Best Issue Forth Poems

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 within but faster than,
above and beyond 
inferior sensual nature?

Why is race,
inhuman embrace-conflicted context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward...

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Groundhog day 2024 or Forty one days since 2023 Winter Solstice

Rather than be a day late
and dollar short, I opted   
to post poem acknowledging
the second of February,
where eponymous groundhog
gets his (most often male)
foretelling whether there will be
six more weeks of winter upon oblate
spheroid...

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Wake! and see the extent to which you’re still enslaved
        enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
        the clubby comfort of secretly oath-taking power cliques
   ...

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I'm not one to look for signs, so quite surprised was I
This morning when I stepped outside, eyes lifted to the sky
This cloud was formed by God's own hand, Peace floods over me
Soon as I had seen the heart, I took to bended knee

O Highest...

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Teaching can feel depressingly predative
to younger minds
preferring to not evaporate while preyed upon.

Mentoring can feel more hopefully symbiotic
with younger,
fresher,
less domesticated minds
preferring to mutually stalk
shared prey of symbiotic and creolizing truths
between generations,
ancient to yet unborn.

Parenting can feel parasitic
to younger minds and bodies
ready to break free
of aging...

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How dare he!!!
He is beholding her beauty....
my most treasured
and precious loved one,
in his eye!
I see his desire for her
oozing forth like volcanic lava!
Go away!...GO AWAY!!!
It is my responsibility to make sure 
that no one.......
NO ONE steals her!
I was designed for this very moment.
It is my...

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Sunday February 2nd, 2025 Groundhog Day

Location: Gobbler's Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania. First held on February 2, 1887 prognosticating how many more weeks of winter weather without a shadow of a doubt. Aforementioned site chosen for Groundhog Day because German immigrants settled there and brought the...

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I sit by the edge of an ocean of sighs
Its vast eternal blue watershed speaks rhymes
Deepening my gaze with poetic eyes
As hope forms it's horizon to redefine
The tragedy I find 

Along the water’s edge the tide underscores
To issue forth the transient waves
Seeking the rhythm of...

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Anomalous poetic contrivance evokes...
googling inept kickstarted lame outré jaunty hokum

(alternately titled:
Random screenshot within me noggin
instantaneously transforming, 
née devolving into gobbledygook.)

I got born with poker faced physiognomy,
no matter yours truly doth not play cards
though self same person impractical joker
shuffles thru life without (think silent owl)
gives no...

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Sammi is a delicate blossom frolicking in gayest blooms,
Analogous to a fragile rose amidst world’s boring dooms; 
Manifold lusters issue forth from her magnanimous heart,
Manifesting the rare glamor fair flowers show only in part,
Imitating with aped arts her truer merits in borrowed spurt!...

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Already noticeably marked
increase in daylight
yours truly courtesy affected
qua heliotropic phenomenon
finds me noggin gently being tugged
upward and westward ho toward sun
after dark mine talking head 
rests downward and eastward.

Soon very indistinct
environmental intimations 
regarding onomatopoeic
ubiquitous murmurings,
whereby old man winter
ever so faintly
relinquishes, loosens, forsakes...
Judas Priest iron maiden grip
upon...

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We are wisps in this cosmos,
The flimsy bubbles,
The clumsy issues'
In this decay, this cosmic swamp.
We are the degassing 
Of a dying celestial being's bowels,
The place where is-life churns and seethes,
The place where was-life nourishes the breeds,
The place from which is-life hangs by a volatile thread,
A...

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She awoke with such urgency that eyes popped open;
Her meager frame had hushed in the stillness.
Her vast eyes fixed on something only her imagination,
Her inspiration and curiosity could truly believe.

The magic of it unmasked giant flecks of glitter
Being thrown in the sky with bursting gold...

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Far Away Moments

Face up. Flat and still.
Crisp black and white images
revive my memories, grayed somehow.
Living.   Smiles.     Tears.    
Souls captured.  Time cheated.
Hearts held in my hand.
Darkened room.
Hypnotic shadows flicker against a white wall.
Only images remaining of...

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