Short Idolatrous Poems

An Aryan Christ under glass
Is beaming his charity down
As Emma thinks "This too shall pass.",
Regarding the heart of her frown.

Beside Him a handsome young man
Smiles on the same hallowed wall
The same idolatrous plan
Emma believes to be all.--

Pictures on a wall....

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Solidity

Separation insists
on our fleshly solidity
and fragmentary lives..
Perception daily strengthen
the confining argument..
We wish for transparency..for melting..
And search for relief
in idolatrous ways..
Until--
Transparency is experienced
as the real self
melting away the too solid flesh
which had convinced
our discomfort
all those years......

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Three witches
by one sword drawn
from heaven at the
inching of day
thrice regarded, naught
but once slain
for high treason by jury
though not of sound mind
idolatrous fancy its credo
and kind
but divine be certain mercy
oft a misnomer of fools
for whom heresy converts
in the shallowest pool
therefore say the witches let
fate run her course
when the fire avenges
let it be from our source...

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As the water remembers the earth
I remember ~ my worth in you.
More succinct than apparel
that wears my nerve!

More impudent than the score
of lost idolatrous encore.
I remember you, so evermore
that only tolerance in having faith
gives me implore!

I remember thee ~
as gestures core moves its heart
to higher places
and wants its being there to store
each moment lost ~
to loving more . . .

I remember you!...

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When criminal justice
is not also decriminalizing mercy
it is also not social
or even economic justice.

When political power
is not also self with other empowering
then it is also anti-social
and not sustainable economic power.

When sacred lives
are not also profanely natural 
ecologically ubiquitous loves,
then we are also idolatrous
and not ecologically informed
by Earth's economically regenerative rights
and wrongs....

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TRUTH

We are living in disruptive times
voices are loud and angered
shouting change and resistance..
Multiple truths seem to thrive
for brief moments within mixes 
of contingency and suffering..
Truth has been curtained
in shadows of triviality..
Our most desperate need
is for Truth to be exposed
calling each of us by that
ancient name: I Am..
Such new recognition
must sooth angered voices
dissolving idolatrous lies
in a morning's new light......

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I started the engine of my wagon
And it began spitting the Fires of Dragon:
Hinckley’s alarming shots at Reagan!

But I kept firing Engine and Wagon,
And didn’t stop mouthing ‘Doggone!’
But they were still Hinckley’s insane bullets for Reagan

A finally vomited me at the Temple of Dagon,
For a Philistine bow by The New Pagan,
Wherefore God sent me a stopping Shagan,
With jealous instructions for me in Legon;
 Into Smithereens blowing my wagon,
As idolatrous as Misguided Aaron...

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