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challenge poem 49: Hypomania
it wasn’t your hypomania per senor your insane neediness for ego feedego greed, ohmygod,I understand need, I do so understandit was your toxic narcissismtaking without giving, taking and givingpoison for potionit was your pushing of buttonsafter I restrained my own toxic naturelearning to love as I learned of hateanger displaced upon one not guiltyit was…
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challenge poem 39
this may be hard for some to understand;though it seems, it is not suicidalideation: there is sometimes with mean urge, a strong impulsiveness, to die,not for the sake of forsaking life, no!but because curiosity and longingpull me toward that which comes after lifehas gone its course – much, yes, because this lifehas shit itself and…
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Winter Walk: challenge poem #35
must be a dry landwhen right as rain means good I’m a wandering pilgrimwalking wildernesses bright as hellwinter rain feeling wrong as sinjudged by loss and stung by deathstagger through this barren monthfiery as arctic auroras in search of a new flowerto gift my morning-eyed loverand salve her shattered heartwhere we spread the ashesof our…
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Challenge Poem #18
seventeen black birds sitting on lamp postsseven on this side and seven on thatand three down this side next to the four-lanegazing all this direction bold as blue sky hooked necks craning, marking them buzzardsnot ravens, never saying ‘nevermore’and Hitchcock in the passenger seat nodsappreciation, those birds are not his birdsand Kentucky sure ain’t Kansas,…
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Poem 8
what would a lion write of the hunter?what story would he tell – being hunted, didhe lead the hunter away from his pride?did he sacrifice himself to save his bride?what final thought went through his heart and head?did he think himself brave or the cowardas he fled from the realizationof a predator’s predator, his ownpredation…
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poem 5
searching for a couplet in the dim din of my mindjust a muddle and chaos do I find:too little sleep, too much worry, it alladds up to knock you down – a working stifffinds little peace throughout the week. you fallinto exhaustion’s ruts and wonder ifthe whole damn shitshow isn’t some viciouslie, some trick –…
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Occult
mystery is a thing of feathers, flies awayon bat-wings, crawls into the earth through suspiciousburrowed holes, swims alongside sharks and within podsof dolphins, sings with angels’ voices, screeching onthe strings of demon fiddles and beats with drummingpercussion through the blood of all sentients. mysterythe lifeblood of knowledge and breath of wisdom, inhaledbrings curiosity to awaken…
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From the Peak
snow falls on the mountainside among stonesancient as the earth, patient as stars, coldas the ice eating their skin inexorablyaway year after year into millennia.just as these mountains creep along their slowpath to oblivion by way of wind,water, and time. water falling from the sky,melting from sunlight on peaks high above. snow falls on the…
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