Midterm Poems - Poems about Midterm

Moving on into the night I struggle with ideas, Trying in desperation to fit words To a subject I don't even understand A train sounds its horn A sound born of forlorn lament A cry shorn of language Torn between anguish and mourning Research work Rattling across my inner landscape Paraphrase paraphrase paraphrase Mindless conglomeration (The third line of the third verse is an echo of Charles...

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I dreamt upon a blessed night that suddenly the world went right man turned from darkness back toward Light – I dreamt upon a blessed night that evil had finally been defeated – the Devil, sorely retreated for man had rejected darkness in favor of Light – and all of God's angels, rejoicing reached down into the earth-grave plucking from ashen depth all those long deceived...

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Our minds play an eisegetical game transubstantiating our debating minds translating our felt bodies embodied contexts Natural/Spiritual environments felt yet untouched messages spoken through ancient metaphoric narratives polypathic tales multiculturing mysteries sacred polytheistic histories Felt egocentrically thoughtful inside Touched exterior-invested sacred trans-pantheistic skin outside transparent reverence for all born vulnerably holy within and without. Secular colonizing patriarchal 1 above beyond Sacred ecopolitical root chakra sensory co-empathic compassion circling 0 inside/outside communion Below the capitalized One neck lies polynomially nervous lands and polyphonic sensate...

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It’s a beautiful day, like a hole in perpetual winter. We rode bikes around campus - everyone was out. When it’s cold I just go place to place but today reminded me that outdoors can be fun. Of course, it’s supposed to snow tomorrow night - just a few snow atoms, I think. Lisa was laying...

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I sit in judgment of my students and hate to be trapped in that position. Just a lab assistant with his rodents, training them to accept their condition, hoping that what little critique that I can inculcate aids in their travails through space and time and facilitate their own questions at times that power fails to provide good answers to the life they...

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