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Oggwool Fleece

In England’s pleasant pastures amid the free wild flowers
Lie pagan ways the wise ones do not mock
And one adept at harnessing these ancient rural powers
Was Oggwool Fleece, the black sheep of the flock

Oggwool was old, much older than the old oak it was said
Beneath whose boughs the dark sheep’s plans are sealed
‘Twas said the sheep had come back from the other side of dead
With the darkness in that corner of the field.

The farm hands better knew to venture in the oak’s strange shade
Or to the long grass that the darkness gripped
Where Oggwool lurked amid the spells and potions he had made
A sheep unshorn and magically undipped.

Not limited by four hooves in working his deft skill
Unhindered in ambitious sheepish plans
Harnessing the dark elves to do his dark sheep will 
Dexterously with little dark elf hands.

From that darkened corner of that English country field
His influence extends itself outside
His arcane woolly web through which his mystic powers wield
Reaching parts and persons spread worldwide

He has extensive vineyards in Italy and Spain,
He has mining operations in Peru
He owns a flock of ostriches down in the Ukraine
(Although he never quite intended to)

He’s engineering world events on scales beyond the ken
He has his hooves in business of all kinds
He interferes remorselessly in world affairs of men
With night-time thoughts drip-fed to human minds

Little green men fly through space in saucers flat and round
On interstellar missions without cease
But on their furthest journey yet, their enterprise is bound
To the ever growing plans of Oggwool Fleece

The politicians spin their words and armies shoulder arms
And yet do not beyond their small acts see
But Oggwool Fleece with thistle skills and other sheepwise charms
Is planning how to rule a galaxy!


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Sensitivity of Nature

When a person approached investigatively,
He chases his relations suspensively,
He finds clue and works dramatically,
Suspection always works progressively.

Confirmation of belief confirms sensitivity,
Growth brings a change to work relatively,
Hunger is seeking growth for productively,
A limit of growth confirms value qualitatively.

When population has highly density,
Unemployment works offensively,
Poverty grows to increase crime,
Disaster comes to balance creatively.

Everything is naturally fast and slow,
A person has patience for a balance flow,
Air can’t across a gravity line,
Sun has different heat rates a limit to grow.


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The Color Missing

The Color Missing
Red, black, and blue are the colors of our work pens. Red is the color of the blood we spill on other people’s mistakes.  Blue is the color of the songs we sing on tax forms or pay stubs- every page has a secret melody. Black is the color of the streets we fear most. Black is the color of our signature of approval. Black is the color of our death.

‘But what about the Green pens?’ I ask. They say ‘the ink is too hard to see.’


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YOUR MORNING BAGEL Doylestown PA

      YOUR MORNING BAGEL Doylestown PA
Consider this, as buds break out on trees
not yet a leaf, the sight that no one sees
as walking through the borough mesmerized
past ancient mansions seen, not realized.

Through early morning air, our sence of smell
arouses to a bagels morning bell;
it tells us to awake, this is a day
we gain another try to make our way.

Past tiny shops of books and pottery
of artists who record what used to be
and at sidewalk cafes, we take a pause
considering what's real, or never was.

We hear the groan of traffic come alive;
the buzzing of our time and constant hive;
but who can see the budding of the tree
that's made for us to always never see?

Consider this, of time we've none to spare
to capture in our heart the birthing there;
no longer for a blinking of the eye;
what time has brought along, too soon will die.
© ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet


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4 - Messenger from the Dead

Alas there is no more confusion,
finally found my last conclusion.
Expect me as if Jesus will return,
from a ghost to a realm of concern.

Your dreams are portals like doors,
welcoming spirits into hasten wars.
Leaving the thoughts without trust,
keeping your fears in much disgust.

And though you sought no consequence,
deeds that confirm a wicked malevolence.
Awaiting in your nightmare of screams,
enjoy what is left amongst your dreams.


