POEM: Trifecta of Win Win Win

Posted on January 15, 2024 by Top Pun

I wrote this poem today, MLK Day, after listening to Martin Luther King, Jr.’s speech, “Beyond Viet Nam.” Have you never herd; it’s a real gas. If you don’t like it, talk to the hand, nay, palm…

Trifecta of Win Win Win

Have you never herd
The triplets
Of racism, poverty, and militarism
Ignorant
Of sum
Mutha’s MLK
A perfect stormin’
A fecund whirled
A trifecta of win win win
No’ing our place
And no show
Like business
And meaning it
What will it take
To pass win
For the love of beings
As strong as any steal
If smelt
Dealt
Ore what
Might be
Just
In efface of
Silent but deadly

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POEM: Yours to Deicide

Posted on January 14, 2024 by Top Pun

Wile it doesn’t make cents for some, I see humanity is one. I strongly suspect that there is only one side. Thus, in a religious sense, any won that kills other children of God is ungodly. In some sense, killing others is a form of collective suicide. Many call out the name of God in their homicidal ventures. This strikes me as a suicidal notion of God. The formal term for killing God, or perhaps won’s notion of God, is deicide. Thus, this poem:

Yours to Deicide

They prey
In the mourning
They prey
In the knight
Axing only won thing
God on my side
Being halve right
And still left
There is only one side
Not to commit
Deicide

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POEM: Poetry Bombs in the Hows

Posted on January 13, 2024 by Top Pun

The muse is the bomb, dropping poetry bombs, as she wishes.

Poetry Bombs in the Hows

My crib is in
The neighborhood of a muse
Reigning over me
Poetry bombs
In a hood next to no wear
A boarder
Across
Never too bare

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POEM: Dammed Hope

Posted on January 12, 2024 by Top Pun

This poem employs a metaphor of a remote mountain lake brimming with hope, exasperatingly difficult to access, only to be topped with an even more secluded mountain valley hiding away awe of the lost senses of humor of uncounted folks.

Dammed Hope

Up in the mountains
Sow high
Theirs a pass
So long
Forgotten
And down
In the valley of lost hope
A valley know more
Rather there
I found
Transformed between
Two summit I’d a prize
More than just
A titanic see
Hope lapping onto the mountaintop
Quiet a mountaintop experience
Helled only
By an inexplicable damming
Whether geological or theological
I could not determinate
And having taken awe that I could convey
To the point I would depart
Beyond me
A single peek
Which I will never get over
Another valley
Positively knot a depression
That hide a way
Where uncounted folks
Have lost their senses
Of humor
And awe I’m culpable of
A vowing
Know joke

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Starving Palestinians — How Compassion Ate Gazans

Posted on January 11, 2024 by Top Pun

President Biden’s posed compassion and the U.S.-Israeli genocide of Palestinians in Gaza is starving the civilian population. The generations-long military occupation, the 16-year blockade on Gaza, and the current months-long bombing campaign has created a crucible of death in Gaza. The blockade and siege’s deprivation of access to clean water, forcing Gazans to drink sewage-tainted water, is accelerating disease and death in Gaza. Biden has the power to stop this genocide. Still, his policy is quite literally, “Eat shit and die.” The notion of Biden as a compassionate human being is a cruel joke.

Starving Palestinians — How Compassion Ate Gazans

Now avail Abel
Biden® brand compassion
In deed
What you have herd
Is for reel
Tending his wholly Catholic mass
Starvation
A yar sale of unclean waters
Entreating them as dogmas
Wile illiciting humanitarian law
As neither hear nor their
And what might
Madder
Is scene as incumbent
Iraq solid support
Fore compassion ate
Humanity

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POEM: Trump Blows (into town)

Posted on January 10, 2024 by Top Pun

I’m posting this poem in honor of the upcoming Republican primaries. I actually wrote this poem years ago when Trump came to Toledo for a campaign stop. My experience there adds a layer to this poem. The attendees of the rally were overwhelmingly white. In fact, excluding some of the protesters, there were more blacks as vendors selling Trump paraphernalia than black rally attendees. I found this an odd and somewhat disturbing juxtapositioning. I spoke with several of the black vendors and they said that they didn’t care for Trump but it was a chance to make some bucks. Perhaps fleecing Trump supporters by selling them overpriced campaign paraphernalia was as poetic justice as could be mustered that day, in some eerily American way.

Trump Blows (into town) 

The end of the line
Is just
A block ahead
Beyond the pale
Making a hockey game
Look
Like an NAACP convention
Yet darker
Folks selling crap
They don’t believe in
The mob buys it
Money saved
From there hallowed ticket
The price of free
Dumb
Allegedly worth twice that
And all the wile
The prize of admission
We the people
Can’t afford

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POEM: That Leader Ship

Posted on January 9, 2024 by Top Pun

I wrote this poem during the last Trump administration, of which I work and pray will be the last Trump administration.

