Best Capitalist Poems

The Capitalist


It was dark out
winds from the north
branches swaying over granite graves
The night seemed ominous

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	Have been thinking about a funeral...

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Sugar Cuba?
What's so normal about normalization?

We become a little more socialist
They become a little more capitalist

We all meet in the middle and hold hands… How...

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Come close, come closer ... 
let me bend your ear, my estranged countrymen
It don’t matter to me
if you’re a Democrat or a Republican
Your political persuasion
is...

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Some issues,
some opportunities,
are written across great Western and Eastern cultures,
Northern and Southern economies,
Left and Right hemisphere structured minds,
breathing out- and in-forming lungs,
beating in- and then...

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I walk the street.
The street of The American Nightmare.
The moon is gone, no stars shine tonight.
The smog and ash are too thick.
The homeless gather to...

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Summer lay lazily over the land.
The languid weight of wind and water 
bowing tree limbs, chasing sand 
squalls over sidewalks.

Cyclist meander down aisles
of Rose of...

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The WOKE CAN ALL TAKE A HIKE

Depressing this year to celebrate the USA nation.
When our flag is dishonored
at the Olympics is a big
sensation!
Causes this poetess...

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I dreamed a lot when I was young,
my mind still wanders to this day,
so much I wanted to achieve,
so much that I yearned to stay.

Was...

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Sell the kinetic death metal,
see the swivel profits 
zooming to the stratosphere
Bloody schoolyard body count
is the cost of doing armed ant-farm business
Collateral damage is the...

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Loving Nature without loving God is a neat trick
But as I love Nature, how could I complain?
Are you a humanist? Spinoza a guy with a...

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Lilacs
In the parks
Cruelly crushed
Killing the pink buds
Eliminating the poetry
Torturing hands rejoicing
Yellow yelling in the panick

Some poets say
Power flowering in
Lickety split in the corridor
In all the...

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Off to college he'd gone
  a cheerful, optimistic fellow
laidback, easygoing, mellow
  not one to boom or to bellow

But the folks there taught him
...

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I want you to listen to me carefully and don't feel  offended
because I am writing to you from a conscious depth
You have called a...

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Creative and driven
Bound to succeed
Seeing opportunity
Where others concede

Seeking out problems
To see in a new light
Creating solutions
Well into the night

Failures seen as lessons
Getting closer to goals
Reaching...

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In all these triumphs and human attainments 
To overcome these realities of material boundaries and confinements 
Do we simply fill our lives with possessions and...

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