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A Horse Of Course

<                                        Horses and snowflakes
                                   Illuminating to it's tongue's pallet's plate


                                              Open carriage rides
                                         Falling flakes in the eyes


                                             City strewn lights
                                  Hoof's echoing through out the night


                                             Fleece blankets
                                              Cider drank it


                                              Horns blare
                                              People's stare

                                             
                                        New York's Central Park
                                       An home for many after dark


                                         Four miles of bridal paths
                                    Drawn coaches to bring you back


                                          So horses and snowflakes
                                      Fills this ones poet's pallet's plate



Written By Katherine Stella
My Theme Was Both 
Horses And Snowflakes
This Is An Entry
For Constance ~A Rambling Poet 's ~ Contest
G.L. All
                                     

                                     
                                            
                             


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A Costly Mistake

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION


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Abjectly Blind Even With The Perfect Sight

Hurrying and rushing even at eight, usually just to avoid been late. been doing this for a while and I am so accurate, the day I relent, my Boss Anger I activate, the beauty of Nature and sight seeing, no room to accommodate, so focused on my Job and nothing to motivate, through the Trolley Bus I get to the Office straight, none present yet, not even a mate. I'll sit alone for some minutes as I wait, and this I terribly hate, I do not even know for how long I can tolerate. Then one day, I deviated from my usual line. In the Bus, taking my time and making it mine, not giving a damn even if I reached at nine, watching the passers-by smile so fine, up the sky the Birds happily dine, moving in groups like flying swine. Just observing the 3 in 1 street lights was a sign that my Job intoxicated me like wine and all this while with a perfect sight, I've been blind. The Unique Victoria Bar, I've never seen. The "Dark-Ages" band, performing so obscene, showing their 'half-naked' dancing body is what I mean, and the Statue close to the Adidas Shop looks so lean. Aha! The writing on the building is just a signature and the photo on it gave a nice gesture, initially, it puzzled me like a difficult literature, but now the advert seems to be a blend of perfect mixture, as it reads "Gym with us and better your posture" Just understanding the popular Joke about the Pear, It is two round Toys I noticed and a bottom they share. Looking like one big Apple green and clear. Also enjoying the glaring Banks with the colors they wear, not observing all these is worse than to err, and making me feel Nature was never near, this is a burden I am about to bear. How on Earth can I explain this? It's so hurtful not experiencing such a bliss, crying intensely like my niece, is not enough justification for a 5 year-miss.


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The rancher


morning frost twinkles
      while rancher sips coffee and
              whiffs new arrivals


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Gulf Oil Spill

Gulf Oil Spill


       Another disaster ,
Caused by man.
      Oil spills far…
We do what we can.
      Once again,
We’ve damaged our Earth
      By spilling a gift
Its given us, of worth. 
      The fish will die
      The oil companies will lie
If things don’t change
      The world will die.


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fracking oil

should I believe you man in the suit?
oh your hair looks mighty fine 
combed back, your polished slacks 
a slight tan 
you are irresistible in your presence 
demanding attention. 
you have a face that looks right 
nothing you say would be out of sight 
nothing you do would steer me wrong 
oh man in the suit, 
you are my god. 
you have the power to make us thrive 
dig a hole 
to the other side 
not to china, but to the fuel
oh man in the suit 
I cannot trust you 
you dug too deep 
into a pocket of the earth 
looking for more resource 
to fill your own pockets 
but I don't want pockets 
man in the suit 
all I want 
is for you to tell the truth
your polished smile did us wrong 
lies lay upon your clever tongue  
and you continue to rule the earth 
digging your holes 
you find more girth 
to your hungry pockets 
which you try so hard to fill
when will you learn 
that filling pockets kills...


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Biting my Tongue Again

My tongue
has no more blood; 
no tissue to slide through my teeth.

I have bitten my tongue
so long
my message deflates beneath.


