Best Conveyer Poems

Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt, where at the end time drops
into the slipstream and becomes the mobius .

Growing older is wanting to be older when
you...

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Noticing his neighbor’s young child
has laid a ladder against a tree,
determined to rescue a pet kitty stuck up there,
a middle-aged man crosses the street
and offers to help.
He STEPS UP the ladder
and retrieves the cat for his neighbor’s son.

A young woman 
stands behind a harried mother
who...

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I thought it'd be a blessing 
to reminisce
knowing I, the conveyer
A-I took over
as I spoke what ought
A-I did naught
it typed out its choice
none was my voice
as I watched the monitor
do its my detour
of every word that I had said
went in the water--dead
every thought of blessing...

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<          once there was a redhead gal name lucy
            now skit comes to mind is real juicy
        ...

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Step off the conveyer belt that
transport you to your daily limits.
Your constant gaze on that
controlling time clock, tick-tock, tick-tock!
It’s time for social distancing, time to go in,
consort with the self, the inner soul!
Stop all of the noise,
the nonsensical consumerism of
junk, soaps, fakery, mendacity, and lies.

When...

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I close my eyes and the world dissolves into little stars.
Windows and shadows taper off into unknown distances of space in sickly, bruised, yellow-greens and poisonous magenta. 
With whisps like ghosts that arrive in clouds and vibrate in the center of this not vision. 
When...

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Animal Chain Atrocities

No longer a bucolic photo op
bedecking a cover of Life magazine

Free grazing
pastoral images
now but bewildered enslavement

Animal commodities
factory farms and feedlots
CAFO habitats raising
sixty billion a year for dinner tables

Chickens

Hi-Tech slaughter
football fields long
alethic poor
four walled ovens of another kind
debeaked and toe-chopped fowl
jammed in cages
made to...

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Prisoner of the Matrix loaded
Prisoner of the matrix loaded

Cattle within the herd
cages within the slaughter
Profiteers prey upon the wounded
Branded comodified beings consumed
In consumption
Led to the plunder of themselves
Within the plotted grids of bondaged earth

Still between the ranting cheers
On the verge of winters coming
Man made structures...

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I was always late 
For you
And I never rushed,
never thinking I had
to
Time stalked me like
a wasp
I floated  through
life as if on a
cloud
Thin air masking my
mistakes
I was as elusive as
life gets
Time meant nothing
And I'm sorry for
this
I'm so sorry for
this

I met you on a
corner
Bitter weather
battering your
cheeks
Blue...

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The Water Bottle

It was a Tuesday evening
The date was the third
The foreman was late
The plastic was slurred
Then fizz pop bang
The mold gave way
And out I sprang
I was born today
At 16.9 fl. oz.
I was pretty good size
I was placed on a conveyer
With the rest of the...

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Beautiful,  tall clouds hidden behind lower lying drizzle-makers;
Grand, expansive spires of nature's great conveyer;
hidden behind a mist of weary half-carriers. 
Great pillars of the sky looking down;
the view lost, thwarted by aborted weather-child.
These majestic lakes of the sky;
hidden by the puddles from earth bound...

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Fish for lunch

For breakfast, I opened a tin of sardines in oil
I don’t care for any fish, but it was all I had in the larder
My mother used to work at a canning factory
putting sardines in a tin, she and other women sat 
by a...

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I’m an industrial athlete,
A miracle of logistic efficiency.
I climb the corporate ladder
Over a hundred times a day,
And all I ever see are boxes.
I have no idea what’s inside.
That’s above my pay grade.
My only concerns are
Hand trucks, forklifts, conveyer belts,
And boxes, boxes, boxes.
Every day is Boxing...

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Group Gestalt 
Group Gestalt 
 
 
Individuals in groups not relating to the whole group 
(Humanity) {wait that seems a bit too much let us break this down to a 
subhuman group [the lieberry patrons]} start to say out loud things that mean very 
little...

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How's your old conveyer belt
Are you keeping slim with a little help
Your resistance
Is strong I sense
As long as you don't start to belch...

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