Long Weedy Poems

Why does dawn dress robust morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
a lifetime of Easter mornings 
redeeming nocturnal sight's revolution,
another therapeutic day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter 
before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover...

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Once upon a weedy lawn
At Cedar Oaks Retirement Home
There sat my mother, weak and old
On an afghan knit to block the cold.

It was summer, but in mom's grey eyes
Was winter, when all around us dies.
I...

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Ranking best 
health and safety options,

Our Project Team revisits potential resources
directions
options Win/Win inclusive,
Win/Lose defensive,
Lose/Lose mutually degenerative destruction

Outcome predictions
responding to long-experienced yields
of sacred organic relationships
and not so much secular mechanized Other
and Lesser Things

not always Capitalized Thoughts
with...

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Just as honesty plants seeds of integrity
so too
vulnerability plants seeds of honesty.

My primary vocation
in this my gay grandfatherly retiring age
is to parent mindbody challenged adolescents
of diverse colors
as ecotherapeutically as possible
to optimize their and our wealth
of...

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Here's the scoop, friends...
   This is, as indicated, the 1st HALF of this fairly lengthy poem. The 2nd half had to be posted separately due to Poetry Soup's file-size limitations. No other way...

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I didn’t even know about the trip we were to make.
That very first adventure that old Gramps and I would take, 
I’ll not forget the way it felt when I first saw the lake.

The sunrise...

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"What most nourishes
and yet also entices
your active love,
your curiosity invested in achieving highest priority outcomes?
What are your outcome priorities?
Talk about the top of your deep-loving bucket list,
your plans for yourself and your loved ones
during this...

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In grade school
many of us learned about plot development
as variations on a WinLose theme--
Person v Self,
Person v Other,
Person v God/Universe/Earth/History/Evolution--

But
probably nothing about cooperative garden plot development.

Literature is replete
with manly patriarchal ubiquitous competition themes
required to hold...

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This day is hot and bright and  fills my weary eyes,
and while sleep is gone it lies in wait.
The years have gone and the weeds have come. 
The dandelions are hard hot yellow in...

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It stands alone four square, white-washed straw-thatched, 
small window panes, black frames, and out back chickens hatched, 
pecking weedy ground around a single willow.
Set just a little back from single country lane, 
high-hedged between the...

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"Gardener Of Love"

I'm not rich with money
And be, I never will
For it's not a path I've chosen
Nor in my garden, till.

Other things matter most
And always will to me,
Things born of Love 
Our eyes can never...

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Perceptions of a ragged space,
all that was left by the human race,
there's not a lot left to see at all,
as their carelessness was seldom small.

Let's dig around 
in that frazzled ground,
for that's where there's bound...

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Sending the tending to an unfriended ending,
 yet somehow suspending from rending a newly offending recommending.
Logotype monotype linotype,
overripe stereotype,
 teletyped an unripe heliotype. 
Guttersnipe snipe,
 stipe snipe ripe,
 a wipe type a tripe, 
unleash a...

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I often visited the prittiest and kindest lady,
who lived by an abandoned, weedy cemetery...
and she told me tales that made me dream;
up that pine-scented and rugged hill, the Devil tripped many times and finally fell:
when...

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Written: February 23, 2024

Rumi Quote: “There is a voice that doesn't use words. Listen.”-

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Line of inquiry:

"discarding narrow...

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Our dinner, boiled to death root vegetables, we swallow in silence as night closes-in on the school. The co-opted Buddhist monastery housing us empties its porcelain thrones into the walled garden’s weedy rear yard. Village...

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My friends say this magnificent rose
Gives off the most wonderful aroma of spring
I am catching a scent somewhat obscure
As yet no recognizable thing
For I'm losing the sense 
Of smell in my nose
Perhaps what I'm smelling...

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Mindbodies unfold from embryonic seed
toward full living-loving 
sense-synthesizing leaf production,
full YangPower during warm light-drenched days of summer,
Earth’s rotation fuelling healthy growth,
yet weedy monopolizing tendencies as well.

Seed unfolding is our first longing half, 
maturing toward healthy...

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From a derelict house, near the interstate pass,
with her cuff of chenille, she rubs a small circle 
to clear away grime from the cold window glass
Better to see now, beyond wooden rails, that have worn...

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The wind billows out from the seat of his britches
With determined blue eyes, skinned knuckles and knees
he climbs up the rails nailed from old cedar pieces
to the uppermost yoke of an old pecan tree

He is...

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It glanced seductively at Louis with intricate petals and thorns from the roadside

A weedy hawker peddled the evergreen climber to make meagre ends meet

Measuring up philanthropy and potential for growth Louis dug down in his...

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The valley's call is louder
 than the mountain's peak.
 I fall.
 Fell halfway from the stairway to heaven.
 Here in the realm of the fallen are supple lilies swaying in the evening  breeze
 like...

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life …

lived parenthetically -
impulses placed like black boots
in soft sand,
stumbling …
betting a fool’s hope that it leads  …
SOMEwhere …
or garners a courtly chuckle
(if perhaps by accident)
my pas de bourée
to your sublime elegance and
perfect line...

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Long time in the agricultural field , working under the rising sun ,
counting the amount of time , to lead a lax time with my wife and son ,
the time never came , but I...

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The Fault Line

My son sent me a message from the Grand Canyon and a boyo he is
                  ...

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