POEM: Laugh, Lord

Posted on November 5, 2025 by Top Pun

Holy self-deprecating…

Laugh, Lord

I was looking
At God
Straight in the face
Soully able to say
You made me
Laugh, Lord

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POEM: Homeless, Man

Posted on November 4, 2025 by Top Pun

Prophetic words can came from unexpected places…

Homeless, Man

He sat on a concrete couch
Overlooking an asphalt river
Its banks colonized
With big boxes of all sorts
And this specific mourning
Passers rush bye
Caught up in nothing
Resembling a tension
As he announces
Rather madder-of-factly
“We live in a grand manor of fools”
And a busyness man
A regular
Is off to the razes
You could see in his efface
Warn of daze gone buy
As wince again
Calling attention to no won in particular
“We live in a grand manor of fools”
“You’re dozin’, dozin’, man”
In grossed in other whys
As they scurry long
What is herd
Won more time
“Are you a manor mouse?”
Yet no one new anything other
Accept per chance
What someone needs
A resting, man
Beyond pedestrian
As rows of cars
Line up long
That asphalt river
Neatly cued
Between the banks
Never quite noticing
The big hows

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POEM: Little Guise

Posted on November 3, 2025 by Top Pun

This poem goes out to the little guys, and gals, and “them”…

Little Guise

A tension
Wee the people
Too big to fail
Will fail
And the heir in this will
Oligarchs
A bout bailed out
By US
Wile they
Buy up all of our asses
For common cents on the dollar
Epic disaster capitalism for sum
Gruel-ingly thin for the wrest of US
A fig leaf for the little guise
As near buy
The naked truth

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POEM: Good God Immigration

Posted on November 2, 2025 by Top Pun

Radical hospitality for immigrants, refugees, and neighbors of all kinds is the 80-ton elephant in the Christian branding of Republican party — and that elephant has forgot something…

Good God Immigration

“The foreigner residing among you must be treated as your native-born. Love them as yourself, for you were foreigners in Egypt.” – Leviticus 19:34

“Love your neighbor as yourself.” – Mark 12:31

They sow coveted
To be Christian
In their idol nationalism
And wanton grave in image
They tried to stop
God at the border
But whoa unto them
They couldn’t keep God
Out!
Their last grasp
And soul hope
Turned out
As an inhospitable lessen
As God welcomes
Awe of God’s children

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POEM: Saddle Light First — Owed to Genocide in Sudan

Posted on November 1, 2025 by Top Pun

This poem is based on a striking new pinnacle of inhumanity, the first dead bodies and bloody ground seen from satellite — a grave convergence of the indifference of technology and humans.

Saddle Light First — Owed to Genocide in Sudan

As a first in humanity, satellite imagery from space documented dead bodies, strewn across the Darfur region of Sudan, on background of a palette of blood, known as “true red” in the biz.

Don’t look up
Things looking down
From the cold and dark
Of heaven’s above
In deathly obit
Of plan, it be
In continents dark
As if God shit
Whole countries
From that eye in the sky
Picture dump
With Sudan ease
That bloody stool
Of the thrown of God
In humanity looking down
Onto pallets of blood lyin’
Captured in a halo of true red
Halving herd
That fateful lessen
In dark night skies
Saddle light first
And you can’t tell
The deference of humanity
From our highest tech

For the full story: https://abcnews.go.com/International/blood-visible-space-sudan-shows-evidence-darfur-genocide/story?id=126985544

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POEM: My Life Projected

Posted on October 30, 2025 by Top Pun

This poem is a reflection on my calling to simple living, in what I sometimes call semi-voluntary, semi-poverty. I find the trappings much less entrapping than what passes for normal…

My Life Projected

Some may take
A mirror glimpse
Of that project
What peers
As my lamentable life
Knot sow interested
In what I no
As sum maybe
A tract
To those with
Better fallowings
And well-heeled manor of being
Yet there I AM
Focused beyond my horizons
A soul simplicity
And awe I can attest to
I have amor
Then a peasant life
More than enough
Of whatever
It is called

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POEM: Gaping Whole

Posted on October 29, 2025 by Top Pun

I see nonviolence as a lifelong, life-longing invitation to do better. We can awe ways do better. Of coarse, active nonviolence is risky because the whirled is replete with violence of all sorts: for personal or tribal material gain, for status and “honor,” to feel powerful and void helplessness and vulnerability, sheer sadism, and that ever-fashionable “necessary evil.” I hope soully to stand agape in love…

