Long Winnowed Poems

The tears well up, and scarce could she not moan
When father, brother, husband, all have died.
She now has no possessions, neither home,
But travels to a distant, unknown land:
Once so secure, yet now compelled to roam;
Once...

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Does your money derive from health-regenerative investments?

Well, what could that mean?

Do you make your money, honey, 
with both light and dark co-arising memory
of midway love and peace intent,
avoiding anger-fear monoculturally competitive
dominant-power relationships,
and struggles against others,
against...

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I'm in the life-long process 
of conjoining a Unitarian Universalist Green Sanctuary
communion of All Souls
living healthy 
on all wealthy Earth soils.

This is not my first time joining an intentional good-faith community,
but it is the first...

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lover! lover! lover!

you think human heart 
is an open page, 
a requiem to be read 
at leisure? 
or you think it a black hole,
impenetrable thick darkness
to peep through? 

what is essential to the heart 
is...

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Show me intimately passionate ways
to incarnate politically 
and religiously cooperative co-investment,
health and wealth and wisdom prosperity, 
regenerative integrity.

Show me active hope
for climatic EarthLove passion
uniting polycultural polypathic polymorphic paradigms
of evolving neurodiverse people 
light-loving transparent neurosensory pleasures.

Who...

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THE STRANGER MAN (2)

They who posses tire
out and loose more
in keeping.
As homeowner never
have I felt at home
But closer home as
squatter and
settler.
The crop man crops
his way through
life,
The dry cleaner
cannot subdue the
muck;
The well heeled
can’t afford inner
balm with...

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To reach nirvana
Poet paradise
You have to reach the third level

It's a journey to forever
It may take some their whole lifetime,
and others may never get there

It's a quantum leap
fraught with uncertainty
First it takes writing skill,
then an...

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O’ to fade! To pass! To rest! To die!
     To ponder, to listen 
                 ...

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You gaudy stars do not get giddy when I grieve
Nor wrest through clouds to melt this darkness
That so befits what logics to your destiny weave
For all dreams, and all theories prove finiteness
Where death draws the...

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Time in Flight!

Older people all tell us time's faster, it seems, 
When they think back to much younger days.
Is it true, something real, or just fanciful flight? 
Time in school (ask a fool)  would...

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  Where sets the sun again
far from the din of Port of Spain
  shadows fall on the plain.
And on that plain over I strode
when the wind its trees winnowed
  up the old...

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He walked with her a good mile
and talked with increasing smile,
with wonder he sat,
for the gladness in her heart;
...spent her days with wild hope ---
that he was in her eldest dreams,
from the beginning smote her...

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Our Midnight The Unseen Within
        ( Collaboration )

Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.

Pale with the dawn,...

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Dreamscape

Fright night echoes sounds clink tapped chalices,
Amidst caused bruised concoctions aplenty,
Dons alehouse barmaids geniality,
Fair distance yonder gates of said palaces.

Camaraderie placates fools, nightfalls,
Host chambered snores all else unpleasantries,
Wenches clear tables its swill and varies,
Whilst yon...

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A former lyric to celebrate some bode
A lyric to praise someone who is a goad
A lyric in praise of the West Wind - an abode
Of Autumn and frost; a lovely lyric that rowed
Many poets to...

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I looked at her across the years
      her graying tresses, winnowed tears
         and there amidst, my own dread fears
   that...

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Tis spring and budding the crocus blossom
the fuchias have died from winters fright
the cold gate of winter has released it's might
and yet in hybernation is the possum
 
the spires of the foxglove will skip this...

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Silent unto our sense, yet musical
With eternal harmony, they move
About our darkened vision, the beautiful ones,
Angels of destiny.

Pale with the dawn, sun-golden with the noontide,
They mingle with our moments;
There is no sadness that they do...

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I was the first civilization and had the advantage then

Kinship and bonds distilled in right revelation of deity
Native wisdom lacked neither spirtual love nor piety
Ours was the golden not cast in element trite as gold
Winnowed...

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...To me it seems morality
is what holds us back from the edge,
what keeps us from just destroying,
and leaving all enemies dead.
But more and more I think that it
was not some product of our mind,
but a...

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            There's always a cost in circumstance lost,
        When the pitied mistakes start to bleed ...
 ...

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The deep delved path winds in the wood,
chasing with ghost-breaths and leafy hoods,
arbor-brawn the winnowed path crooks along;
whispering with what future song?

To ill desire and inches from hope,
plodding the cool of Earth alone?

...and the road...

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Who are we
in ego's deductive dark winter
decomposing fallen embryos
nurturing healthcare?

Who are we
springtime consumers of inductive light
and dark wet nights
nourishing ecstatically growing life systems?

Who are we
in diastatic summer's full regeneration,
bright light warm absorbing flows
of water's baptismal...

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The sun is blazing torridly,
And the wind piping drearily,
I'm about to lose my mind,
Because I'm running out of time.

Battling with the winnowed tastes of the ages,
One can see the dimness of my sealed eye and...

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I'm scrapin' the marrow

I'm scrapin' the marrow from the
splintered bones of my last hero

Sustenance

Flecks of sustenance as I cower

Cower under this shelf
This outcropping of old white guy

Trepidatiously I peer out at a 
Skynet world

Shadow governments
Shady...

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