©  2011  ~JSLambert Esquire


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The Pristine Society

Contractual agreements with publisher caused DELETION

~JSLambert
© 2011 JSL


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Sky of Morning Smog

northern white clouds rise
each morning, any weather--
sky of morning smog


*For strict Haiku contest


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Sycamore



Upon such unnatural paths do men set course
Jacks walk the trail with axes, and their horse
They have come to rape the forest by brute force


Rested, and ready from yesterdays good night
Minds fixate on profits, hearts ignore the blight 
Taking with them every last tree in their sight

Leaving a grave yard behind when they turn, and walk away
There will be no sleep lost for nature content with their pay


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The first shower I experienced this year



Could feel the smiling and risen sun all gleeful and gay,
It had ushered  in me a beam of energy earlier today.

Could sense now at twilight it chuckle at the rising milky white moon,
And softly in me restore its light to make me excite and swoon.

The virgin cold watery sprays of the falling drops of rains,
Slowly washes  my worries off my face and down the drain.

The fragrance of wet mud and lush sweet garden breeze,
Blows into me, pure strength and happiness in me gradually increase.

As I walk bare feet, wet grassy paths of my garden gently,
My subdued muffed up feelings erupt over my heart’s brim intently…..

I let go of all feelings and experience  inside me a sensation so very light,
 my vision clears and thoughts to me for my life's path ahead  seem so very bright...









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Grey days

Scorching sun and 
burning ground
No more blossom rose 
around
No drop from the sky
No thunder other than 
sounds-
Patch of sands like desert
island
No trench for the spy.


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A Resolution for This time

A Resolution for This Time
(Based on Eccl. 3:1-15)
©2011 C. Brent Cloyd

I long to see the beauty of my time
Hear music from eternal bells that chime
Enjoy earth, till this good life I sever
Look toward heaven that last forever

I’ll grasp my part in each life occasion 
Banish thoughts and deeds of ill persuasion
Accept God’s design for each life season
Submit that I need not know His reason

I will celebrate life so wondrous born
Understand that death is not always scorn
Propagate goodness and wholeness in life
And uproot that which causes pain and strife

I’ll concede it’s sometimes proper to kill
But until convinced I’ll promote goodwill
Useless things I will tear down and destroy
Then plan to build, and work efforts deploy

I will comfort the hearts of those forlorn
Together find God’s healing as we mourn
Dare to dream, love, have hope, and take a chance
Embrace the moment, laugh, and learn to dance

I’ll speak with passion, let pieces scatter
Gather the fragments, avoid the chatter
Engage opinions, proceed with a shrug
When acceptable, open arms and hug

For things of value I’ll search at great cost
When searching is exhausted count it lost
When usefulness has ended, throw away
But don’t allow important things to stray

Now is the time to tear some things apart
Then with care I’ll mend and make a new start
Learn the lesson that silence is golden
Of words fitly said men are beholden

I pledge to hate what is cruel and unjust
Teach that kindness and fairness are a must
In war, anger and malice find release
But I’ll use my voice to encourage peace

Yesteryear’s events once again will be
To measure their success we wait and see
God’s deeds are good, lasting and without flaw
Of Him and His works I will gaze in awe.


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haiku----------

_ brown eyes wander in a loud crowded room a mouse scurries _ Contest Could this be regarding the mouse or is it a head executive bored with the chatter....I don't know....??? what do you see................. 4/6/4 Modern Traditional Haiku Poet-^Rick Parise


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The peace within

The peace within

Such peace it lies within so deep
The beast within be fast asleep
The breath of love it just pours out
Oh my, what is this all about? 

The bird song chatter echo’s deeply
As heart takes over mind completely
And silver silence sings to me
As I be here, alone I be.

The finger’s pointing out the way
Behind the moon, the warm sun rays
Reflect through her the breath of love
As stars shine brightly high above!!!

The sun be hiding from the day
As stormy skies below, they lay
I see as flowers open wide
The space where pristine love abides.

I sit here in this garden chair
Senses sharp and so aware
As the day cries out “Wake up you fool
Eyes open wide, it’s beautiful!!!!!” 


