Category: poetry

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a mule is an elephant with long shiny ears
who never forgets a grudge
thus never learns
independence of choice
never earns
citizenship
by flaunting God
with human voice
“He told me to do it.”
when caught with hand in US cookie jar,
“The Devil made me do it.”

have i gone too far
tween braah and jar?

heaven help us hooligans
dancing in the dark
won’t you come around soon
o full of the moon
our moon
reflecting
reflective
one more time again, Charlie
here comes the sun
it’s all right

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read it or not
crazy ol’ lady knows if she puts it out in cyberspace
well there it is
bing go

scraps from the telly world:

Mark Levin
“What is not regulated?”
acknowledge your inequity
Jer 3:12-13
“ditto,” Old Crazy

eunuch
oh pure
meaning no sex
yuck in other words
sex is unpure

did you say we all got messed up somewhere
liking and not liking are partners
in figuring/working
differences out

just cause it looks like a poem
does it mean it is
does it matter?

breathe in breath out
when all is calm
say “Good night John boy.”
(or whom so ever)

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golden lizards dance in red sunlight
on a planet we have not yet found
and their god has a dewlap and lives somewhere underground

but men think they’re the highest
so their god has a beard
two arms, two legs,lives in the clouds
and no man thinks it’s weird

no end to the universe
endless possibilities to live
but every creature knows it’s nature
what it takes and how to give

simple men and simple lizards
take a different point of view
do you really think all creation
is centered on what you do?

golden lizards dance in red sunlight
on a planet we have not yet found
and their god has a dewlap and lives somewhere underground

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hearing spring birds mid-winter
would that be scare or scar
leaping lizards
gone
gizzard gullets buzzards
scary or starry?
holy cringe ola

“How cold does it have to git,”
asks Rainbow Man,
“before it gets too cold
for mad doges and mad men?”

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using Clark and Rachel
for questions for
trivia collectors
how do you measure a cart on the ground
with wheels spinning skyward?

my ol’ masterpiece gave me a jolt
returning from many years closeted
stay tuned i’ll check manana
to see if the jolt is over and if
over, then what?

he seys never mind
what could have been was
and some of it was wonderful
and some of it was shocking
remember…the blessing

lessons hopefully
if not now in future’s time
we all go our own way
eventually, sometimes not
until we’re dearly departed

i’ll be on number 5
will you be at the gate
the one remember we use to swing
where was it then
down on somebody’s farm
?

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the war machine
the identifier of
“the essence of international relations.”
who is not sick to think about
their own role
big, giant or small
ain’t nothing but the real thing babe
now is a good time to take hands off
stockpiling our world with weapons of war
now is a good time to amend
previous and current
international relations
is not the great division
not killing the innocent / killing the guilty?
not for their guilt
but for their continuous slaughter
and where will it all end Charlie?
no se
only know it be time to pray
to whom ever, and what-so-ever manner,
“got help?”

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i would sing for he

sorry am i
all the Do Littles
want everything now and all at once
cause they don’t know
how many secret closet monsters
in our government’s hordes of rooms
or how many news persons
overlook the flushings
1 by 1 and 2 by 2
but some of us understand
one giant flush Ron Paul says he can do
would create a Greater Recession
than the Great
some of us grew up in

oh lordy i wish for you singer Obama
what might be the greatest debate
of a milimium or two
with Ron the man
imagine
please
two highly intelligent men
SITTING across the table
unemotionally debating
the needs
of country and we the people
and how best to clean the mess
created by their predecessors

to your, Our Chief, i sing for
continued mind/body/spirit health,
i sing

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when ya know it right and ya do it
yahoo woo woo woot woot

if ya got a friend and wanna keep it
you gotta recognize the bull rising
of which we each still own
stop now what’s that sound
not not againn
“snort, snort”
we go ’round the mulberry bush
agreeing
we’ve touched an emotional tag
(sometimes ours sometimes theirs)
slip into fairy dust
(down the rabbit hole if’n
ya don’t want to really be here)
a b a friend
find the what it takes
to second that emotion
jot down the frame
to reexamine in solitude
for now is a good time to
to find solutions
friend
?

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how long ago i toad ya
i’ll die for my own sins
now and since i tell ya
thar’s more understanding
of what dies
and what is reborn
time passing insight…

unintended pain
has consequence
not all bad

intended pain?
Jeepers how the old Gods
inflicted pain on one another
got lightning bolts?
or does your cup runneth over with mercy?
hmmm
wasn’t there a precise measure
in tit-for-tat
and didn’t we all go blind
to the bright shining mirror
of reflecting eyes?
remember this one reflection
“i saw the enemy and is was me”
once seen
“life unexamined is not a life”

this is my story and this is my lou
if i hurt you i hurt too
sometimes before, sometimes after.
some are more conscious now –
i know i am

and who would not hope for,
not wish for, not work for,
the evolution
of our human consciousness

ain’t it a long road back home?

and if there is no back
and if there is no “hereafter”,
is human kindness counsiousness
not worth the work?

do we need to choose between the acorn and the tree?
chicken or egg?
you or me?
can we hear the children crying,
“Why can’t we all get along!?”