Sock It To ‘Em Mama

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let us who get
gov. checks
do without
for 3 days
past Aug. 3rd
pay US Aug 6th
we, these people
may fast for three days
maybe food
maybe compulsive buying
let Walmart and Wall Street beware:
they squeezing of dry turnips
they gotta give up
Corporate Welfare.
period
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Cocoon to Shroud

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billions starve
billionaires wannabe trillionaires
Wall Street replaces Ft. Knox
50 US cities break heat record
growing the economy is King

shoulders fold around themselves
vision narrows
cocoon begins to chill
still ears hear the humming machines
no butterfly will come of this
soon to be shroud

we can’t go home this time Kathleen
the daises have all passed away
nor can we meet
on the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond —
as has been written by the ancient ones
“During times of feast by the rich
and famine by the poor
personal sacrifice is requested.”

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No Time For Dillydally Pickens

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going down to Berzerkaland
to find ourselves our Trollip
we found instead
a dead little lad
and a father
unconsoled

SheWithNoName had buried him
among the turnips and peas
he had no blood
he’d found no green
and a mother
slashed and raped

hightailing it back Noman’sland
gathering fire and water
we took a stand
a lightening bolt here
a flooding there
goodbye, Berzerkaland

welcome home, dear Lovelight
it’s all good
some days the rains come down
to wash our spiders out

out comes Love Sun
to dry up all the rain
so our cute little spiders
will up the spout again

good thing
we’ve learned
to ride
a geyser

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speaking the unspoken

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from animal brain to brain contain ing
the ability to override primal urge to procreate
birth rights became restrained
by cultures/religions and games

words won’t do it
words were the beginning
yellow words led to strangling
divorcing
mind/body/spirit

if you build it he/she will come
un-clung to old miseries
walking wounded all are we
on our way home

oh Mudville!
oh joy!
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i gorfot!

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elm tree we’re meeting under,
was it a stream or a river,
in apple blossom time
or snowy mountain tops,
this life or next?

if it’s jitterbug will you remember
to lift your arm high enough
not to conk my brow?

one could say
we stepped on many toes
before we met ergo
we step on noone now,
ours or others.

Jack shaved his beard
cut his long straggle of hair
only heaven knows why
we do not care
we all let go sometime…

Micah pontificates:
has 53 who need his attention
as if she hadn’t observed
fully 25 never awakened
with ears and eyes
to see nor hear

we can’t play life
so we play games
until life happens
in both worlds
was it an accident or mistake?
or merely an accidental mistake?
no blame
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now i am the old lady

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sitting alone in my old rockin’ chair
ya think i’m neglected? i don’t
time with my loves have only
two measurements:
time they are here, time they return.
holding no expectations
here and returns
make for great jubilation

there’s rhyme and reason
rockin’ alone
thru the ashes one finds
flip sides to past consternation
forgiving others becomes as easy
as forgiving self
seeing self as friend is to
reclaim our very own birth right

golden years become golden
in full acceptance of
all life is a circle
bury me please
in an old pine box
don’t want no
ashes to ashes
want fertilizer
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A Tribute To Truthiness

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once we have seen there’s no exit
hate is a violent word
loving to hate is the same as
hating to love
don’t mess with Mr. in-between

of course we have addictive compulsions
that’s one way Huey
to survive the mad hatter head

compulsive compassion
being the order of the day
so long delayed
by he/she who would rule the world
still limited to the ‘known world’
foolishly some even would rule
outer space

“Stand on you’re own two feet!”

yeah?

so?

our walking wounded numbers grow stronger
bigger, one by one
two if by sea
so unused to coming over and play
it was a long and weary way
just lookin’ for a home
where family and community recognize
the humanity of all
who abide there…
now is a good time
for a community on Planet Earth
to be a Good Neighbor Sam…José, et al

the gig is up
nobody’s rewriting history anymore
(both sides accusing other of same)
we have a live martyr in the limelight now
an honorable Mr. Wiki Leaks
may he not lead us into human morality?
that “Brotherhood of Man”?
so many profess
so few
understand
the essence

we had it once in full measure Louie
the House Undivided
and No One has torn us more asunder than
our very own politicians
…not all… TYGG !!

some are listening to our children
what they say
and yes there is a better way
to get from here to there
what parent has never desired
their children be more intelligent, make more heart-felt choices
than we?
it is our shame it shall be our glory
if
someday
soon
we overcome

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Father’s Day Play Time

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no, a
cars turn into robots
funniest thing almost i’ve seen
silliest thing
i think i’ll send
my daughter to he who
loved
of course i’m kidding
my daughters are quite evolved
don’t make me sad
or do i’m leaving
too soon
or not
i am the dealer of my own cards
the paver of my way
that brought me here
to this safe place
human guardian angels
garloppy & galore
a yellow camero
there came a wind
blew all the way thru June
want wind energy?
take me take me take me

it’s supper time
you hafta come in now
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