POEM: Ten U.S. Peace in Middle East

Here is my poetic take on today’s announcement of a tenuous ceasefire deal:

Ten U.S. Peace in Middle East

In the daze of deals
Superlatives fly
Still
Gazans killed
This day
Soully hoping
To bare their dead
From the rubble of genocide
Tears
In the fabric of life
Wile co-genocidaires give high fives
As if add up to a perfect ten
We’ve a textbook sew what
Seams like tens
Of thousands of lifetimes ago
What is it that
Might be
A greed
That nethermost temp
In taking
Won’s foot off the gas
Chambers emptied
Arms re-stocked
Prostheses of the soul amiss
The countless endings
And endless passabilities
Where have we landed?
A real state deal?

 

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POEM: Delivering Life By The Palette

A taste of my poetry…

Delivering Life By The Palette

I am an artist
Who delivers
Life by the palette
In efface of a savorless whirled
And crazy profit
Crying
Is salivation clothes buy?
A medium every exorbitant minute?
Know!
I eschew ten times
Any mouth watering fooled
Up helled
As whatever
Your taste

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POEM: Per Verse Equity

At present, we are all equal, deserving of the same human rights. Still, there is not equity in life, our rights are not present equally. This poet awe weighs pines for just us…

Per Verse Equity

She pined
I ache for a world
Wear
Elders are appreciated, even revered
And the poet fooly quipped
Wrest easy
Your are in good
Company men
Women and children
Reckoned in kind
Weather experienced elders
Passionate youth
Caretakers of those unherd, not scene
Amid life cries
And grave worker be’s
Life is fare
No
One
Dares be tolled
You are awe
To be treated
In differently
That dive
Into like manor
Equal measures
Of vague dis saddest faction
Halving@ThatConundrum.com
Under taking
That life long odyssey
Of straight up queer poetry
Spinning we’ll
Awe pine
Just
The same

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POEM: Origin of Specious – Owed to Piece Makers

I strongly suspect, and certainly hope, than humans are more than mirror animals. This poem is a meditation on the self-destructiveness of a whirled-view of competition and re-lying on sects for perpetuation of humanity, plus an invitation to live for the benefit of awe…

Origin of Specious – Owed to Piece Makers

The origin of specious
Is defined
Buy who you will
Halve sects with
Whatever you kin due
To survive
Against awe others
Fucker be fucked
Killer be killed
That goaled in rule
That parently natural selection
Of won patriarchy
Too rule them all
And sew determined
That seamingly favored race status
A blood liable
Too shroud the truth
Of the finish lyin’
Fore posed losers
Never seeing it coming
Wrapped up in flagging feat
Awe the wile
Steeling humanity
With pick it fences
Dens of thieves
Master bed roams
And sale of partisan ships
In that sea of sucker punch
Drunk buy the liter of the pack
Hammered buy anything it can nail
For a faction of the price
The gruel being as thin as the veneer
Of bettor then the wrest
Sundays at exclusive clubs
Assault of the earth people
Yet soully thorn bushes
Mirrorly reproducing fig leaves
And no fruits aloud
As quiet the grave undertaking
Yet never enough
As awe that madders
Is getting
A peace of the axin’
Yet sum wear
Long the weigh
As less than
Promiscuous peace makers
Labor for won family
Undivided bye lust
That sacred culling
Of awe that can
Be a greed
No longer trashing one
An other
A dumpster diver city
Where every treasure recycled
For the benefit of awe
As awe of our grit
Brings us pearls
Stringing us long
Besting lowly booty
And dreams come true
Without re-lying on sects
And brute farce
Living in light
Heartedness
Never back to stuck in the dark
At that fervor pitch
That soul preyer
As game themselves

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POEM: A Couple, of Sextuplets

This poem is about how complicated relationships are, with pasts, where we are at any given moment, and what we aspire to…

A Couple, of Sextuplets

In every relation ship
Their re-sides
At least six persons
First person
Who they were
Who they are
Who they want to be
Second person
Who they were
Who they are
Who they want to be
And on occasion
Third person
It can be
Quiet
Boisterous