Gaping Whole

He took
His best
Shot
And still
I stood
With a gaping whole
In the center of my being
Soully Abel to say
You can do better
Then that

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POEM: My Asthma

Posted on October 28, 2025 by Top Pun

Sometimes, it seems that I am a little too connected to the world…

My Asthma

Just
The other day
To God I in choir
Singing my wheezy song
Why did you give me asthma?
She hummed long
Something concerning
My being one
With the lungs of the earth
The Amazon rainforest
And apprehending we is
At uncertain times
Unable to breathe
In the weight of no heirs about us
I was fully inspired
In what was ardor and ardor
As to bring to heeling of the whirled
Wading to exhale
Keeping our eyes on that expiration date
Co-mending soully
Go
And due
Like wise

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POEM: Reality Claps

Posted on October 27, 2025 by Top Pun

This poem goes out to awe of those fascinated by both, Zen and quantum physics – plus those intrigued wannabes…

Reality Claps

What is the sound of one hand clapping? —Zen koan

In the context of Schrödinger’s cat, “collapsing” refers to the process where the superposition of the cat being both alive and dead resolves into one definite state when observed. This concept highlights the measurement problem in quantum mechanics, questioning when and how quantum states transition to observable realities. This represents an event horizon between the objective, measurable probable reality, and the subjective, the other side, a singularity of possibility affecting awe in its presents.

Schrödinger’s cat is
In there box
Littered with this and that
Mysteriously both
Alive and dead
At the same time
Billed as a super position
Maintaining as cannot be
Helled together
By lesser mines
I object
Mirror litter
Clung to ether or
Cleaving neither nor
Weather or knot
A simple madder
Of what’s the matter?!
Energizing stuff!
Animating dis course or that
Collapsing into a definitive state
Coaled dead
Won or the other
Probably true
Possibly false
Con stricting up
Narrow wing down
As soar a bout
With modern fax
And ancient wisdom in memorial
Sow wanting
Being factual
Being true
The ruler of men
As measure meant problem
Won regarding halving stuff
The other subject to a singular soul
A ledge id farced
Only to be
All for naught
Who does that!!
Limit axing
Just taken
Aside
In two the would shed
Given one side rules awe
Both
And
Peer and peerless
Observe that!

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POEM: Wear Are You?

Posted on October 26, 2025 by Top Pun

This poem is a tip of the hat to all of the hats we wear. Will the real you stand up…

Wear Are You?

He war
Sow many masks
Armor and shields
As no thyself
Wolves in sheep’s clothing
Sheep in wolves’ clothing
Clothes mine
Clothes art
Wear are you?
Never the less
Bared deep within
Not able to live without
Naked truth
A child
Awe ready is
One with
There dreams

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POEM: Divided Precisely in Have

Posted on October 20, 2025 by Top Pun

Patriarchy’s most exquisite evil is dividing the world precisely in half, creating a divide that runs through every family, community, and nation. It should come as no surprise that the best indicator for the well-being of a nation is the status of women. This poem is an owed to patriarchy, a cautionary tale…

Divided Precisely in Have

It was bad
O men
In have they wanted
Too divide humanity
As much as they kin
Strictly down
The mettle
Razing girls and women
Splitting families
Defiling communities
Weakening nations
And hobbling the planet
The quickest rout
And master plan
To bring a bout anything
Except just us

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POEM: Stenographer Pool

Posted on October 19, 2025 by Top Pun

I love those days when poetry flows…

Stenography Pool

God kneads more
Peephole in
His stenographer pool
But what
Due I no?
Just calling
Hymn like
I see him

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NO KINGS Bike Ride — I AM ANTIFA, Be VERY Unafraid!

Posted on October 19, 2025 by Top Pun

Here are a couple of pictures from my bike ride along the entire NO KINGS protest along miles of Monroe St. in Toledo. I distributed 100+ yellow signs as I greeted the joyful resisters in ANTIFA-land. I AM ANTIFA. I am Jean Valjean. I am Spartacus. I am Groot. I AM ANTIFA, and I am coming for all of you. I bring reasonable, evidence-based policies to secure the common good. Be unafraid; be VERY unafraid!

