Best Doormats Poems

To those who harrass; the yobos we call bullies
I'd gladly string you up by the seat of your woolies
Then from a barn rafter
You would hear my laughter
While swinging overhead from ropes and pulleys

I'd stuff each of your big mouths with a dirty sock
It's such a...

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Here's my thing.
I wonder if Yin-UnDead,
river of Time's ebbing wave
predicts Yang-Love Health Abundant PowerWith.

No, really,
I think about that,
and I wonder if EcoReligious Universal Messiahs
could also become Bodhisattva Integral-Unitarian Occupiers,
Zero-sacred self-invested/Othering-divested PlaceHolders,
bilaterally stretching thresholds toward health-balanced 
resonant time windows 
of co-investing light emergence
dark submergence,
with dualdark anger/fear...

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BORN IN A GHETTO

Powerless and choiceless birth and place
It is the place where dreams are turned into fantasy
The elite and elect build walls to cage us in caves of poverty
This place where Politian’s use us as the door doormats
We are all nothing in the ghetto,...

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'BRRRING BRRRING' said the telephone

“Oh hello” said the wide viewfinder to the telephone. “How are you today?” The telephone fell silent. Very silent. It had no battery with which to call, speak, shout or do anything that much really. Batteries could be bought. But bum...

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Once,
or twice, 
maybe thrice,
surely not
not fractal

A clan of crazy ecofeminists
conspired within an 88 unit residential castle
in their historically converted 
sometimes hysterically clueless condo
colonial-red predative brick 
badly bald aging building

With a sometimes soggy south walled school,
but not a more absorbent friendly pool

With a toxic Brownfield
to the...

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Inspiration comes disguised in a variety of ways.  News stories. Flash floods. A crying child in a grocery store.  A person sitting along the highway holding a ‘will work for food’ sign.  Sometimes it hits you squarely in your heart, and you...

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I am a "Woman", 

A - "Woman" who is all real. 

and when I say (real), I mean in every way. 

I have laugh lines, crow’s feet, stretch marks. 

I have grey hair, dark circles, baby scars... 

I have the...  I know, do not...

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What is it about us and our kind
Quietly sitting there
Not calling out the bullies
The liars the cheats the fake
Taking it passively from that
Whole class of degenerates

We’re just interested in being happy
In our little world of art and whimsy
We don’t have it in us to push...

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You never loved an apple tree,
As much as I hate a flea;
They leap, they spring without wings,
And march to tunes that mother sings.

They hide in rugs and in stuffed chairs,
And pay no heed to anxious stares;
They infest dogs and prey on cats,
And hide in woven...

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COMBAT

Look at the placemat, land sat
Begat of that play nothing prevails
I place my hat on a hook
Threw it didn't take a first look
Muskrat  Nebat fell on the bell
Trip and fell down the wishing well
On that,pack rat  Larrirette he can hardy find his belt
My,...

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The cats
were so used to
looking up. They
hunched on their bellies
.
like hairy doormats 
and their eyes turned
like those of animated
bedrom slippers.
.
So high I stood,
all of my 5 foot 3.
Feeling the pain
of back cramps, I
.
bend to feed them,
wild animals
somehow brought servile
into my tenderness....

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Welcome to the Marvelous Store
There are many things for you to explore

Soft and hard doormats
Fierce dogs and shy cats
Bright lights
Flying kites
Country Flags
Big Bags
Ticking clocks
Secure locks
old and young toys
clothes for girls and boys
orange carrot
loud parrot
technology galore
you will want even more

Welcome to the Marvelous Store
Now what exactly...

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We got confused
They could hurt our feelings
But we were not supposed to hurt theirs

They could do evil things to us
And we were supposed to turn our cheek
Allow them to increase their target

We were supposed to be doormats
And allow them to wipe their steel toed boots...

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In my domain I am the child again
lost in labyrinth of stairways
unable to find my home.

A swarm of bees descends
gives anaphylactic shock
I am dead in my arms.

You carry a dead gorilla
on the makeshift scaffold,
somewhere a female was beating her chest.

Blood on the face of moon
my...

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Here at the back-end of March
here at the epi-center of normal
daffodils death-dance in the snow and sleet,
squirrels return to dray's
seeking shelter from the unpredictable,
this helter-skelter weather.
Tomorrow we may simmer
in winter warmers
the sun flirt with rays of Spring fire,
but not until sheep and lions
give birth to...

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