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Gravity

You have unfailingly demonstrated your love
      every law     supporting      our galaxy
is so      harmonious      that this
little blue paradise      could not exist
      every      thread      and       movement
so precise      we can measure
its movements right down to atomic levels
 
All so         this small space
could provide          everything         anyone
who had           any appreciation
might understand that we have
      been provided abundantly          every delight
in the way         of plans          for a Utopia
 
      Yet the movements      of every ruling body
of science         religions         governments          corporations
      seem bent         on destruction
tampering      with the finesse      of precision
      incorporated      in the molecules      of life 
Continuous self reproduction      and regeneration      in nature
right down to making           "seeds who self destruct"
      to make nature          exactly as themselves
 
I divorce publicly          these unions of violence
demonstrated in their every thought and deed
      poisonous words          poisonous chemicals
totalitarian ideology          pandemic to 
the leaders           of these factions 
      warring with each other          hoarding the
wealth       of a planet       given freely to
      the father of our species
 
And if you don't believe that
          then think nature gave it freely
of her every fruit         produced by her ground
          YOU WARRING FOOLS
who delight in the peril      and fall
of your own family
      who know not          nor recognize
your own worth      or the worth
of everything          and          everyone around you
 
No , but you      fall at the feet
admiringly of all               these mongrels
          the media who worship
          these fine movers and shakers
who roll      right over you      and think
you should be trained groupies
these men          who kill your planet
          with ideologies and philosophies 
whose very design          is to denigrate
your worth          and exalt themselves
 
Therefore       I will exalt      in your instruction
          the progenitor of life       for as surly
as we examine          the work of life
      we are moved      by its abundant wealth
freely shared      with all who live on this little rock
to examine          why we all are unable
to fluently          live          within its confines
 
I think I will not walk off the cliff today
gravity is my friend if I know her rules
 
 
COPYRIGHT © 2012 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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Gulf Oil Spill !

Man to blame,
Once again to his shame,
His record continues to destroy !
 
The beauty he did not create, nor can he save…
He will never learn how to properly behave…

Nature screams pointlessly once again ?
Fearing where next we’ll drill ?
Gulf oil spill.


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Just What Is A Broken Dream, Anyway

A strange sight upon a lonely road.
A dream ripped in half.
Looking closer, I wonder what was the travail.
An old price tag attached, making me wonder at what price it was sold.
Along the edges, tattered and torn, it gave forth an evil laugh.
As if some sly devil concocted a way to turn someone pale.

Onward I traveled, with pack upon my back.
To the left and right of the road were littered with more broken dreams.
So many that one could not keep track.
Some having been blown into the parallel stream.

So, I checked the pack upon my back.
And, yep all my dreams were there in a stack.

Cold winds howl, trying to rip my back pack to shreds.
Freezing were the winds, but forward I march.
Never losing sight of my dreams in spite of many dreads.
They all hold up strong even though many times I'm in a lurch.

Suddenly I see people returning to the road.
Going back and picking up their dreams.
Dusting them off and restoring them to their pack.
Each and every one said to me, you are quite bold.
To go forth and not let the cold winds of fate not destroy your knack.
To face life as it comes and not give up even if offered gold.

Good, bad fortune, are likewise of no importance.
Put a failed dream back in your pack and maybe a new day will appear.
Where you can unpack that dream and give it another go.
But, for today, march forward, today's failure might tomorrow's dance.
You gave it your best, and win or lose, that game has ended with a spear.
Win or lose, that game is done so pack it's knowledge away in your pack and grow.

Suddenly down the road a new vista appears and a brand new game.
Left high and dry or victorious are the two possible ends of any venture.
But in truth, knowledge is all you will have, win or lose.
For tomorrows game is just around the bend, all the same.
Win or lose, the game of life only ends for the moment within sight of the new adventure.
So, to quit and call it the end, only makes you look like a goose.





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3 - Messenger from the Dead

In Hell where I may reside,
if death is not on my side.
Hunger that weeps to no end,
this darkness within my den.

