Best Bulletins Poems

Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair

His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display

Civilisation as he knew it
Has gasped its last breath
For the butterfly winged angels
Has left earth in death

For once again their desire
To gain the...

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Silhouettes fade as summer draws near
Yearning for their presence in this barren room
Rippling sounds of one's laughter cause me to tear
Awakens this reverie like scent perfume

The vastness I never thought existed
Past the hallways where we've spent our youth
Smiles of the little ones thus recollected
Pictures from...

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A State Of Majors and Algebra

From a bridge I lift eyes weary from equation forms
Majors and Algebra instruct 
From on high the state loves us
Instinctively feed us what we must know 
Keep us in place for hours 
Guns on every head…to get ahead
Conclusions always drawn...

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Transparently robust private/public healers,
servants,
ego/ecotherapists,
investigate, with appreciation,
cooperative health insurance
for people,
healthy homes,
resilient transportation,
and cooperative tree and plant and children and elderly nursing
preserved through winter kitchens
and solar-fueled composting centers.

Health insurance assurance,
transubstantiating health/wealth reassurance,
investing in cooperatively-owned and eco-managing
therapeutic non-violent communication skill-sets
to optimize cooperative creolic healthy multiculturing outcomes
celebrating WinWin health...

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Dear Local Boards of EcoSchool Education,
Departments of Environmentally Protected Walkable Transportation,
Cooperatively Maintaining Public-Private Works
and STEAM Play
and WinWin GreenGames,
Hysterical Historical Associations,
Social Work Departments of Climate Restorative Therapy,
and Public Health-Wealth Departments:

Did you leave anyone out dear?

Just the usual lower non-elite 10 to 50 percent
still graduating from WinLose...

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He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, I thank Him now and then just for being there. I...

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I was a mere lad of fourteen way back in June of nineteen forty-four.
I recall so well the Sixth of June when brave men stormed Normandy's Shore!
They were called 'news bulletins' in those days that flashed news on the air!
The course of battle was looking...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor in Chief
of my town's daily GoodNews Bulletin...

No.
I do not have an appointment...

Yes.
It is regarding GoodNews
for his local variety show
he hopes...

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Memories shift through generations; pictures yellow, fray across the currents of time, worn and torn. Hushed stories talk about a life taken away too early, bone fragments in the mud, saltwater graves and grappling vines overgrowing some jungle island with a strange sounding name. ...

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Not much to do today
caught up on some 
deferred reading
went to the store to pick up
 a few things
took a walk down 3rd Ave
 	to get some sun

Basima and Azhar 
play in the okra field
chasing each other screaming 
and laughing
jaddah watches 
from her soft garden...

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Wake my news, take my message away
Communication became a red flag
Bulletins became a blind eye
Abduction, tourism, grief, and murder became my footsteps
Each time I had to open my eyes
Ignorance and intelligence became enemies
The report, reporting, and reporters became advertisements

I try to scratch the surface looking...

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« Fools are my theme and satire is my song. »
                   George Gordon, Lord Byron
I
Donald Trump is an ignorant man,
Put in power by a populist gang,
Property dealer of some...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory

Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation of another 

Sort of a whiz kid at what he does and his curriculum vitae very straight forward

Has always been...

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How many more news bulletins
must there be
before we finally awake
And see this second Exodus
Unfolding before our eyes

How many more bodies on the beaches
must there be
before someone stands up
and in the name of humanity
welcomes these weary souls

How many more tears of sorrow
Must there be
Before we wipe...

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Condolences Forever Invoked - 9/11/2001

(I sit corrected for typing year 201, when most of America untrammeled by hordes of humanity, and probably far more similar to the garden of Eden, which approximate space/time continuum disparity only about twenty centuries ago, a place unimaginably wine ding...

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