Best Co Op Poems

Yang: What is the difference between a theist and an atheist?

Yin: A bicamerally balancing eco-teleologist.

Yang: Well, so what's that; an eco-teleologist?

Yin: You, if you believe...

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Make Do and Mend,

Years ago we had jobs
We had fun and money in our pocket
Things were much better then
Once you could go out the door
And...

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Angry FireGod sneers sarcasm,
"Not warm enough yet?"
"Still too much clean water and air
and other healthy stuff,
like sun-baked red chili peppers?"

Excuse me,
I was under the impression
that...

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Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

Investing is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll...

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My granny rode a bicycle 
Till she was eighty four
We had to take it off of her
We couldn’t take no more
For every day she lost...

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Elder Darwin swims in ethology.
He rolls in his deep grave ecology.
He itches and scratches his dissonance
that survival of most fitted and dense
implies manifest destiny for...

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Yesterday, my professor, with a kind disposition,
Told me that my inability to get the work done, was sometimes not depression at all, but
rather
a lazy refusal...

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In one sense,
the Cafe CoOp
started as my therapeutic retirement dream.

But,
in quite another
the CoOp goes back to when I was eight,
and I thought,
assumed really,
everyone indulged in...

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Kindheartedness

Ellen had a lot of experience in washing nappies, six bairns in less than eight years. William 
Chapman had a lot to answer for. Everyone...

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They said I should act my age 
the committee of higher ups and wanna be’s
all  perfect citizens  in good  standing of the...

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Teach a Man to Fish

Vancouver drug users have them a find
A vending machine that dispenses their kind
For twenty-five cents they can get them a pipe
For...

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To emerge as my mother's son
but heatedly defined by not my father's wanted one,
or child of either gender
much less elements of both
male and female
humane with...

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On the anvil that’s the dorp
The noon-day sun beats down.
So between twelve and two
Life in the place is suspended.
Doors to the stores are ‘toe’
And in...

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Wordsmithing and living
are like communicating and loving
through a camera lens
when you could just lay down your language-camera,
to step into face-to-face space,
rather than stepping aside from...

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pig >This poem was written on 4 July 2016 in a new notebook.  I purchased from a charity shop.  It’s bright pink in...

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