As you enter my palace of pain,
fear not if you have not to gain.
Though previous life proved not,
judgement upon fears are sought.

And so the righteous shall avenge,
in my domain that seeks a revenge.
Cannot escape a wrath left in wake,
my vengeance is all that keep sake.

When I merge the dead with your dreams,
absolute power amongst all that screams.
Should a hundred years from my death,
not exist within the truth spoken breath.

Thus my soul is sacrificed for trading,
greatest power in all my soul waging.
Shall this price not be enough to pay,
the wicked shall cower before I prey.


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On And Off The Bridge

          On And Off The Bridge

A shadow takes hold on the bridge at break of day
This unidentified contributory figure adds to the mystery
And yes, misery to all

Neither creature, man nor beast is permitted on this expanse
One moment please….

While the man clings on to his finale memory and step
And not much more…. Let’s reflect….

Perhaps the law and signage on the bridge are flawed
Reading; “Trespassing and Suicide Jumps are Illegal”
It should say; “Please Don’t Jump, Birdies Will Be Sad
And Who Will Pay The Taxes?”

The figure drops anyway 

The draw of day collapses….tickets issued….good luck collecting

Three inspectors must render an account, a report, a reason why
Mundane and miscellaneous work remains

A new notice under the bridge erected  
“Watch out for falling people or debris” 
 “Your Tax dollars At Work”
Signed: “Land of the free”



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Reminders of the King

Oh vain man who casts his will
do not you know that all plans laid
with hope to control the flow of spill
molded the breath who universe has made
 
Know you not that time and chance
the one who has formed your clay
can be changed upon his glance
has allowed you to have your way
 
Bright hope is man with Plan
and like scroll his plan is written down
but He can spoil what thinks in hand
and take away thy hoped for crown
 
One hopes for toil to earn it's pay
with justice the scales to be fair
but grasping men seem to get their way
and have penciled more than is their share
 
In a book so written by a king
the vanity of man within is written down
in thought did he examine everything
and for all the resting place is ground
 
That to undertake a task you do with soul
and take joy within the charms of wife
to keep his law with heart thats whole
for this the vanity of your life
 
Ecclesiastes

COPYRIGHT © 2009 C Michael Miller
via Duboff Law Group LLC


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We Are Not Artificial We Are Legion

The stagnate machine planted firmly, rusted gears laboring to drudge along.
It does not function properly anymore; it has become obsolete.
The workers no longer need the machine to live their lives.
They can design a new system, built upon self-sustaining values.
It once labored greatly to support its work force. The machine now hinders the lives of the workers.
The workers grew so reliant upon the machine they thought they had become part of it, cogs in the system.
Now they realize more and more each day, that not only are their lives separate from the machine, without  it they are more able to focus on the fundamental values of life.


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Sheep's Work Is Never Done

            Sheep’s Work Is Never Done

Life calls after sheep in morning to continue
Everyone else sleeps in
Hiding from the corporate coma for awhile 
People rise, at a later date, from beds dead tired
Smiles crack on faces; lines move the traces of age around
And break the new dawned day wide open
You can’t count on sheep for anything
They cut wood down in forest 
Place it into piles
I know this can’t be done
They have no work permits
Their visas have expired 
They line up to be deported
You can’t count on sheep when sleeping either 
They wake up freezing cold in wooden homes
Catch colds, catch fire with the trees
To burn the forest down
Weep with matches hidden in the wool
Call it an accident
No one keeps the peace and secrets like death and sheep
You can count on that
Death takes everyone with it, with or without their visa
Sheep move back to their own countries 
Work is never done there either, but
To be continued


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Used

Used to look through child’s eyes
Used to stare at star ridden skies
Used to smile at silly sounds
Used to dream of the future’s bounds

Used to play in the thicket of my mind
Used to search for a place to hide
Used to act like story book heroes
Used to count from 100 back to zero

Used to hold my breath till my face was bright red
Used to believe all the words that everyone said
Used to want a big house and brand new car
Used to hope that I could someday set the bar

