Best Catchment Poems

Once upon this time
I was listening to the Christian Fathers
retell traditional stories
of God's election and predestination.

Predestination
is like being born into royalty,
power,
privileges of humane Earth's regenerative grace.

Election is more democratic.
Selection based on God's vote for mercy,
apparently,
because one of these stories
is God's preferential option for the poor,
meaning...

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Integrity of Healthy Wealth

You have heard it said
Turn your swords into plowshares.

We, both Left and Right, echo that to add
Turn from planting bombs and bullets and barbs
to planting trees, and shrubs and carbon-infested fibers.

If our problem is too extreme climate change,
Our resolution is to plant...

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A phenomena misinformed is a mispronunciation of a garbled gargled juice. Only released once. Not twice. Nor three times. In fact the catchment period for enticing a cake is relative only to atmospheric pressure conditions. Obviously whirling! Cantankerous hound on a motorbike with no helmet....

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Studying the studying
staring back - heavy shiney black
on the coffin road - I stood in the gods
an imposing carrion crow perched
Johnny Cash of fauna
Studying the studying
piercing dark inquisitive eyes
scanning for a body - to beak hack 

Leaving - his panoramic but dead
observation tree, higher than...

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The Liquid Gold

      In different forms of state it exists
      Ice in polar zones and mountain peaks we see
      Not only fresh and flowing it is in our rivers,
 ...

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Where are the rains over field and meadow,
  on plain and high country for so long quelled?
To dampen cracked earth, to make all things grow
  till the crops are in and the herds have swelled.
Where are the season’s long drought-breaking falls
  when...

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If we were to follow a health model
for optimizing both economic and ecological wealth outcomes,
then investment in public and domestic educational systems
for active ecotherapeutic practice
and developing cooperative, self-regenerative systems,
would become our primary fiscal investment,

While military-surgical remediation
of past overly-competitive pathologies
would become a more secondary retaliatory Win-Lose
defensive...

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Dear Lake, why lob here atop a mountain
    when the lowlands are so superior
    with more catchment area to fountain
    more rain to fill your vast interior.

Alpine aspirations for altitude
    are worthy ambitions...

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-The Trouble with Politics-

We use our own resource
to erect our own catchment
but politicians take the credit....

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CHAPTER 3 The River
 
While they paused to rest a moment 
Han gazed suddenly behind them
To the south a long way distant
Faintly rose a hazy ribbon
 
From the grassland; Han spoke quietly,
"Loved ones, we are being followed"
Then to his close gathered family
Han explained an old...

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Viewing window made as skull hits stone
Domes are forged in shattered bone
Trapped inside this open space 
Shadows obscuring expressionless face
Reflections of the hangman's noose
As arms outstretch to catch the truth 
Scraps of wall show cracked repair 
Heads hanging with weight of despair 
Infinity clasps with...

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Walking through a summer night 
      Swaying back and forth , present street
      A wistful longing crept into my sight .
       
      Shifting my...

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They say opportunity comes with birth
I do believe it's true, 
However, human inspiration is never just for the few
Man makes his own luck, I've heard it said
Spoken with privilege from ones homestead 
Catchment areas are all the rage
Step up from the influence of those in...

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The tongue, the tooth or today,
Or then, the gaze with memories and sweat,
Left of the misery, the haze, or the blurred set,
The thoughts tied to the codes for the day,
The tongue, the tooth or the say today.

The better character to talk of for casuals,
Worth the...

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Across the daily  bridge I stoop,
to gaze upon the world,
always with the option overhead,
two faces of the same mint,
or just as likely liquid mirror,
in the very widest sense,
but such ad hoc aspects wanting,
further clarity as time unfolds,
ripple of the passing current,
flutter from a proud...

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