Long Windstorms Poems

Dear neighbors,

I realize we have not met,
other than the guy next door
but that doesn't really count
cause that was just to put up a fence between us,
and I have met Marvelously Mad Max,
behind me, on the...

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Dearest Sons
and dearest Cinderella StepSister,
I regret ways I have failed each of you.

From today's view of memory clips,
frames as farms of teaching-learning times,
my Great Lover Eldest, yet perpetually unfulfilled,
AfricanAmerican urban male Thug,
driver of van repurposing...

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........Cactus
....Water Towers
Isolated desolates
Wrapped in spikes
Fluted aqua Greys
Or in military green
Reaching the skies
The desolate cacti 
The desert fingers 
Withholding blaze..
Desicating breeze..........
.Blistering freeze..................
Where not a blade....................
Nothin' germinate......................
Them root in dust.....................
Wasteland, gravel.....................
The fluted barrels......................
They shrink in dry......................
Bellow up...

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This little light of mine
I'm gonna let it shine

Wide and longing
for committed dialogue
not surrounded
by elitist debate,

Win/lose games,
Zero-sum asinine assumptions
requiring ego-infested shadows

Resisting win/win opportunities
of healthy
democratic dialogue

Between constituencies,
residents sufficiently humble
to become students together
and unschooled 
unprofessional parents
and not...

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Gaia steps out
to listen

She may roar in full voiced 
crescendo

Then retreat, hiding
anticipating with global delight
diminuendo

Tomorrow
our first perfect win/win day
when no win/lose to lose/lose
has unpromisingly happened
to trigger my anxiety,
innuendo

Of win/win delight
empowering Sun's sacred
yellow persevering light

Gaia will...

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I'm not comfortable
talking about racial differences,

Or even racial
or sensual similarities.

I know what you mean
or maybe I do.
Something intimate and personal
about melanin
and hair qualities
and what lies red-blooded
under shared and segregated skin.

I remember when long hair quantity
was...

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These are post-revolutionary gay '20s,
without pre-revolutionary SpeakEasies,
replaced with ListenHard
to global climates of LeftBrain dominant despair.

Margaret Meade encourages
invites
urges small winds
assembled in privatized circles,
yet still dreaming of love's great evolving liberty,
winning healthy democracy
to win wealthy economies
to win...

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We are Winkin, Blinkin and Nod.
Many years this earth, we have trod.
We each had a dream, we three.
Winkin first said” my dream came back to me.

It was the Pacific Ocean calling to me you see.
Discarded...

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Padraig's Fire

Hurry!
Hurry through the night
With windstorms
Breathing at your back
Before the shadows know
You pass their doors -
Their darkened, dusty, empty hearths -
Before the dawn ascends -
Before the pipes awaken;
Carry close
Precious flint and tinder
Next to the wildly...

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You are my beacon in the darkness
the bulwark and seawall which protect my shore
the lamp which pierces the stormy waters
that surround me
I navigate the deep with the course you set for me
your spirit moves the...

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I see, and fear, a trumpian landscape,
usually, and more casually, outside any safe inside sanctuary.

Infrequent glances inside windstorms
and rivers of underground currents
surreptitiously culture shape
mold
transform vertically visual landscapes,
motherlands of ecotherapy above, outside
forests and deserts,
Earth's inside
farms and...

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Flesh is compulsorily subjected to several bites
with the hope of later expensive lotions of comfort.
Hard work pays but luck issues the slips
toiling and moiling for the skin to keep soiling.

Every shot towards goal hits the...

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Some express their pain,
some sacrifice it for others,
only poets turn it into poetry - (my quote)

Only poets can turn words into poems,
so those who are not poetic
can feel them in a beautiful way.

I'll always hide...

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My life is as the waterfall 
No matter the effort I put forth
I continue to fall into the canyon

With strength of hope and prayers 
I climb against forces with  my head raise to the heavens
As water gushes...

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IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE
by
JOHN M. ARRIBAS





I am demanding my own star in the sky when I die
I’ve handled all the hardships no judge can deny
I survived the obstacles nature placed in my path
Withstood the inanity...

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Her heart was 
                  whirling, 
       swirling,
     ...

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It seems like it was yesterday
   in backyard sandbox she had played;
      granddaughter loved to have her way
         with sand,...

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Gypsy Kaleidoscope

Mystic, mystical, magic gypsy
Spins a halcyon kaleidoscope on white horizon’s
Calypsos leaping in crystal canticles
Erases darkness of the neon midnight sun.

In polar solstice fireworks of ruby throated flaming vermilion
Solar windstorms paint an artic canvass in...

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New Deal

Black Tuesday
     October 1929
     Vanishing wealth; stocks decline

Great Dust Bowl
     Windstorms and drought, top soil gone
     Breadbasket empty;...

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Language of birds I love
The salient words of the heart...
I want to speak tongue of birds
The very birds that fly free allover
Red birds that carry Valentine love
I want to know pulse of their oval heart
So...

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The Will To Live

There is a perilous thought in mind,
 The desire to go on is gone,
 The need to be needed, dissipates

 Past the wasteland of this empty existence lies a baron field of...

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Whenever windstorms vaunt majestic force,
the elements of earth revise their face,
a flowing stream may even change its course
or yeasting agents alter claimant space.

Whenever windstorms vaunt a scouring sweep,
the earth responds with curling, naked shame
while trees...

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Nestled with the glittering elements, 
I ponder the immortality of the senses—
my lucidity twirls,
as pirouetting flakes through
sapphire mist amidst cyanic windstorms, 
drifting like arctic embers, 
towards cerulean twilight skies, 
beyond frost covered pains, 
littered across...

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There ought to be a law

If CEOs ignore firestorm conflagrations
expanding in strength
and endurance
And ignore wet windstorms
wiping out resident populations,
humane and Republican
and otherwise,

If CEOs meanwhile invest all their twitter toilet time
and anti-green revolutionary rallies
expanding hate conflagrations
of...

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The restless breeze moves 
rapidly through the grasslands, 
like a rippling sea of waves.

Flocks of birds draft one 
another as they cascade 
through windswept, cloudy skies.

Whipping winds move hastily
across the ocean waters, 
as sailors fill...

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