POEM: A Lowly Sign of the Times

Street protests matter, as the winds of change, even if they don’t bring immediate wins or alone bring utopia.

A Lowly Sign of the Times

Resist FascismRumor has it
On social media
A bout my street protest
In my vains
A perfect example
Of people talking
A bout what they do not no
As if
Razing a stink
It is
Never
END REX LEXEnough!
Ruling their virtual whirled
Dis regarding
Apart of the solution
Affront of their efface
3-D’s better than an F
You
With emoji fist bumps
Wile
I’m out
Pumping irony
A lowly sign of the times

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POEM: Due You Mined?

Due You Mined?

God has taken me
Wear no won
Has gone
Be for
Agin and agin
I can’t help but be
Re: mined
Awe for one
And won for all

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POEMS: Dealing with Knews and News

When the news gets me down and the whirled peers bewildered, I try to simplify, get back to basics, go with what I know to be most true. For won, wee the people need to fight back against the rich and powerful. Kindness is awe ways better than cruelty. Our love for one another is the decisive force on earth.

May this poem help you focus on what is most true, and hone your response to bad news.

Dealing with Knews and News

There’s knews
And then there’s news
What has
All ready
Earned
And what has not
Yet learned
Dealing with the cards dealt
And how unfold
Weather a proving
Or knot
How to set a bout
A fit start
With ante up
Or helled down
Decked buy the chaos
As if
There is know ruse
As ponder us
The riot weigh
Or free for awe
Whatever the subjects
Throne by the muddle
Answers due come
Rejoin together
As one
Thing is decisive
Wee will prevail
As stand side bye side
Firm in good knews
In spite of the news

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POEM: Under Dogs

I love rooting for the underdogs.

Under Dogs

So over seers
Whom do you root for
Beholden such peeps
Abiding with
Dumps falling down
And revolting reign
What too doo
And urine it
Don’t count out
Number one
Number two
And so fourth
As sum solid air itty bitty
Of human companionship
Sow much more
Than screwed as dogs
Can you under stand
The difference
Of over taking
And coming from behind
What’s the catch?
O chasers of just us
And naught them agin

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POEM: Behave as a Child

Sometimes siblings don’t get along well. I suppose sometimes that it’s a matter of loving our siblings rather than just liking them. Parently, it’s the same with God.

Behave as a Child

I am
A beloved child of God
As awe you
Sow much amor than a like
Can you dig it?
Unearth as is in heaven
A life long
Mission statement
As well
As a vocation for awe
We are
Gems to uncover
Reflecting light
Enlightening the weigh
As children won and awe
And just
Minors
Behaving where for
Wee
In large
Our prospects

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POEM: Unfathomable

This poem is a reflection on the deference between standing in awe of the Creator as posed to the created.

Unfathomable

Know One
Understands me
And then sum
That image of God
As some kind
Of fact simile
Or some carbon copy based life form
Conceivably some clever analog virtually living
More likeness than loveliness
Presume ably as some evol twin
That thorny altar ego
As soared to the avatared and feathered
Posedly as some doppelganger banger
And in the end
A dead wringer
Drawing sketchy conclusions
In knead of
A deeper reflection
On the created
And the Creator
Leaving
An impression
To be plumbed
And holy apprehended

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POEM: Breathtaking

The breath of life . . . and death . . .

Breathtaking

Awe through life
Heed taken
Millions of breaths
Beyond thoughtful
In perfect order
In
Out
In
Out
Awe ways
Knowing what
Too due
Depending
On what
Did last
Till
That final breath
Breathing in
Heaven
That place before we were borne
Of singular inspiration
That mystical sighin’ of God
Into us

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POEM: Know Spyin’ — Owed to Spineless Democrats

We return now to the regular shutdown of our government. This poem is in anticipation of today’s expected (sic) collapse of Democrats in Congress to offer any courageous opposition to Republicans’ hostage-taking in government shutdown showdowns.

Know Spyin’

I spy a party that has gone undercover
Much too comfortable with endemic shadiness
Look
There
Op position
Ooops
Out of sight
Out of mind
Unfound
Silented by the right
And left
Know spyin’
Slinking
At every stair down
Casting a bout
Whatever
Base meant

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POEM: Rule Won

Demonizing and blaming those less powerful than yourself is the lowest forum of politics.

Rule Won

Rule won
It’s all weighs
Somebody else’s fault
Weather trying
To win an earthquake
And after math
A thousand shakedowns
The fault lyin’
Like sum smoking crack
Or shhh, hole countries bombed
Out of their mines
Left crippled
He con me
Played
The be lame game
And if there is an other
Rule what sow ever
It’s awe number two

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POEM: Bent Knee Walking

I see conflict as an unavoidable aspect of life. Even with my best intentions I end up harming others in various ways. Certainly, I can greatly limit this through effort and attention on my part. Still, there is a chasm between intentionally and unintentionally hurting someone else. This poem is a meditation on these times of great conflict and violence in which we live. My prayer is to have compassion on all living beings.

Bent Knee Walking

If my protesting
Makes your Amerikkka grate
As I no jackbooted thugs
While I walk my walk
Pardon me
If my bending of knee
Crosses paths
With your testicles
Of whatever
Sighs
For I no
No no
And know
The deference
Between praying and preying

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POEM: The Hows Always Wins

Our choices matter. Sometimes they madder more than others.

The Hows Always Wins

As luck would halve it
I don’t believe in gambling
Or even “random” for that madder
The hows always wins
Regardless of the whys
Though we can harmonize
Arrange of options
Align between more than won point
Even if you could cheat the odds
For a wile
It’s awe
Soully
A matter
Of time

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POEM: Arts on Fire

Artist play an important role in the resistance. This is why authoritarian regimes go after the artists and intellectuals. Also, artists make lousy slaves.

