DisCommunicating MisEducationS/he is controversially counter-cultural
And yet,
MotherEartha defensively claims,
not so:
We grow trans-regenerational
transubstantiating substances
and subjects
to integrate more sacredly organic
Positive passions
re-connecting
re-membered past peak
pleasures restoring universal EarthJustice
and unitarian EarthMother peace.
I stand before you today
not to bury every conservative re-ligion
but to praise our natural SunGod history.
Rising from East
and setting West
indigenous mystery traditions,
re-ligiously enlightening experience
has always defended human longing
to more resiliently remain
in...
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Categories:
god, health, peace, political,
Form: Prose Poetry
UndoneI am determined to write poems about the poems I’ve already created to alleviate my stress. I vividly recall my first piece about an internet night stalker, who claimed I was like a "dessert rose"—a low-maintenance succulent that made men like him lose sleep over me. In return, they sought redemption, ending their sentences with...
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Categories:
age, allah, analogy, anger,
Form: Prose Poetry
The Last Day of Spring
Sping is where it all begins
Before the universe came on the scene
Then shortly the summer appears
And drive out all the fear
The mornings were fresh and clean
And clean air from far and near
Floats gentle on the stream
And the ingredients from the sun
Soaked my flesh with its heavenly breath
And the pipes of sorrow quickly fade away
And...
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Categories:
appreciation, birth, creation, deep,
Form: Prose Poetry
UnheardThere is music in the silence, in the rest of unheard notes. That is where I hold my breath. Where the universe spins out its code for me to read. I watch as the unfallen sky reveals her mystery. Language unfolds in choreography, dancing between each blink of intention.
But I have questions
If time...
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Categories:
dream, earth day, environment,
Form: Prose Poetry
ResidueThings are not making sense, and I am questioning if my reality is so because I thought it in to being.
Am I the only one hearing the truth?
Am I the only one believing?
I think I am in need of a witness.
Archons deceive souls using the illusion of separation. The mind is the sole...
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Categories:
dark, humor, mystery, philosophy,
Form: Prose Poetry
I dreamt myself dreaming myself dreaming myself dreaming--I woke up
on the mattress placed in our living room. I found a cat in my house—it’s the size of a Shiba, and its fur a vibrant orange, with stripes raven dark. I said to my mother, “What an odd looking cat.” She...
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Categories:
anxiety, confusion, dream, emotions,
Form: Prose Poetry
claimed voice
I had a dream last night. When I looked into the mirror, I was wearing a denim mid-skirt with boots, and a dramatic yellow top with feathers—things I would never wear, least of all on a steaming summer day. I looked around and found myself on the dock, where my grandparents live in Keelung, Taiwan....
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Categories:
dream, memory, voice, water,
Form: Prose Poetry
Give Love A ChanceLife is not about me and you. It is about love. What happens to love when spouses turn against each other. When brother turns his face against his brother. When nations raise sirens of war. Love stands defeated, head bent low, looking down in shame and sadness. So, my dear friend today let us not...
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Categories:
love,
Form: Prose Poetry
Lyrics of Mr tambourineMr tambourine man played a song for me
Why does Mr musician play a song for you ?
I'm crazy
Crazy people need a tamboriner .
I bet every one in the world is crazy it only matters
The degree of craziness
I will not go to the grave because
When I go to the grave my...
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Categories:
poems,
Form: Prose Poetry
Sui GenerisThe sun opens her eyes behind a roseate veil,
her aubade harmonizing with Argus-eyed blackbirds
as it rises to a crescendo, staring in her husband’s
cratered eyes, ready to relieve him of his watch over the
world’s children so he can attend to their parents —
that is, the cosmic bodies that collided to create them; the
sacred alchemy.
He lifts her...
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Categories:
analogy, beauty, love, spiritual,
Form: Prose Poetry
Discovering LightDiscovering Light
Cry Ugly shame lost its power
Shame was regret…
Buying into malicious judgment I wasn't good enough…
He knew I was more than good enough… I gave all I was capable of…
He loved me because I gave 100%… even when my 100% fell short
He channeled his disappointment and hope through his poetry.
Discovery emerged...
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Categories:
forgiveness, growth, introspection, journey,
Form: Prose Poetry
Alphabet Soup StigmaAlphabet Soup Stigma
A multitude of letters bob and undulate as I stir the soup.
I gaze confused when I notice the letters haphazardly merge together…Magnetized letters repel and pull together.
Slowly familiar acronyms form. PTSD, GAD, BPAD, MDD, and more.
I recognized DSM (Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders) acronyms.
My feelings are mixed....
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Categories:
anger, conflict, confusion, mental
Form: Prose Poetry
WhenWhen I was younger
answers, solutions were
a driving force – How I
would toss and turn, like
a salad mix with dressing,
trying to identify and constitute
the many pieces of entree
unknown --
Of course, with age most appetites
are forced to change; for the better,
I am far less a seeker of answers
and more one of interesting questions --
having found...
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Categories:
creation, humanity, introspection, perspective,
Form: Prose Poetry
Emergence And LayersEmergence And Layers
Everyone has layers
Unknown layers… are mysteries of your soul
Peeling back layers brings you closer to your core and soul
Revealing your core shines light on your soul
Your core and soul emerges for others to see and feel
You are known…
Sherry Barton
...
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Categories:
angst, appreciation, character, identity,
Form: Prose Poetry
PARODYING BERTOLT BRECHT
There are loves that happen one day,
And they are good ...
others who live a year
And they are better ...
There are others who survive many years
And they are very good ...
But there are others who perpetuate themselves
For all lives ...
These are the eternal,
The indispensable ...
This is...
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Categories:
allusion, appreciation, extended metaphor,
Form: Prose Poetry
Specific Types of Prose Poetry Poems
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christmas, death, dog, family, food, friends, funny, kids, life, love, music, nature, school, sports, war
and more.
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