That Leader Ship

What if
Everybody
Did that
Wading among prophetless idles
Spinning their wills
Ennui go
But how
Too bored
That leader ship
Down with that
Holey bull work
Awe that is deafed
Too holed water
Unfit for see
Accept a peep hole down below
In the face
Of a tsunami of salty water
Tearing at all that might
Be lost
As if
Their only hope
Agape
Full of wholes
More than
Wee can
Bucket
Bank on sum drain trust
Or patch the hull we have unleashed
And in that baffling place
Where nothing for sail
We illicit a response ability
Like walking on water
When the masses are frozen
Out living unfathomable fates
Beyond a preyer
Turning lead into goaled
And still
Mything the point
Sum will
In cyst
On turning
Water into whine
And that shit floats
Atop a lesion of angles
Those incredulous pinheads
And pricks revealing
How pussy in the end
Be holdin’
Too cantankerous ooze and awws
At everything butt
The kitsch in sink
Only to be left behind
A slew of idle leagues
At the see bottom

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POEM: Hanging Buy A Thread

Posted on January 8, 2024 by Top Pun

Here is a Monday poem for those who may be feeling that impending work weak and need a bit of fortification.

Hanging Buy A Thread

There he hung
Buy a thread
Of hope
Peering mid heir
Soully able
Too due
Sow sew much

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POEM: Owed Time Religion

Posted on January 7, 2024 by Top Pun

There very well may be a nexus between now and eternity, yet I find it helpful to consider now enough.

Owed Time Religion

Some in cyst
That there religion
Holds time in memorial
Preaching the hear after
Weather buy work
Or bettor yet
By faith
And still
Bye all accounts
I find now
Good
Enough
Without end

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POEM: Falling for It — Coming Down to Munch Time, “The Scream”

Posted on January 6, 2024 by Top Pun

There is a Buddhist metaphor for life, that we are in a freefall from a cliff, and that learning to relax during this freefall is the key to life. I am not one much attracted rollercoasters and the like, but when I have ridden on them, I have found it an interesting challenge to see how much I can relax during the ride. Perhaps Buddhists should have rollercoasters in their temples — strike that, they already realize they are in a freefall.

Falling for It — Coming Down to Munch Time, “The Scream”

He was speechless
Having fallen for it
With utter abandon
The priestess of awe
Had for tolled
Life is like a dropping
From a cliff
A free fall
Of incalculable worth
Coming down
To Munch time
Dealing with fast
Before he eats it
That terminal velocity
Before hitting his bottom
Her words
Like the win
Unrushed by his years
Breathing presence
Gently inspiring
Before expiring
Relax
And enjoy the ride
You awe ready no
The real fear
Don’t feel
Soar
Even like
A bird
Dropping

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POEM: Opportunity Accost [Number Two]

Posted on January 5, 2024 by Top Pun

I am an idealist. I see huge swathes of unfulfilled potential. I am confronted with an endless stream of possibilities — how beautiful. I recognize that most of the everyday whirled is ensconced in navigating probabilities — how practical. Still, I am fascinated with possibilities. The nexus of these two realm, possibility and probability, form for me an acute awareness of opportunity costs, the cost of choosing ordinary probability over extraordinary possibilities. I am both taunted and tantalized. Thus, this poem:

Opportunity Accost

Know madder
What we due
There is looming potential
Weave effaced
Hour live long daze
Haunted buy passibilities
Pregnant with awe
That is conceivable
A portentous bettor
On corporate shares
And heavy doody stakes
Vexing poetic just us
People verses
Mirror statistics
And every moment us
Victory for awe
Something more than
Just probability

As it turns out, I already wrote a poem entitled Opportunity Accost years ago; so, I added the [Number Two] to the title of this new poem — shit happens.

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POEM: Halve Truth

Posted on January 4, 2024 by Top Pun

This poem is a parody of the infamous “You can’t handle the truth” military courtroom speech from the 1992 movie, A Few Good Men. You can view the original speech here. Many have killed and died in wars over half-truths and hole truths.

Halve Truth

You can’t Handel the truth
That’s dammed right
Aye ordered the cold read
Son, wee live in a world that has walls
And those walls halve
Too be guarded
Buy men with guns.
I halve a greater responsibility
Then you can passibly fathom
You halve that luxury
Of not no’ing what I know
You due knot wont the truth
Be cause
Deep down in plays
You don’t talk
A bout
At din’er potties
You want me on AWOL
Wee use words like “hope”, “faith”, “love”
We use them as a punch lyin’
I have nether
The time nor the inclination
To explain myself to a man
Who rises and who sleeps
Under the blank it
Of the vary freedom that I provide
And then questions
The manor in which I provide it
I wood rather
You just
Say “thank you”
And went
On won’s weigh

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POEM: Just Nation

Posted on January 3, 2024 by Top Pun

This poem reflects my yearning for a nation that gladly welcomes refugees and immigrants.