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POEM: Know Mad

Wee may seem like sojourners, nomads, yet know that we only get there in won peace…

Know Mad

They thirsted
To get
To the next oasis
In the desert
Of long and longing daze
In dispensable brake
In a perpetual spell
Helled fast
Never moving
Lodged in yearning hour keep
Nothing knew
Under the sun
Save for the life
Of a know mad
Each mourning
Rising to the feverish
Pitch
Of high noon AND mid night
At wince
As be moaning
What is
Mirage and reel
Sow scattered
To the win
In a baron land
What can be see’d
As awe asunder
A part from
Being able
To sea
The horizons of life
Sow much amor
Than fecund terrain rex
More than anger re-seeding
And loosing won’s heart
In stead-y
We must travail to gather
Wee we
Soully saying to life
Oui oui
As très sure
Awe together
No madder
Sans any land escape
We abide

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POEM: Nothing To See, Hear

I have never been a fan of White House press conferences. The Trump regime 2.0 has reached new depths, low and be holed…

Nothing To See, Hear

It all came down too
Take
Issue
A press release
And helled
A press conference
Making you
Wont to pass out
Blindfolds
As the truth
So skillfully executed
Dispatched with deaf defying ease
A verse to the voiceless
Sow remarkably dumb
Razing their point
Over and over agin
Until the bidder end
There won and loan hope
Eyes riveted with common cents
There
Soul distraction
Look
Some wear
Ails
Think of the fodder land
And gathering enemas at the gate
Grasping
This meting
Dung, dung, and dung
Only meaning
To change the subject
As it
Ends up
They were right
Far right
Nothing
To see
Hear

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POEM: Fallowing the Sun

I suspect that hubris is our ultimate enemy. This poem uses the metaphor of our relationship with our shadow as the shadow that the sun casts, which can disappear at high noon — in showdowns of conflict — only to appear and grow as the day continues…

Fallowing the Sun

My shadow approached me
As the day progressed
Fortuitously, as high noon turned up
I had no shadow
An epic win
That is
Un-till
Low and be holed
Once agin
My shadow grew longer

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POEM: No Laughter Present

Life can be grim. And some times morose sow. I treasure my faculty of laughter when life is pre pared to teach me a grim lessen. At times, I re-collect a moment realizing that when others have lost their sense of humor, perhaps it is my role to gather up these “lost senses” and hold on to them until they are ready to be returned…

No Laughter Present

He loved
To laugh
A little drummer boy
On a different beat
As well
Travailed
From adore to adore
Often here
No son
There is no laughter present
Hear
Trying and trying
As it can be
That whole in his heart
Too fill

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POEM: Moment…um

Every moment offers something anew…

Moment…um

Life has its own
Momentum
It keeps things
Running
Humming
And any difference
Accords
To rules and laws
Stubbornly persistent
As any realty
Life
As well
Has infinite moments
Every singular one
Offering
A myriad of subjects
Experience a knew
And the prospect
Of excavating un-herd of futures
Mine-ing
This ore that
Whatever it is you proffer
Resetting anew
Of course
Contributing in every present
Your free vote for a new ordering
As you tailor
Sew sew slender alterations
In whatever suits you
And a mist each act
From your unique lookout
You may relish
What it is
You be quest
Your finest
Moment, umm
The ever changing
Arc of your life
Carrying you
Into your future

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POEM: I Will Be

Awe is write with the whirled…

I Will Be

Sow long a go
God in formed me
Wait, hear
I’ll be
Write back

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POEM: A Warming to Awe

A Warming to Awe

If buy a chance
You pose that
I have
Gone too afar
As suredly worn you
I AM
Just getting
Warmed
Up
Sow stay attuned
Fore amor

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POEM: Salutation

I have found that moving forward in life often calls for ever more nimble mourning of losses day to day…

Salutation

In the wake
Of each anew daze
Present
At a loss
That most humble
Salutation
Good mourning, love

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POEM: Soully by Invitation

I tend to see life in two realms: the “billiard ball” world of determinism, this reliably follows that, the science-y stuff of life, and the realm of the spirit, which is about “invitations” to a higher place that cannot be forced but where the best stuff resides. This poem is one take on this…

