Long Volition Poems

~writer's notes~

i think out loud
from my fingers to a keyboard 
so forgive me if my speak
is somewhat long winded
if it has swirls and curls
this is me
hopefully you want to hear
my voice in its totality

~the prologue~

just...

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From blank screen to logorrhea, I write with confused adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
I admittedly self plagiarize and quite aware
aforementioned amalgamated, conglomerated, 
fabricated, jerry rigged, and organized 
eye gripping titled
poem already aired a year plus ago,
though revisiting...

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From Blank Screen To Logorrhea, I Write With Confused Adumbrations

Methinks hmm, perhaps
aforementioned conglomerated eye gripping titled,
poem already aired
though revisiting said theme
downplayed as thoughts blare
though similar content
invariably communicated,
sans trademark Pi Seine fishtail career
as applies to other...

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SPEECHLESS SPOKEN WORD ARTISTE

So if my vocal folds can’t collaborate to produce sounds to communicate loudly to your beautiful mind that I have an endless mission of loving you, can’t there be any mere articulation...

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The barrister had always been a liberal thinker

An uprising star with roaming genes of a tinker

In the court-room she never took of her guard

But in real life she had become a nude poet and bard


When...

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Prophesy of Invention

Compositions of profound illumination resonating from a prophetic musician 
Impositions that compound remuneration as the economists of capitalism demand an inquisition 
A tired physician’s diagnosis that confounds all surgical precision 
A technician becomes...

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Medusa had been a ravishingly beautiful maiden but her mirror was broken

Too many snakes in her head as she looked into the reflection of her prism

Condensed she gazed at the prison of shards cracks and...

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"The righteous shall live by faith"
Romans 1:17

Posted on Poetry Soup 12 January 2023
Contest no 1265 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand

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EarthMother Speaking:
Each still-wombed life extends Mother Advents incarnating time
so each Maternal risk and endosymbiotic opportunity,
each ectosymbiotic free will and intent act of Host, ProGenitor, 
rich fertile nutritionally balanced informing action,
fades competitive egocentrism,
as narrow-minded anthro-centrist elitism,
to...

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“50 Words for Poe: Automata”





Haunted eyes of an automaton
the monkey grinds his music
outside the Magic Theatre
Harry looks on

"For Madmen Only"

He enters of his own volition.

Boxcars he rolls
Double Sixes! the Macabre Maestro
conducts his orchestra
Hermine still sings

A...

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One night an Angel entered a young man's home

To show this grief stricken soul he is not alone

Angel: "What ails you my son, why do you weep?"

Man: "I have gone as far as I can...

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Written: May 1st, 2024 For Unseeking Seeker Contest
Rumi Quote: "The beauty you see in me, is a... magnet, stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion"

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One Father, Two Sons, and the History that Divides them!

This Poem was Inspired by Watching the News, and Seeing the Constant Fighting both Verbally and Physically of Both the Israeli and the Palestinian or Muslim...

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Something I've long been curious about is the great disparity between our 'waking lives' and the lives we lead whilst dreaming. We all dream--that is a pysch/biological fact, even for those folk who claim never...

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what brought him to this place
she wants to forget---doesn’t matter,
didn’t matter, because she stood
by her man when it happened &
he had been a great man
on the outside, he had been everything
that she needed & she...

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Those practicing Tantra urge us to celebrate,
albeit in an aspect of childlike trust and surrender,
whilst Buddhists lay emphasis on emptiness,
essentially negating play of aversion and desire
and as for fundamentalists, lost in the scriptures,
lost in labyrinths...

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Flat line ...

Resuscitate, flat line, resuscitate, flat line ...
          and back again ... to sinus rhythm ... to life.
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VOLUNTARY

Jesus came to die for our sins
of His own volition in His great love
He took on the cross at Calvary
having come here from heaven above

VICARIOUS

Jesus died for sins not His own
for He was sinless perfect...

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""At last... at last!" - as a sweet rejoinder-
to Him my soul cried out aloud, "at last... !" - 
as I marveled...

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responsibilities of “citizenry”

blanket statements are always 
made, be they flippant or 
completely genuine & until the
AI”s get their bugs worked out
(upon a time far in the non-
nuclear-war future), no doubt 
this error in us humans...

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My hair is mostly white with streaks of black here and there
My white hair marks me as “aged” --- is that fair?
I don’t think or feel old (to which my body keeps disagreeing)
Just let me...

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On learning to become a guru...

The following artfully crafted back in the day
(actually poetic endeavor presented below
written a few scant years ago) in response to
unexpected positive feedback received on
the most popular social media platform.

Unbeknownst to...

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As we search the river’s source,
It jumps the banks of our twisted past,
Set sail for the uncharted,
The pale flickering of the pole star,
The ever present circle,
Surrounding, unfolding, revealing,
Where mere words find their ending,
My being extols...

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Volition, orientation familiarization aahing
and oohing within restrictive paradigm molding
inviolable honorable gentility -
flagrantly, desirously, clearly boyz abandoning
willfully skirting, panting (heavily)
forfeiting abominably, (no Joe King) abiding

chomping at bit, damning delineated, or obscure
parameters, between one acceding
Earthlinked selfish living
psychosexual...

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I do not know how men many we were
or how we went, what we saw on the way 
nor do I know for what ungodly purport was ours
or what goaded us on into deeper uncharted...

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