 

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POEM: Put in a Box

Posted on October 18, 2025 by Top Pun

Violence First Refuge of IncompetentViolence is too hubris-ridden, full of juicy justifications, to not reliably rebound. Nonviolence in response to violence calls for great creativity and courage…

Put in a Box

We have bin
Tolled
Over and over agin
The soul thing
Force is the Weapon of the WeakUnder stand
That sum people
Is violence
And when you get
The chants
“Kill them”
And ask not for whom
“For us”
And know surprise
Violence the Repartee of the IlliterateWhen effaced with
Anon violence
Thinking outsized
The box

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POEM: Who Owns the Right

Posted on October 18, 2025 by Top Pun

Who Owns the Right

They had
Made up
They’re own
That they were
Right
Aggrieved of whatever left
Snowflakes
In the winter of their discontent
Too educated
Fore their own
Good as radical terrorists
Hardened criminals
Or God verboten anti-fascists
And awe too gentle vegans
Who should eat their own
Word salads
Half the world of pussies
The other
Half listening
Too the richereds
Even tricky dicks as RINOs
Nixin’ compromising
No’ing the deference between
Riot and wronged
Hippies and drug to war
And whoever left
Fondly reckon slavery
As liberals literally owned
Buy as New Joisy mobs say corporate poi’sons
Putting make up
On pigs
In escapably roaming the streets
That public transportation to prisons
By masked amen
And nobodies fooled
Buy wannabe possessions
Exorcising there freedoms
That unthinkably
Come home too roost
In new mourns
Same as the owed
Cutting off the left
So the right will be left
Right?
In cryptic weighs
What remains
Gravely unsatisfied
With what there is
No prostheses for
That elusive hole
Of left and right
Owning us

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POEM: From Sum Wear Ails

Posted on October 16, 2025 by Top Pun

This poem goes out to everyone who, in witnessing human unkind, has ever felt as a sojourner or alien in this world…

From Sum Wear Ails

I due not
Live on
This plan it
Yet I here
The call
Of an alien whirled
From wear
A bout
Only guest
In strangers hows
Of the leased of these
In during
Be longing

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POEM: Safety Thirst

Posted on October 16, 2025 by Top Pun

Courage - The Other National Deficit

At times, courage is needed to get us through those moments when playing it safe is even more dangerous…

Safety Thirst

Their heads were swimming
So they went head first
Into the shallow end
The Opposite of Courage In Our Society Is Not Cowardice; It Is Conformity -- Rollo May quoteOf the gene pool
A real dive
Soully to drink in
That lessen of safety thirst
When courage is in dispensable
In deep waters
Awe at break neck speed

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POEM: Round and Round Squared

Posted on October 15, 2025 by Top Pun

Violence is often a case of they made me, due it…

Round and Round Squared

Round and round we go
Where it doesn’t stop
Every won knows
The cause
And solution
Too awe of our problems
Violence
Lizard brains
And eternal justification
Of the hire mine
Minions and buds
Lost
The same
Owe
Same owe
Debts unforgiven
Unearth
As in heaving
The same as loss
Shock and all
Never to wake up
Double down
To hell
And get
Yo’ back
As in fault lyin’s
As in earth quake
Desperately beyond hope
Of a square deal
In what goes
Round comes round
Except
Just
As I am
He made me
Due it

 

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POEM: Dissembling Antifa

Posted on October 15, 2025 by Top Pun

The surest way to identify a fascist is if they define their enemies as anti-fascist…

I am ANTIFA, anti-fascist

Dissembling Antifa

The bloviator-in-chief
Rants and rages
Lies and defies
His pain a tension
As thanks to the madder
Yet his grate-est credential
Is fascism
Assure thing
Securing the damn nation
Buy pronouncing antifa
Meaning mirrorly anti-fascist
As sum kind of terrorism
When in truth
His sketchy character defines
The terror is him
Fascism

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POEM: Deepest Wake

Posted on October 15, 2025 by Top Pun

May you have the peace that passeth awe understanding each night…

Deepest Wake

In the dead of night
Is my deepest wake
A cross
That stream of consciousness
Rests
In the vastest see possible
That which is
Holy beyond belief
That eternal present
Transcending mirror godliness
Of mere mortals
Alms full
Of treasure not enough
Can only feast
In udder wordlessness
As peer into
That whole in my soul
Which cannot leave
Berth plays
Delivering me
That final act
Of letting go
Wear soully death and life mete
To be borne naked
That threshold of awe
Emptied into the whirled
Well wrested
A cross
That pissy stream of consciousness
A glistening rainbow
Is awe that remains
An echoing reminder
Of never agin
In unconscious knights
And conscious daze
Of every blessed mourning
That life brings
In its wake

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