Soully by Invitation

They proffered
To nail it
Down with life
Though not a ware
The deference between
A given
And givin’
Soully buy invitation

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POEM: Make Note of Me, Taking Leave

Here is a funny poem about the peril of being taken literally…

Make Note of Me, Taking Leave

If I should dis a peer
Without a trace
This might
Licit a thought
That I am faking my death
Which though not very likely
Is more likely
Than faking my life
Or per chance
In the mix
An unsolved crime
Of clueless cops and courts
A story of my life
Though more likely than not
Someone simply
Took me literally
And did not bother
To leave a ransom note
Revealing
Where a bout
A fate I’ve metaphor
Many times
Be for

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POEM: Def Poetry Jam

The spirit is wild and free. This poem is a spirited take on the often unreadability and occasional must-readability of my poems…

Def Poetry Jam

Amor likely then knot
You have not herd
My favorite def
Of poetry
Is the heart and mind
Making love
To sum might be
Super naturally stuck
In a def poetry jam
Yet too unfortunate others
Who can’t peer to help it
Could very well
Heartily scream
Out
Fuck that!
Holy be wildered
By awe that is
Aloud
Or not
As just
A taste
Of love a fare
With soully words

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POEM: Patient Alchemy

In this whirled, in the daze we live in, it seems that expertise madders. This poem is a tip of the hat to expertise and the insightful wisdom contained within those domains of expertise. May we have patient, open minds in learning to be teachable…

Patient Alchemy

The jeweler
An expert so called
Demonstrated how
To split a diamond
A show enough gem
Striking it once
Twice
Three times
Nothing
Ten times
Twenty times
Thirty times
Nothing
Seventy times
Eighty times
Ninety times
Nothing
In tact
Till the hundredth time
After most of the crowd split
The diamond cleaved
Bemoaned bye many
As useless
A clumsy flail
99% of the time
A flawed efficiency
In awe the way
Riddled with not have way
Too fine that fault line
With such patient alchemy
Not the facet way
In such realms
Of indivisible and invisible
To halve crystal vision
Or weary too be herd
Seamingly
Not enough carats
To justify their weight
Yet those who cool
Won’s heels
In silence
Gasp at the yield
Grasping how sum
A quit them selves
And sell dumb
Master ignorance
But then agin
What due
Experts know

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POEM: A Violent Conception

Violence First Refuge of Incompetent -- Isaac AsimovEasy violence is the hardest in the whirled.

A Violent Conception

As the whirled descended
In too violence
He helled this conception
In his ahead
Of adding up
To this fall
From grays
To black and white
And read
As un-void-able
As amor
Violence
Sum how
Wed
At the hip
Born of the same brood
As be, get security
Of the same kind

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POEM: DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME – Owed to Street Protesting

I am a profess-ional. DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME!!

DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME – Owed to Street Protesting

Check
Check
Check
Hear
I stand
On a street corner
In a see of people
Wading for a sign
That people might
Have an opinion
On the politics of the day
The weak
Our time
Some people may think
That wee could be
Doing most
Anything else
Too due our wee part
As unherd
Inconceivable to sum
Volunteering our own
Blood, sweat, and tears
Without pay
Check
Check
Check
Is this thing on?!

Street protesting is my second claim to fame. I do believe that I have participated in more street protests in Toledo than any other living human being. I have been protesting in Toledo since 1987. By the way, my first claim to fame is being the greatest punster for peace and justice in the English-speaking world.

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POEM: In Neutral

If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor -- Desmond Tutu quoteUnquestionably, we are living in times when if we do not vigorously question the many endemic injustices surrounding US and take action to end them, then we are the problem.

In Neutral

“If you are neutral in situations of injustice, you have chosen the side of the oppressor”
– Desmond Tutu

He had herd
The easiest weigh
To enter the human raze
Buy submitting
Parking it
In neutral
Where he went
As fast as he could
Comforted by the way things whir
Stupefied by glorious revs
Dumb founded by the rumble
The choke full throttle
Bullishly putting exhaustion to the rear
He didn’t no
Where he was going
Butt was making
Great time

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