Imagination America Poems

Unsettling premonition kickstarts fiendish abomination

Consider the following 
dogmatic, enigmatic, fantastic, 
idiotic, jargonistic, kimetic, linguistic,  
narcissistic, opportunistic,
poetic, quixotic, rhapsodistic, 
scholastic, transformistic, 
universalistic agglomeration
as an abbreviation
overactive...

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I slip into a figment of imagination,
I find desire.
A place where I seek validation,
I become a Liar.
Our new human salvation,
I embellish the fire.
Social media: the...

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On the fifth of April 2024, about 10:23 a.m., we all felt a shake
It wasn’t the midnight train; it wasn’t a jack hammer
It wasn’t children...

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I wander through the days and nights with my mind set on a luxury apartment on the block, I have been saving to buy it...

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Preface: 
On February 4, 1861,
the seven states that had seceded
by this point convened and created
the Confederate States of America
under the leadership of Jefferson Davis.

Just under...

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Democracy ain’t
What we imagine it to
Be. A disaster!

Communism is as
Bad. Exploitation is bad
Everywhere, my friends.

Same strange lies
Our world is in trouble
Cry and pray.

Copyright © December...

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My Sunday Walk
I walk
to the park
on a sunny day
the air is fresh
the sky is blue
the earth is green
I see
the hills and valleys
the clouds and rainbows
the...

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I wandered through the woodlands green
And heard the birdsong fill the air
I saw the little streams serene
With speckled trout that darted there

I felt the breeze...

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Thanksgiving gobbledygook

The following anecdote baste
upon overactive imagination of mine
in sync with being married
and monogamously living socially chaste
life as a scrupulous anchorite,
whose weather beaten corporeal flesh
plus...

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I spied the pretty painted lady on a summer day.
The lavenders and pinks blew my imagination away.
If this was a bed and breakfast, I would...

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Standard of life still same
Only the people who have change 
A Changed Time's, a society broken
Even to themselves a denied truth
A world of moralities, do...

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I wait with bated breath for... C. Cure T. Clarence

The following crafted 
approximately midway 
into the administration 
of forty fifth president,
whose crass, gutsy, lewd,
repulsive yawping...

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A non-impartial juror is as guilty as a criminal
He or she lies, he or she believes in lying
That’s absolutely illegal. I am fair and ethical
I...

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I have heard all your excuses 
I have listened to all your pleas
It is time to pay the pipers 
With the sweet tears of your...

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The broken piggy bank
strewn into a bajillion little pieces

Unexpected largesse
yours truly patiently waits,
a metaphor of my dire financial straits
courtesy papa's unsuspecting muse
the missus, this wordsmith...

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