Long Cardinals Poems

OTETS THE MANY DAYS AND NIGHT YOU LENT ME YOUR 
DIVINE EAR THROUGH PRAYER DURING HARDSHIP TIMES 
AND ILLNESS RAISING MY GRANDDAUGHTER KEEPING HER 
SAFE IN CATHOLIC SCHOOLS IN WISCONSIN OUR LADY OF 
MOUNT CARMEL...

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                 On the first day of yuletide my dear presented me

        ...

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(Continuing the trip through Hell of Dante with poet Virgilio)

Pah-peh Sah-tan, Pah-peh Sah-tan al-ept!”,
Started Pluto with his hoarse voice toss
And that gentle wise, who any knowledge kept,

Told to encourage me: “don’t have a loss 
By...

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Dear Bishop Michael Cote, Doctor of Divinity
through pre-historic untold ages
through reborn renaissance stages
through industriously energetic praises
through enlightenment phases
through empowerment dysphasia

Some of us lesser health care practitioners,
good faith social workers,
teachers,
parents and grandparents,
uncles and aunts,
and ecofeminist inter-religious...

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"The Reptilian Anthropocene"



The Reptilians
war daily 
enrobed in their
stiff distinction suits
rainbow coloured badges 
pinned to their lapels
they beat their breasts 
and oily palms
profiting from all 
the soft-boiled 
foxes on the run
cerebral cortex bound
thinking they are free-willed
and...

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“Upon Waking”


Slumber has its upsides 
while the outside runs around
like a split fowlyard, 
cacophonous 
pecking at each other 
and at the ground…

Elsewhere, 

like dull background noise
through the fog of dream 
the sound of the gamble...

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Fixated on the chemistry of it the human brain 
the sudden chemical imbalances that surge a 
sudden quickening of memories stored forgotten 
carefully store in an attic between boxes of brain 
matter manifested over time...

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“The Apocrypha of Familiars” 

Wings hover 
light luminescent
revelling sprites dark pearls
Corvidae shades
of a family 

highly functioning
dysfunctional plural
morphing unobserved
perceived non-unique 
spiralling into shape

more black and grey
than white spills 
from their eyes
light from their shining 
hidden away

intelligence...

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Sometimes,
not often enough,
I stop my morning routine
to watch the feeding drama breathe feathered flurries in and out,
on, 
and under,
my side-yard bird feeder

Outside my kitchen windows
over this morning's sudsy sink,
looking across a twinkling white field
of early...

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The bird brigade has been summoned.
The empathy princess is down. Completely depleted of all energies, through ridiculously and blatantly giving too much of herself to others again.
I’m lying on the grass, prone, watching a cricket...

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A raw dark, persuaded by rusty leaves
	who break through the hushed prayers,
		vibrant hopes and dreams,
			stirring light that lives beneath the heavens,
	confiding joy, revealing wonders, confessing
		swaying branches, havens
			for hurried squirrels and clever wrens,
cardinals in scarlet cloaks,...

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I was reclining upon soft pillows, in my spacious window seat,
Savoring pretty views and sunshine, while I nibbled on a treat.

Alternately I read my novel, and gazed on the tranquil scene, 
As one gazes at...

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Right up until you were honest 
I found hope in the regressing of your sentences 
From fine wine to a poisoned chalice 
Remembering you in the corner of the grocery store 
Sparked the overwhelming urge...

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Don’t let the color red get into your head, don’t let the color red force you to bury the dead, red is strong,   red is high, red is powerful, it is touching the...

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I was born in everlasting springtime, as happenstance often does to others,
Like natural green halls wherein joy sings, to its wilder sisters and brothers.

I was situated in mellowed sunshine, like a colorful ship on the...

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forever we talk 
on the river of rim

cutting its banks
under 
smothered stars and
a muted moon
it gushes through
fallen giants

whose dead limbs 
gather homeless crows 
 waiting for the sun...
 ...for tomorrow 
for
someone

 kind 
enough
to care for...

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~Another Magical Fairyland Story - Under  A   Spell - Part 1
 (Short Story or Narrative poem)



It was a very nice and warm spring day to go out for an early morning ...

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His name is Joseph Ratzinger, the new pope Benedict XVI,
Installed as the two hundred sixty-fifth pope since foundation;
he’s a staunch defender of orthodox Catholic doctrine;
he’s German, an accomplished polyglot and theologian,
a good friend with sincerity...

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Only the dead have seen the end of the war. - George Santayana

Even when I sit at my window,
Watching birds peck the sunflower seeds,
Feeling blessed and a little sentimental,
Feathered wings, rejoicing over their luxury…

Even then,...

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#Ancestors_new_daw
My bones reverberates, my spirit can't be contained anymore, I need a 2nd reload, a spiritual beast, I hear fowls and beasts in the mountains and under waters shouting my name, claim us! Claim us!...

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The Church struggles with bills
eighty percent of every dollar 
is spent on administration
the cost of building maintenance

The cost of food and housing
for its minister's, cardinals and priests
riddled with greed some members live 
In the lap...

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Autumn is finally here and there is so much to share, the leaves are getting red and there is no place to bury the dead, salvation has fallen on its bare back and there is...

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Another Dream

Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous; 
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos. 
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence, 
Attendant...

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Nobody walks here anymore
Nobody listen to them anymore
The grass has grown out of control
And the wind  has battered them to the ground
In the midst of the dense woods 
the road lingers between the tall...

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Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous;
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos.
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence,
Attendant to their morning chores.
A...

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