Long Windowed Poems

"Conceits"



Such conceits
as veils between 
our windowed worlds 
torn torrential incomplete

mayst thou watch and learn 
the one I spawned, 
strength beats weakness
carried soft and harsh

one direction or the other
strength and weakness
both carried soft and harsh
ego and...

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A man who lacks a sleep schedule.
In a home that houses not only him
But his very own mother
His daughter who comes equipped with
Her very own mother too

Honey girl rises with the sun and sets with...

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Fear and violence and guilty judgment
display synaptically sharp,
competing "Loser!" skittish economies.
Love and active peace sustain buoyance,
resilience,
robustly revolving away
from red skies of mourning;
cooperatively mutual Win-Win
ecology of evolution.

I want so badly to fly my competing belief kites,
and...

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The heart may fall in love unwillfully
so, in a script will lie my paramour.
Oh manic quest, I've sworn to set you free
to let the ink's imagination soar.
I’ve found a place to court a writer’s muse;
this...

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*** ENDURING ***

(A Part Two about my recent illness, following “Lunacy Loo Flies.”

Fear
Stepped into the holes of my weakness
To impede my pace to recovery, 
Absorbing the basic radiant light —

My going forth walk had previously...

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What if the difference,
or a more significant difference,
a profound past of Tipping Point reference,
between nondual Left-Right bicameral consciousness
and more dualistic philosophies
and religious theologies
Is ZeroPrime rooted
more in listening to outdoor acclimators
more than indoor would-be-transformative,
reforming,
retributive punishing
WinLose competition...

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POEMS ABOUT SCIENCE 5: EVOLUTION



Fly’s Eyes
by Michael R. Burch

Inhibited, dark agile fly along
paint-peeling sills, up to the bright glass drawn
by radiance compounded thousandfold,—
I do not see the same as you, but hold
antenna to the brilliant...

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You can't imagine what its like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' promise to Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor, wasting offspring of ancient heredity,
destroying flesh, scriptures and stone with a...

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The elevator opened on the 46th floor, to a small foyer and one plain, grey door

The door opened and a young girl, 10ish, in a blue, polo, tennis dress, said, “Hi! I’m Karen, you must...

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A planned response, came past the clerk,
this self-absorbed, fanatic jerk
He took the note and with a grin,
then tossed it in the garbage bin
But missed it by a margin wide,
his error was so hard to hide
For...

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Who would have thought that scarlet thread would save you, 
hung from your window ledge close by our harlot bed. 

You own that Inn, built into Jericho’s thick and stone built wall.
Who would have thought...

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ROCKING
											———————————-
Perhaps near you, too?  Or
You may have a memory 
Of a one separate soul
To the side —
Young and staring ahead,
  Or an elderly life 
Over by the windowed wall, 
   ...

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UNFINISHED BUSINESS
©Alfreda Williamson
July 2, 2004




Outside town boundaries,
bustling, noisy din,
Deeply in the serenity of peace, calm,
the country County,
Around a curve, sharp, blind.

There it leaped out at me.
Suddenly, unexpectedly
Catching me off guard,
Not foresightedly, not scary
Just by way...

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Another storm threatens to come in,
feeling my responsibility
for uncaring
and unresponsive history

Fearing you
more than loving us

Setting out your pails
and plastic tubs
to catch cold
and dreary drips

Impaled remembering
past wet enemies
becoming darker spots
as moist tears terrorize,
building mold untold
as yet...

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The town clock marks out the hours of the night;
Its pallid face looking down on the wet street below,
Empty save for the occasional swish of a car speeding 
To a distant suburb. There is a...

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You can't imagine what it's like to march on a sacred city,
to plunder and pulverize a Peoples' physical promise to a Deity,
demolishing centuries of lavish labor,
wasting offspring of ancient heredity, 
destroying flesh, scripture and stone
with...

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By Edmund Siejka



A high school English teacher 
Issues a challenge
Her class
Is to write a poem.
 
Reading a student’s poem
Her experienced eye
Searches for
Imagery
Metaphor
Tone
Point of view 
Ultimately the student’s poem
Is graded a gentleman’s C.

Somewhat surprised
The student admits...

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IT’LL NEVER HAPPEN TO ME

What a disgusting development;
All my days are lonely;
I am a street passerby;
All my days are lonely;

Eating wet rainbows;
Uncooked promises;
Devouring sweet alluring mud pies;
While the sun yet blinds my eyes;
Stuck up high...

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Forbidden Chocolate

I was riding psychedelic,
Riding Electric Ladyland,
Inside
The long wheezing worm,
Riding easy,
Through the black snoring night,
Aboard the Amtrak Southwest Chief,
Roaring and rumbling, 
Down the track for distant Kansas,
Heading east,
To silent Garden City.

I had donned white earbuds...

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Hart Crane tribute

forsake our eyes
  in a lovers cry
&sigh
    shadows sweep decends
that
   doubtful day:
a lie revealed
    now proved
first seen
in its fall
   on a cloud
...

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he stands amid the dusted rays
of beams from smudged, windowed days
casting light on the words below
pressed flat upon papered page

he's been here since before sun up
stained and smelling of turpentine
surveying the thoughts he's pressed
quickly he...

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A poet.
 I see.
 Beauty beckons.
 To some degree.
 Casting a plea.
 There is a need.

 Ago, on this very day.
 The UN saw it fit .
 To formally submit.
 A law to prohibit.
 Abuse...

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SHE NOW LAY NAKED

The spiral staircase made her high heels sing 
Most elegantly, she danced from bottom to top 
Pedals of roses Isled the hand scraped, oak wood floor that leads to his room 
A...

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"When humanity becomes louder than love, stay out of its way. At times, it's better to be the lion in the distance, rather than the sheep losing their way...again."

This was the 1st time
I felt out...

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She stares at the screen,
it feels like a remote unfeeling scene.
From a black and white film, of long ago.
The tears that fall are none but ghosts.
The skin above none other than this robots host.
A dam,...

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