Just Nation

Fore awe of US
Who halve a dream
In this peculiar whirled
Of death and extortion
Of making a killing
To welcome refugees
As America inkkk
Penning anew chapter
Transcending our own
Red or black
Or other
And go won better
Out classing
A nation of exceptional -ism
Of pigginess and pork
A sow
Called Christian
Nation
Condem nation
Or just
Nation

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POEM: Anew Year

Posted on December 31, 2023 by Top Pun

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Anew Year

Father time
Mother patience
Bring it on
Anew year
Out with the owed
Be gone with grudges
And woe to overdo
In with the knew
Refreshing awe that hold dear
Embracing fully that near
And welcoming sojourners from afar
May you have an abundance of health
And every moment mint
Just
Enough wealth
May your days be measured
By winks and smiles
Whoops and laughter
And may your resolutions be
Of fine beginnings
Of grace full ends
And may your next
Be a good won

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POEM: Stream of Consciousness

Posted on December 31, 2023 by Top Pun

Consciousness can race like annoying chattering monkeys. Still, consciousness is a funny thing.

“No man ever steps in the same river twice, for it’s not the same river and he’s not the same man.” ― Heraclitus

Stream of Consciousness

I dipped my tow
In the stream of consciousness
Never the same
Again and again
Still
Like sipping
From a fire hydrant
I drop
In a vast see
The best I can manage
Eyes sculpture
As a beach in heat
Waives sandcastle promises

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POEM: Only-ness

Posted on December 30, 2023 by Top Pun

This poem emerged from an observation that I made that “Loneliness is the shadow of individualism.” Loneliness is an epidemic in America, the most individualistic culture on earth. This poem goes out to anyone who has ever felt “only,” that this is all there is and it doesn’t seem enough.

Only-ness

Countless
Daze of high noon
The sun sets on
The season of winner
Days short
Nights longing
Loneliness is the shadow
Of individualism
The pinnacle in-sufficiency
And a collective poverty
A dis connect
In a see of technicalities
Of too many means
And too many ends
Only-ness
On a superficial high way
Populated buy driverless drivers
A third wheel in a crowd
Loved ones not there
Or knot here
A vacancy rents us
And out of this (and that)
A spiritual mass of confusion shows up
The self help gurus for hire
Pro pose
Taking nothing
Personally
And still
Weather left of centered
Or unpleasantly right
Find oneself
In a desert of comforts
On the wrong side
Of a mountain of troubles
The shadow beckoning
Look up
To that down to earth eclipse
With real eyes
That everybody
Is somebody
Among nobodies
Wherever
Two gather
And what ever
You herd
Soles
Two by two
Times much more
Hike over

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POEM: Awe Consuming Grief

Posted on December 29, 2023 by Top Pun

This poem is about grief as a universal facet of the human condition. This poem is inspired by a Buddhist parable.

Awe Consuming Grief

She suffered
In this whirled
Of sow much grief
Awe consuming
She wanted
To call upon
A wise guy
Who would make an offer
She could not re-fuse
Of making some bread to live on
And part take of it
Mysteriously simple
Such common ingredients
But with won
Caveat emptor
Gather each
From a houselold without grief
And she found herself
Travailing from neighbor to neighbor
Mirrorly to discover
Not a soul house without grief
And to her surprise
Not consuming
Awe the better

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POEM: Drowning in Technological Solutions — Owed to Novelty and Debt

Posted on December 28, 2023 by Top Pun

I strongly suspect that our impulse to seek technological solutions to virtually every human problem in lieu of applying ancient wisdom acquired through millennia of human experience will be our undoing. This is worsened by our apparent addiction to manufactured novelty and a penchant to control one another through debt slavery and poverty. I suspect and fear that this human divide — campiness if you will — is preaching to acquire. Thus, this poem:

Drowning in Technological Solutions — Owed to Novelty and Debt

They had
Lived
Well
For thousands of generations
They never new
Too miss
Never owed
Too be stuck
Downing solutions
To no end
Every quandary creating more
And indelibly less
Air miss takin’
In their collective ooze and oz
And empty incite
Awe ready
Going daze without
Giving
A shit
And sow readily poo poo
An other’s tech no wizardry
As erstwile magic
And ever news weighs
Subjected to objects
As get along wile
That is
A remarkable occasion
Soully when lose it
A back woulds hollar
I object!
Witch
First of all
Lasts
Mirrorly an instant
Just a moment
Un-till you
Real lies
Luxuries that can’t be lived
Without
And necessities that can’t be lived
With
The product of novelty and debt
Only recalling
A specter
Of the best of the best
Possessed and repossessed
To your endless credit
Worse than occult
That silent in voice
Stairing you down
A basement
So posably corporate
And what tarries
Of ancient wisdom
So long
Fore gotten

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POEM: A Kick in Arrears

Posted on December 27, 2023 by Top Pun

There is a high accost to selling your soul. But, if you are going to sell your soul, make sure to get a high price. Nonetheless, playing such a game is costly to won and awe — and some debts can never be repaid…

A Kick in Arrears

What does it, prophet
A man
To game the whirled
And loose his sole
And you don’t need
Know shit, Sherlock
To no
The game is afoot

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POEM: To Beat a Conundrum, Or Knot

Posted on December 26, 2023 by Top Pun

Sometimes we have the key to our own imprisonment and don’t realize it.

To Beat a Conundrum, Or Knot

A cross
Countless sentries
Cool cats have found themselves
In Schrödinger’s box
Or not
Know lock
And no key
Or no lock
And know key
Or not
And how
Hi the accost
I am just
Calling out
The lockness monster

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