Metaphor America Poems

WOMB OF ALL BEGINNINGS


In the delicious womb of all beginnings 
we learnt to giggle electrons
to bear all things 
without nusturtiums, pink lilies or doughnuts 
warm...

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Fantasies glisten. Wealth untold.
Dimly clear; seen near and afar.
Wee men; chase around pots of gold.
Missed heaven. Prospecting a star.

She wishes; he’d only listen.
When lovers drift....

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WINTER IN AN IOWA CORNFIELD

Why start nattering about lucky tracks
Neath a tarnished night of a waning storm?
Haystacks in a disciplined platoon wait
With hooded coats, caves...

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"Call it curiosity"
Does anyone on this app really believe
That somehow or another every one of us
Truly think that one side is meant to deceive 
Or...

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There was a man from Donbas

There was a man from Donbas,
   who sat on a headless ass.
"Hey! You're going the wrong way!" he...

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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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If you lie, you're a liar
If you steal, you're a stealer
If you kill, you're a killer
If you bad mouth, you're a backstabber
If you murder, you're...

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Cotton candy skies
Birds dancing as they fly 
With the mountains behind 
O what a sight to see with my very eyes...

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We take great pride in our knowledge
Each generation thinking they are smarter than the ones before
The problem, it's a subjective egocentric perspective
There's an air arrogance...

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Not many people think about what is happening on the other side of the world,
what mayhem our fellow man is inflicting on one another and...

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Moon Tuning…

		Peeping down through
		the closed blind,
		reflecting moon spy-tease
		the created mind;
		manipulating the running
		of ebony-hued time,
		trying to canvas a poem
		with lines that rhyme.

		Now if you knew how...

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US AND THE STATE OF THE WORLD

With our present world encapsulated
In a shell of abject tragedy, it’s becoming
Painfully difficult to pen pleasurable words
Of the beautiful...

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Today my flowing pen
Streams screaming words
Cascading to hungry eyes
And thirsty ears of waves
Of the oceans of minds
Waiting to be sailed upon
In the winds of whatever
The...

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Future Dreams

The hot water in the teapot
is boiling and the kettle whistling loudly. 
It seems to have gotten hot, very quickly, 
as if time was...

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This place is pathetic, 
my critique’s not unique when living amongst these freaks,
everybody so demonic, crisis mode, my diagnostic is more than socioeconomic,
I see your...

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