Best Full Blooded Poems

I gaze at slate-grey cumulus clouds 
fat with the rain that will pour out infinite love 
on our beautiful earth. The earth now waits 
in...

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Ash - grey chemised
she shifts her shape
as silver flakes float coat
stripped naked places, 
sheath curves and angled spaces
Angry glitter tingle stings
thick earth skin with prickly...

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You can feel it spinning
                    ...

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Blessed by God as a full-blooded Filipina
I’m endowed with great cultural heritage of Asia
Distinctively that of the Benguet “Kankana-ey” tribe of the Cordillera
Enriching my country,...

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To see her blog, adorned with pastel tones
Widens the gap that pervades my bones
For now we eat her passing meal of plain white rice
Leaving us...

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Heavy storm was sweeping dark Paris streets
Lit with dim lights that dreary November night 
With ghostly shadows lurking in the corners
Cold wind dancing with dirty...

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Special Action Force, “By Skills and Virtue, We Triumph”....
Hail to you heroes who fought until their last breath!
No fear to face the awaiting door of...

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Our Congress has been overlooking

The wisdom of old Granny Lu-Ching

       She was full blooded Chinese

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Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow supremely natural
not...

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"One of the Boys"
One of those tote carrying 
cardholdin' members 
Levi jeans wearing
tobacco can imprinted 
baseball cap with the
accessorized fishhook in it
An ol' southern boy
who...

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I believe
our current overly competitive economy of commodification,
our environmental critical climate transitional era,
is a blip on the screen of history
and autonomic, intrinsic perma-culture,
a Positive Deviant...

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Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on this melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on backs and shoulders
and faces turned down and...

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DOES CHANGE CHANGE?
For history is wont to repeat itself
Ever reneging, constant turning on the hinges
For the old in nature’s obeisance 
Enter oblivious existence
That the present...

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Long ago in a small village lived two shy and awkward children. A boy and a girl. The girl's name was Amelia. He called her...

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I have dug this one out of the poetry attic; composed when a teen, hence the dated references. Fellow Soupers of my age-group (60 in...

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