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TRUMP: Persistently Steamy Poetry

By: Moji Agha -- June 24, 2016 -- Tucson, Arizona

Last dusk at a small Tucson park,
my 3-year-old dear friend, Rafi,
insisted unhesitatingly on imitating, 
no, actually embodying, a baby dog.

REALLY! As real is Trump's candidacy.  

It was as if he was saying this to Donald Trump:

"HAY! You finally convinced me,
to finally give up on being human."

"If humanity has been reduced to Trumpicity,
I'd rather be civilized in the dog-eat-dog world."

"Do you, the Trumpet of Ultimate Ignorance, 
understand the significance of my giving up 
on humanicity at my adorably tender age?" 
"Do you even give a damn? 
I highly doubt it."

O' and of course we all know
how perfectly our fellow 3-year-old humans 
know the art of insisting;
Much like Donald Trump knows 
how to perfect the art of being an insistent ***.

In the mean time,
I insistently wonder why Rafi
(who insisted on factually being leashed 
and be physically walked,
in part by myself--leash in hand)
manifested so perfectly at yesterday's sunset 
an unbelievably adorable actually barking "doggie" 
that did not poop.

Yupp! You heard it right! 
Rafi-the-cute-doggie
did NOT poop!

So again I wonder insistently,
if his trans-species dog and pony show
(I played the pony, I suppose) 
was meant, 
at its profoundest level of canine contemplation,    
to symbolically show authentic poop-less solidarity
with those evolved dogs
(and ponies)
who don't poop the world;
perhaps to differentiate themselves
from the words that insist on pouring out
of Donald Trump's ***-imitating mouth,
further polluting our wounded Mother Earth.

And no doubt, 
you see, 
Rafi and I have persistently no doubt, 
on these Trumpian days 
of sickening surreality, 
that our Mother Earth must be insistently asking herself 
agonizing existential questions like these:

"O' my God: 
How the hell did I end up giving birth 
to an insistently white, yet 
persistently steamy pile of ****, 
like Donald?
How did this orange-hued artificially hairy tragedy happen? 
Whose fault is it?

And alas: 
How should this grotesque Trumpesque pollution be cleansed,
wherein the narcissistic **** 
and the exhibitionistic ******* 
are of the same socio-psychotic DNA?"

O' my God: 
How on Earth can THIS kind of *** be wiped?

Hoping for some answers 
(before it's too late), 
will our civilizing 3-year-old Rafi,
now a proud poop-less citizen 
of the dog-eat-dog world, 
come back as some kind of a Doggie Super-Hero
to rescue humanity,
making our Mother Earth "GREAT AGAIN?"

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Happy Holidays - A Chain Letter

To this date I have not yet broken
my folowing holiday tradition.
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I hope that this greeting finds you and yours in the very best of spirit and health.
This is the time of year when many will discover their Good, their Spiritual Wealth.
For many others out there this will be a time of despair, 
of hardship and personal grief.
Feelings of depression and loneliness during this most joyous time 
can be very joyless to say the least.
Perhaps you've been one of these people 
or this greeting before you would not be being read by you now.
Along with the Enclo$ed is my simple request:
Continue This Tradition Some How.
Each year at this time search out a family, a family in need of some help.
A family whose Holiday Season will not be so joyously and lovingly felt,
then anonymously send them along with this greeting what ever you then can afford.
It's my hope that you and others will each year send this gift.
Those who receive it will give it forward.
Perhaps one day this practice will pyramid worldwide 
not just once but everyday of the year.
This dog eat dog life most live can be People Helping People.
We can change the world if we all persevere.
People Helping People believe it or not is a concept that many don't know.
A seed has been planted, it's up to you now to nourish and help make it grow.

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A crazed, dazed unexplained side show that freaks. What did we just do? Who knew, the few true, would prove to be me; and you? In shape we fit to form; like the shoe. In step we go toe to toe. As we set sail off the dock we began to row. From here to Tim buck two, the news has been spread. A wire fed buzz, music stuck inside your head. Without reason or cause. Lost in frenzy of locked jaws. The channel is the change. No home out on the range. Supernatural reaction of self satisfaction. It's dog eat dog in this life form contraption. Unable to define the infinite. The string cheese is an incident. Leaving a lasting impression as people come and go. Fair is the weather my friend, I'll see you at the show. It's no holds bar, a fight to the death. If your waiting for the miracle, I wouldn't waste a breath. I creep on stealth; I'm light on my feet. To avoid the contact, with the stranger on streets. A taco truck drives by and the fire engine sounds. I light up a smoke and out come the hounds. The city is the life and this is how we live. Another day another dollar, homeless asking us to give. The sites that we see, as we tour this. We are just visiting this life like a tourist. An excursion; short lived like a fur-low. It's suggested that we go with the flow. We make the most of the little things we appreciate. Make room for the love and weed out the hate. A master of disaster in this episode or chapter. Another piece to the puzzle that ends happily ever after. We flock towards the it crowd. To be a somebody who's proud. Egotistical tendencies close the mind. Open your hearts and who knows what you'll find. As the world turns, our wheels keep spinning. We learn from our mistakes. This is only the beginning. It's not easy to explain; this may last day or even weeks. It's a crazed, dazed, unexplained side show that freaks.

