
with sacrificial pacification sans deity 
via oblation, immolation, flagellation appeasing Dominatrix
borrow wing, vis a vis amalgamated viz Roman sol invictus
wrought fiery brimstone tempting those who dared
assert contrary...

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Satan, you can take back your assignments 
Tried to destroy me in all types of ways
Using others to minimize me from day to day
It did not work.

Tried to kill me, In an accident
It did not...

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A humanity Slain by a black ghost flame

Because their God was an unspeakable name

A Mournful, Insane, multitude with emnity and self induced labor pains

An Eon that has never awoken - A Copt of Souls- skin...

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I am not the sum of my shin , spirit of an image that claims it reveals who I am . In the fame to maintain let known the rage that stains a noble races...

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118 
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AprilFooley 
 
 Is tomorrow the end of March or the beginning of April April one or March 32 the 
way to approach the online scenario is to make...

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They gathered outside my house,
People, walking around, brainwashed zombies,
Mindless drones, programmed by societal norms,
Floating through life with vacant stares,
Lost in a sea of monotony and conformity.

Their faces, dull and expressionless,
Eyes glazed over, completely voided of...

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Colors of Blessed Trefoil, 
Sentience; turn into glitches toil.
Sift unto oblate displacement 
of Times crustal plate hourglass Life+soils.

Arisen from the beginning 
in-end defiance coil.

Herefore Eden-aftertide, aeon trace after aeon 
in, thrill ride chase to make...

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such heretics pitched headlong 
into fiendish frothing furnace
forcing obeisance toward primitive popular 
identified, honored, glorified father figure
expressing devotion re: 
decking the halls of the mountain king,

whence boughs of Juniper sprigs contriving wreaths
sanctifying twisted brambles via...

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It's Opposite Game day
says JayJay
to on-screen enthusiastic friends.

I have no adult time or patience 
to see or hear
right as not not opposition wrong

Right, like left,
only appositionally spaced
like I have timeless time
for western this nor eastern...

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She's Wet VII Continued

When she gives a cough or a sneeze 
Some wee trickles down past her knees 
Her knickers are damp 
She smells like a tramp 
Dashing home so nobody sees 

Written by Jan...

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ask the moon

two approaches
two dead ends.
love doesn't die it just slips into your
back pocket
shifting uneasily
like detached spiders legs
you must remind it
that there's no where left to
run.
bodyless memory
entity unto itself.

towards and away
connected at their ends
by the...

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