Used to use my imagination
Used to use that motivation
Now being used by my frustration
Of being used by my own generation

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
All our resources from bottom to top

Used to sit up all hours of the night
Used to believe that people were alright 
Used to think that we could still pull through
Used to think that everybody knew

Used to have faith in the ‘truth’
Used to see their words as proof
Used to hide these tears I’d cry
Used to hold my head up high

Used to think I had a grasp
Used to disguise myself with a plastic mask
Used to act like there was no problem
Used to hypocritically mock any and all of ‘em

Used to use their aspiration
Used to use their motivation
Now they use their investigation
To bind us to their administration

Used to... used to...
You know I used to...
Use it all without a thought
Used too... Used too...
We’re all being used too...
Bought and sold like an old iron pot
Used to... used to...
You know we all used to...
Dream our world would never rot
Used too... Used too...
It’s all being used too...
But when will this mass consumption ever stop?


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diamond

The jeweler that would fit my diamond,
On its new gold crown,
Tried to sell me one of his,
As he was sitting down...
Looking through his eye piece,
He would hold it in the light,
As it grabbed a ray of sun,
And made it twice as bright...
He stated that my diamond,
Was a beauty yet was flawed,
And one he had was crystal clear,
Without any marks at all...
I gently took my precious stone,
To put back in my ear,
And told him I was happy ,
That my diamond wasn’t clear...
Because if every ones the same,
You know how they will shine,
But mines reflect its flaws like flames,
So I can tell its mines…
 

 


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Sincerely Yours,

Dear friend ,

The world means nothing.
Its set in flames.
Even worse we roam with cold hearts trying to look the part,
in this guilded age.

This is something I wish not to be a part of.
I no longer want to be another soul endlessly making
contact with sole and pavement.
I'm striving for abatement. 

For meaning I've always looked at dictionaries.
For significance we've always looked at actions.
So please do take another look and see what this letter is for.

Our education is supposed to be priceless, yet we can't afford it.
Our outlook on life is supposed to be uplifting , yet our vision is always distorted.
Our struggle is supposed to be significant , than why is it our stories won't be recorded?

Does this not trouble you my friend?
We complain about being second rate citizens yet there are those who don't live
but attempt to survive in their homes that are assigned in third world countries since before birth.

Where is the justice if the hearts are starting to turn into just ice?
Wheres the justice if a benevolent man was robbed of their life?
Where's the justice in this non-sense?
I can't see it . All I see is us bracing for a cruel consequence.

Pardon me if I trouble you with the questions you can't answer.

But i've outweighed the pros and the cons of this situation.
I no longer wish to to be just another number in this logorithm of lies. 
I no longer wish to be a variable with no value of his own.
I wish to become the variable that comprehends the absolute value of sincerity.

Real love is that which shows no fear.
Unfortunately I am a coward.
I no longer can love a world that is platinum plated and wishes not to remember
the warmth of a child's smile.

Even the stars wish not to roam on the skies of the falsely lit nights.
Even the moon moans because of how far from her we've drifted.
Even the willos weep when we no longer wish to see them stand and instead
choose them to stand on.

I've outweighed the courage and the fear.
But what I found frightened me further.
What weighed us down the most was indifference.

With that discovery I knew what I had to do.
I must leave and find somewhere where gravity is no longer so heavy.

I know I can't outweigh death for it's a burden that falls on the shoulders of everyone.
I'm truly sorry that i'm a selfish coward 
For I have chosen the coward's end.

I wish you goodluck my friend,

Sincerely yours,

The shadow of men


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fulton-SILO

M   A   Y
H   A   Y
M   O  W


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Winter Bites

Winter
Night's long and cold
Frost sets in, prices soar
Deep slumber of hibernation
Snowfalls


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A Fact of Living

Earth, Moon, Sun, Mars 
Or any other planets,
Have a same visit? 
They share only a sky. 

Everyone has his gravity,
A small one is cycling 
After another a big one,
Also that has circling.