Arts on Fire

Buy hell or high water
The powers that be
Possess
A scorched earth policy
And a wrest of us
As our lives are doodled
On the margins of society
Living on the edge
Our arts on fire
Braving the greatest sensor of awe
Our skin in the game molten
In large in every seasoning
Till fully groan
Passing on
Torching
Of the dead would
As if water can
Put out
Our saving the soul
Of that dam nation
Posing as some whored of life
Their foe watering whole
After awe
Fire raging
At won
And the same time
Fore awe that is at stake
Sears of the future
In visioning a world
As we wholed in the highest
A steam

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POEM: The Palpable Need of De-Crying

There is enough pain and suffering in the world. I strongly suspect that punishing is a poor strategy for a promising future. Love is awe we knead.

The Palpable Need of De-Crying

One mourning
Wondering round
In the town square
I overheard a man state
With evangelic fervor
And a consummate lack of commitment
They should suffer
It will
Due them
Some good
For me so palpable, the need of de-crying
As there is more than enough pain in the world
In cahoots with a commensurate lack of compassion
And the tsk of love
Like snowballing in hell
Is repeatedly called Sisyphean
Yet for a faithful few
Rightly sow

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POEM: Off Putting Lip Schtick on a Chauvinist Pig

Who in this whirled is taking a dump on Trump’s efface?

Off Putting Lip Schtick on a Chauvinist Pig

They made an epic play
For a bomb
A nation
In its berth
Facing black and white
Make up!
Make up!
As grate as it can be
With such whore-able direction
Heir-razing scrip
With its grave plots
Stage right
Stage left
Projecting to that shadowy audience
Casting thousands
Busloads of stoolies
From below
As something smeared
On his efface
The ocher-in-chief
And whatever
Pig meant
And what can’t be
Made up
The disgruntled gruntle
The only colored
Joke
That truth is
Stranger then fiction

NOTE: the word “ocher” is: 1) any of several earthy mineral oxides of iron occurring in yellow, brown, or red and used as pigments; 2) a moderate orange yellow, from moderate or deep orange to moderate or strong yellow.

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POEM: Meat Our Future

It’s a bout the bought ensouled. We are not merely bouncing meat.

Meat Our Future

Violence is unacceptable
Accept when we do it
That soul exception
As we meat
Our future

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POEM: Pastoral Posture

I find laughter a beautifully open space for awe good things to emerge.

Pastoral Posture

I stumbled up
On God
Laughing in a field
And before long
Found ourselves
In strange plays
A staggering experience
Solidly grounded
As couldn’t help
But laugh

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POEM: Thinking Outside, The Box

Think bigger, in large life…

Thinking Outside, The Box

Know matter
How hard
They had knot
The wear with awe
To fashion a box big enough
To whole my soul
Thankfully, an ever expanding universe
By enlarge
Suits me
Deeply well
Within and without

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POEM: Masses of Butterflies

This poem emerged from a dream that I had. The dream was of a herd of lemmings racing toward a cliff. A single lemming froze in place like a single frame in a movie.  The other lemmings continued largely like lemmings do, and, as they approached the cliff, the ground beneath them crumbled. The lemmings fell in a mass of dirt and lemmings, nearly indistinguishable. As this was happening, a multitude of butterflies descended onto the single frozen-in-place lemming. After the butterflies completely cover the lemming, they flew the lemming into the distant sky.

I see this dream as a metaphor for mutual aid, particularly for those who break away, for any reason, the suicidal mob that is our nation. Be a butterfly. Fly with the multitudes of butterflies.

Masses of Butterflies

The lemmings scurried
Razing forward
Nose to tail
Untoward a cliff peering
When a singular lemming
Had a stroke
Of unusual genus
Frozen in place
Inaction hero pose
Not with standing the species carried on
Most other lemmings were rankled
The odd lemming was intrigued
Even as the ranks hurtled bye
Simultaneously
The bluff beginning to crumble
Beneath the lead lemmings
And the wait of the uncontemplated
An inescapable fall
Where animals peered indistinguishable
From the dust
It came
Ground into the sky
Death wading below
Making more than mountain of mole hill
Still
That soul lemming
Eyes fixed
Above
Hi noon
About to be flocked
Eclipsed by a swarm of butterflies
Which separate light from dark
In the mettle of the day
Sow little
Won after another
Alighted
That inscrutable statue to the unmovable
That shield to all that would blank it
Uplifting beyond what can be seen
Completely taken
Wherever butterflies freely assemble
And call home
An open question
What to make of awe this
Yet certain onlookers
Sharing such fate
Can lonely say
Amoral of a story
Of lives and souls shuddered
In efface of
Any out landish worship
Of masses of butterflies
Befalling us awe

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POEM: OK Corral

One way that folks avoid deeper awakenings is by settling for “good enough.” I suspect that the disturbing nature of seeking higher goods, by their claim on paying a cost for our “values,” is one major reason that we lean into denial and “getting by.” This poem lifts up awe as the payoff for fully “funding” our values…

OK Corral

They mustered and catch up
Awe the relish of life
Yet the masses
Mostly settled
Merely for good enough
Collected and caught
In the OK corral

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POEM: Relax, Into Propaganda

In post truth social media, we must be vigilante, my friends!

Relax, Into Propaganda

Red in
Their sacred texts
ALL CAPS know less
For whom much is give in
Much is re-choired
In
His image maid
Such hollowed ground
As grave in
As craven
An echo of truth

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