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So Tired

Tired of these theatrical mask wearing roles. Wolves, smiling faces with sharpen teeth 
waiting for ignorant prey. Tired of seeming interested in conversations that are one sided, 
guided by those that deem themselves intellectuals. Tired of life's stand stills that keep 
skipping back to the same spot like a broken record. 

So tired of the dog eat dog, shoot first, do them or get done, got to get mine constitutions of 
the piece of pie in the sky life. Tired of haters, that hate, just to hate, because hating is all 
they know, all the see, all they be. Tired of fakeness, cakeness, knowing that you can't 
make this, unless it's given to you first. 

So tired of this love affair of how your hair looks, what you wear crooks, got my nail 
appointment booked throughout the year. Tired of the relationships that start and give false 
impressions, with fake expressions, then when it deepens, you end up hating your 
companion. So Tired.

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Unhappy dummy

I have no idea how on earth i got here
I am a prisoner in a phantom prison of fear
I wish to escape and live my life a fugitive
But the warden watches me and i can never leave

My heart once whole is in pieces like a pizza
And its so cold as if my chest cavity is a freezer
I always thought as long as the sky remains blue
That there will be someone who will always love me true

But I am here alone, the dead end of all dead ends
Gossiping with ghosts, my only true friends
Standing in confusion at the crossroads of darkness
Shivering from this bitter winter that whirls with madness

I am a puppet with too many string attached
They treat me like an object, neither born nor hatched 
Made to break my back, the inevitable daily bread toil
Earth is a title of deeds, and i own not a speck of soil

The world is still at war, super powers and alliances
Selling you currencies and electronic home appliances
In the name of technology you have to pay your bills
In the name of good health, you have to take your pills

I grew up innocently fast, a wide-eyed young fella
Clumsily surfing the modern tides, era of the bachelor
Television and movies; social media and smart phones
Heartbreaks and divorces; mortgages and quick loans

Made to believe I could be anything I wanted
Only to be made sleepless as my mind is haunted
By unfulfilled dreams and never-ending bankruptcy
Dog eat dog world still, deeper bites and lesser mercy

Every morning am washed ashore, to play again the same role
To drag my feet through mud as I try to reach a landlocked goal
They program me with no progress, no happy day i see
My fruitless efforts entertain them; the powers that be

Am always trying to catch the bus, while age tries to catch me too
Am getting worn out every year, just like my fake-leather shoe
All the struggling and running is in vain, it winds up down one place
The grave is soon to have me, whether i slow or quicken my pace

I will never be happy, life tastes worse than a plain meal with no spices
Am set like a bomb, about to go off in my midlife crisis
Luck is a poor man who in this world was never born
"Life is a gift!", whoever said that is a con

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"Endless Concepts"

WISE WORDS WAIT, while foolish intellect speaks, 

conceits of mind, holier than thou, to no avail. 

Separates poor minority from select's special conceit elite!
 
Thus FED DARK DREAD, causes divisions of unrest,
 
by the dog eat DOG FOG, SPED DREAD.
 
Into our government,  into our churches, into our public schools,
 
into our civil organizations. Complexities of our times,
 
the same o, same o's, SIMPLE___ COMPLEX problem.
 
The SAME SYNDROME SADDUCEE or pharisee of Christ’s day.
 
The WHITE__ BLACK hat syndrome, the democrat, the republican,
 
GOOD! VILLAIN! The male, the female! The man ,
 
the woman! The black man, the white man! The list goes on!
 
As precept morality(Love) versus double minded,
 
double standard, wickedness of mind level concepts,
 
at best, delusions of grandeur. More laws made to govern 

laws. Conceited intellects of love, oblivious to their own true fact, 

within their own Love is the law in and of itself! 

By John Mose Freeman

 For contest: Free for all, do as you please
In Honor of Charles Henderson

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