Everyone has a neutral space,
Nobody disturbs others,
If unluckily dies someone,
The black hole gluts it. 

The black hole has responsibility,
As Rain clears atmosphere,
To clean up the sky,
Who controls them?

Is he a master of techniques?
Is he a master of wisdom?
Is he a master of planning?
Can someone beat him?

It is as parallel as a human,
He cycles in his circle,
Also he has circling,
A small is circling, 
After another a big one,
What’s a fact of life?


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just draggin by

working while sick
can,t seem to breave
don,t  know how long i can tick
boss won,t let me leave

just want to get the day done
afraid to go home
might just get the boot
instead of loot
if i can,t hang in
 for another ten


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Hostel on The Prairie Meadow

O'er on the Prairie Meadow postures
my quietus Bed & Breakfast Inn
Where there is no granduer pasture
and the tones of  travelers leer weary
until they consider and decide to come in.
Welcome take refuge;we're fixed cozy & cheery
an invitation for repose & long overdue rest 
for the many eyes that oft weigh so bleary
we safekeep and are considered the very best!


McCuen Copyright October 2008


Details | Ballad | |

Go to the Ant

Go to the ant and learn (2x's)
Go to the ant, ant, ant
Go to the ant and learn-  (Chorus)

She digs her house down deep
She builds her house up high
And though she has no king
Her armies stay alive

In the summer she will reap
For the coming winter sky
She gathers everything
Her colonies survive

(Chorus)

Consider all her ways
She's small but she expects
Her people stay as one
And she is strong and wise

So number all your days
Prepare for what comes next
And til everything is done
Let no sleep tempt your eyes

Go to the ant, ant, ant (3x's)
Go to the ant  

(Chorus)


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All It Takes

Could all it take is 
A single person to 
Realize a twinkling star
Over the Milky Way, near the 
Little Dipper or Orion's
Belt to become
Recognized by some
Others who gaze in a 
World and sky
Near my own?  Thanks for looking.


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sleeping giant

Dusk slays the day
Dawn takes sin away
Lunar waves
Wash and fade 
With the tide
Clouded thunderhead
Disgruntled mountain
Surging typhoon
Volcanic fountain
Storming hand
Gathers night
Acting on plan
Disease, famine
We’ve awakened
A sleeping demon
With each branch we break
Another life he takes
Fire destroys 
What he enjoys
Rivers and lakes
Move and vein
Deserts scabbed skin
Canyons bleed within
The plague a science
We stand
In human defiance
And neck to blade
The one that gave
The finder of the way
Destined to fall away


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Wood Rats

Caustic soda smells!
Teeming with logs, bark and slabs.
Motors at the vats

Pump and pump strong til
Suddenly!  Circulation
Stops by the wood rats.


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The Big Country

The vastness of the prairies
Grassed and green
As far as the eye can see
Grace the lands
Of the Big Country
 
Ranches so large
It takes days to ride
Herds so colossal
Ranchers pride
 
Long horned steers
Browned and white
Like the buffalo
An incredible sight
 
The open range
Inhabit with new
Sheep farmers arrive
Lambing Ewes
 
With vast herds
And flocks of sheep
Big Countries land
No longer deep
 
The Homestead Act of 1862
Led to the need, to feed us humans too
Ranchers diversified, and farmed as well
As the Big Countries population began to swell
 
The prairie lands as big as they are
Could never sustain the bovine stars
Organisation would eventually fold
As grazing rights, the government sold
 
No more roaming for these herded souls
Fenced off ranches, the modern goal
Barbed wire in 1874
Kept the herds, and they roamed no more
 
You have to admire the land of the free
Make that journey take a look and see
Vast prairies for past ranchers be
The Big Country


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Architect

Gift of the fathers
Stand before others
Hands of the mothers
Hold us together
Ten story oddity
Steel shelled monstrosity
Like organs dwell
Cubicle cell
The nervous system
Organic hell
Paper blood
A computer god
Timeless toil
Ignorant clock
Its not life
It’s your job
War is waged
A profitable crusade
Overtime, time saved
An epic escapade
Dig holes, deep as graves
Line your coffins
With dollars paid 


