Best Lefts Poems

Ankle wrapped, lipstick gleams
Music is heard in the backbeats of faint rhythms
This is just me, and myself

There are people           there             Lollypop prima donnas
Modern...

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I awoke as a spider
With eight legs planted
Steady I stood there
Level not slanted

Which is not bad
With nothing to prove
Until I was bored
And needed to move

Eight legs after all
Were more than I knew
How do deal with
And I hadn’t a clue

I moved the front left
Then shifted two...

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No more tears, no more fears.
No more dieing, no more crying.
No more trying, no more failing.
No more dealing with or feeling,
No more pain!


                  No more striving, no more...

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Really cool engine with velocity voluptuousity
Antique like me, bronze teeth, with grill reflections
Car goes round and round doing eternal lefts
Egos and racers can't go right I guess

Call it strange when you drink and drive in circles
An old jalopy goes too slow when cops approach
Remember not...

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Car Trouble

The car started slow to go as cars go
Silent on the ride it motioned down the road  
Leaves could be counted on the trees as I passed by
I counted every one just for fun
The pace picked up and time stood still
There was nothing...

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We need to talk.

Is this one of those times
where you need to talk
and I must pretend to listen
while you rant?

Well, yes,
if you could extend this favor.

Your topic?

Social Darwinism.

Isn't that the birthplace of unfettered Capitalism
and Fascism
and Totalitarianism
and anthropocentrism,
and plutocratic ecopolitics,
where greed to breed
and bleed-out others
is doing...

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We learn our right from wrongs,
and maybe right from lefts,
as we go along.

Issues come up within developmental windows,
like stealing
emerges from touching your older brother's stuff
and beginning to more wisely discern
what's mine from what's yours,
because when we are born,
we are born into everything is divinely
diametrically nutritious...

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I do not know how and I do not know why - why you did this to me
You left without a word-you left me in wonders, wondering why 
You left beautiful memories- yet should I regret meeting you
You left, yet you said our love is...

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Switzerland,
part of my own historic root system,
has a Bill of Rights for vegetation,
protecting rights of intrinsic dignity
with concomitant human respect for their healthy and aesthetic purposes.
It is not OK to merely throw away 
without regard for future seedling’s rights of vital procreation
for holistically co-invested species.

More...

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When Suns are young and we are born
Not needing shoes to kick the womb
A maze of mirrors, gates to the unknown
Erects us tall blinding hearts with hopes...

And we pretend we know the way
Although  there are so many lefts
The rights are few, we change our...

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Mr. Washington I want to know
what would you have to say?
as you gaze upon this land
if you were still alive today
what would be your thoughts
on a nation that lost its way
would you stand and fight?
like on that long ago day?

Mr. Washington would you stand by...

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In which ways were you and I born equal?
Equal rights to live,
to breathe,
to sustain our bodies,
our healthier relationships
with sufficient nutrients
of taste and sound and sight
smell and feeling and insight,
to express our truth with integrity,
with cooperative purpose and full-disclosure intent.

Yet, in all these senses of equal...

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Hi!
I'm Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
"Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time."

First, I want you to know
I've been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So, why the "wasted" journals?

Mother Time:
Our issues of apparent matriarchal waste
in...

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The Republican congressmen,
and I do mean white privileged straight men,
came to their Democratic opposition
concerned about how depressing
December can be,
and all of winter,
come to think and feel
of dark discerning Advent,

So maybe we could stage
a comedic debate
about Trumpism,

To say the most extravagant truths
and untruths
and anti-truths
repeatedly aimed across...

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Insomniac attack is back or Animalistical (I'm not even sure that is a real word but F.I.(that is an anachronism that means fudge it( unless you’re an adult then you know which word fudge is replacing(or a poor kid raised in the wrong environment in...

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