Short Outpost Poems

Caucasus mountains,

     another trade route threatened

          rude,crude oil's pipeline.......

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as form becomes an outpost of God’s light
and bliss pulsations resound with delight
both the subject and object disappear 
when the golden glow of His heart draws near...

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A rat-a-tat-tat is the woodpecker’s boast.
The walls of man’s home - where the bird has outpost.
The barrel of eye
does aim at the sky.
A rat-a-tat-tat and the woodpecker’s toast.

10/30/2022...

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toroidal heart expands
immanent and transcendent 
we shine as living light
making ego decadent

as an outpost in this realm
we play our ordained role
vibrance is our nature
transmitting love is our goal...

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password to open the heart forgotten 
we wandered earth like a deluded ghost
then one day we became a child again
meaning innocence was then soul’s outpost
cleansed of stain, we broke free from ego’s chain
reclaiming light by God’s love begotten...

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Listen to poem:

To an End
David J Walker

Carried in the wind
This lonely place
Carried to another land
Carried in the mendicants dreams
	of
The sojourn 
of sovereignty 
Nothing as it seems  
A lonely outpost to defend
The verisimilitude to pretend 
A commitment to resend 
And then
	It
	Comes to
An end...

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you lay silent, yet disruptive
plundering the nation of my pillows
with your presence
where once my walls held firm
you've turned resolve to dust
my nature unallowing
of that fatal dissallusion
i remain bound
to this unraveling world
your quiet breath
my torment
your eyes
my last outpost of trust...

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I go back to Brazil in my mind,
Last outpost of romance,
Rio de Janeiro in my mind,
Dance, Bonita, dance.
Away from the gray 
Of a suburban day, 
Away from the streets
And the shops,
Away from the delays,
The buses and trains,
I float away to Brazil.
Oh Brazil, in love
With the Garota di Ipanema,
The Song of the Sabia plays,
In a sunny romantic daze in Brazil....

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Hunted for their scalps
they had to run long distances
forever retreating
into to the heated lung
of copper canyon
(the last outpost of heaven).

Today they mind their own
sowing charred fields
milking parched goats.
Cartels are close by
growing illicit things
hiding from greasy sins
wearing bones of the desperate
like cheap costume jewelry.... 
Saiting the darkness of our indifference-...

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[90766 Log 003]

7/18     20:12

Nate-- Touchdown! The crowd goes wild!
Agent-- So your going back to the outpost now?
Nate-- Yeah, Forest is my home. The outpost there is too.
Agent-- O.K. I'll stop by and see you soon.
Nate-- I'll be there. I'll play your song on the way home.
It's still "Say Anything" by Cartel right?
Agent-- You got it. I love that song.
Nate-- Memory like an elephant...
Agent-- Body of a Tiger?
Nate-- yup.
Agent-- Stay safe out there.
Nate-- you too......

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