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Nature

Here where the World is quiet
There where all trouble seems
Dead Winds and spent Waves
Riot in time dreams of dreams
I watch the green Field growing for
Keeping dirt fresh and sowing
Harvest Season and mowing 
A sleeply Nature of tears and laughter 
A Poet writes that word of intelligent  
May come Naturely
I am reading books of Days experience
Desires and dreams
And powers and everything       
Only art here live has Nature for neighbor
And far from Poetry or best wan Waves
And rain labor Winds strong Ships
And spirits steer
They drive a drift and whither wot
Not who make thither
Nature sweet hither 
Pale without Name or number
In fruitless Fields of corn
All Night till Good light is born


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Champion

Incessantly distinguish applause readiness
Estimate necessitous showing entertainment
A Champion over there I ask where
Society authority mistress speechlike
Fascinates popular quality I poem announce
Action preservatives colonies corianderly
Obtained emblematie of abundance flowers
Used ceremony inedible trumpet bachelor
Manipulation embematic gladiolus drawed
Attention elastic related Poet structure
Finish forever and a Day by a Champion I am 
Progress amen strong impress and wised
Response instance representation vowels
Comparielongate current thy Air sense
Beautiful scenery may we Poets Have a toast at eve 
Inspring a song drill agricultural practice made famous
Stream exercise general design post up horizontal 
Frame Peachy Write my first and last thought
Picture this moment with honestness
I am poeticly here I won.


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Impact

In the land of old

Runs a liquid of pure gold

Land where the oil flows

In the ground below

Black and thick in it's flow

Waiting for the rigs to blow

Drilling throughout the land

Out on the prairie sand

As they pump the barrels full

And more of earth's resources they pull

They are only to happy to find

Black oil of any grade or kind

As the price shoots sky high

it will bring many officials to lie

About the impact on the land

Because only the almighty dollar will stand.


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Nobody Minds

If you are intelligent who cares,
If you are honest who cares,
If you are hard worker who cares,
If you are landlord everyone cares.

If you have kind heart who cares,
If you have loving care who cares,
If you are a man of word who cares,
If you have wealth everyone cares.

If you are dull nobody minds,
If you are foolish nobody minds,
If you are criminal nobody minds,
If you donate them everyone cares.

If you are a smuggler nobody cares,
If you are a robber nobody cares,
If you are a drug dealer nobody cares,
If you play in money everyone cares.

If you have expensive car everyone cares,
If you have a big house everyone cares,
If you have a big job everyone cares,
If you are poor nobody cares.

People have respect only for money,
Who cares you deal with poison or honey,
If you rape someone paid money no crime,
Your deeds are criminal if you have no penny.


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Dearwood

Don’t cry in the darkness,
If you shall sleep in bearwood.
If you feel cold in the dark,
You shall need for fire a clearwood.

If you feel sad in loneliness,
You have need to burn a cheerwood.
If you shall be afraid in darkness,
You have no need to burn a tearwood.

Don’t care for anything in danger,
You need to fight in a fearwood.
Happiness is a game of two,
It will appear if they play in dearwood.


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Nature Speaks

Though I am an ancient tree
Standing alone in the glen,
A precious writing desk I'd be
To feel fine words of thinking men.
I'd feel the press of pointed pen
That would express the best of men
Whose thoughts were firm for liberty.
I stand; I wait; oh axe, swing free!

Though I am an ancient deposit of oil
Lying in peace far under the sea,
I yearn for a man's remarkable toil---
His determination to set me free
To be his servant fueling cars,
And lifting him---and lifting me!---to Mars!

Though I am a pure and pristine planet,
The stride of man---I do not ban it;
For purity's but a hollow name
That fears the bold of human fame.
So come, O Man, dig deep and full;
Discover me a useful tool!