Best Lockstep Poems

From somewhere far beneath,
My father's face is rising to replace my own.
Each year the brightly silvered surface of my mirror
Reveals some other common feature
Pushing its way to the fore.

The silver of the years finds its way
Into the hair retreating at the same rate;
Years marching forward...

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A child hears a song on the radio
and the music sets his mind aglow...
at his age he’s too young to know
he’s being sucked in the black, black hole
of foul, filthy, phallic rap and roll.

Tuned to the beat that fills his ears
he merges with the sounds...

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Seamless Breath
                by Odin Roark

At sunrise,
Man-child of his heart,
Reaches past the years,
Washes little sleep down the drain,
Accepts the body once tight,
Combs the few strands still allegiant,
And uniforms the spirit
For today’s...

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Miasma  Ripening
                by Odin Roark

The chaff of greed
Feeds the consumer-compost,
While urban disquietude
Marches in lockstep.

Decomposition rages…

Choked roads of sunbaked gridlock,
Spider web into house upon house,
Creating cubic-waste upon cubic-waste,
Richer,
Poorer,
Fancier,
Shittier.

Drive by Reality…

Poor...

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What Trump Wants:  according to John Kelly- Retired Four-star General Trump’s former Chief of staff

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Lying in their coffins
Ready to receive their orders
Then relay to their minions
Enemies to receive no quarter
Bringing hordes into lockstep
In the glow of gothic night
Where dreams and nightmares
Are presented in plain sight

Then the bell tolls
They begin to open their eyes
The hour is fast approaching
The power to...

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polydactyl fractals
and digital manipulation
like "fat fingers"
pushing "astroturf" clods
and "usefull idiots" onto the street
into the traffic
goose stepping in lockstep
against what they're for
    unaware
their prophets decrying profits
(historically elite)
the politburo oligarchy
with power
from the barrel of a gun
and needing Adam Smith
  to eat
but oh well
what's...

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I have some important questions
About the quality of what we “believe”
Are our concepts of who we are
Rooted in our lack of questioning?

The awesome fear of ridicule
The blistering pressure to conform
The inevitable path of least resistance
And the comfort that it affords

Suppose we had always been told
That...

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he inhales and becomes one with the moon
carries a spoon in his heart
to gather kindness and compassion

love is only complete with his other half
dancing like children
sharing reason and emotions
holding up when one of them falls

lightness sheds the weight from his shoulders
as he leans on his...

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Just picture this:
Our solar system with it’s Sun and its planets
The delicate dance around that the planets do
Now imagine an incredibly massive hair net
That holds all together like celestial super glue

Now try to conceive of the vast distances/space
between even the closest...or the most far
and how...

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Colures transposed orbits closed whence derive the rains of rose?
Across million mileage magic and magnitude are striding
O'er holistic horizon svelteness and smoothness are sliding
Meridian framed parallax tamed whither swash the rains of rose?
Spray by spray, knuckle down to my mood pensive
From ethereal to real, from...

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Call me a pacifist activist deploring insanity of war,
never a Fitbit moon-unit soldier of military industrial
complex, this articulate baby boomer verily stupefied,
openmouthed, dumbfounded at inane ill logic to send
best and brightest, or even those boasting commend

able faculties of body, mind, and spirit (tracing a long
jagged...

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                This is How
(the Dastardly Deed Went Down)



Brown shirts, black boots
Shaved conscience, paramilitary spooks

Marching turncoat lockstep to the Bennie Arn band,
following the Herr Leader’s double-agent command

Bearing arms for the Oval...

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My mind was once tranquil lavender...
an equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter
depending upon the issue at hand-
Recently its blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to not think independently.
To follow in lockstep the smoke and the...

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Mental Toughness 
Written: by Tom Wright
6/16/2018

Mental toughness drives tough old birds,
It sums up our lives with just two words.
An optimistic attitude is what we bring,
And motivates us beyond issues that ding;

Our glass is half full each minute of time,
We march lockstep to our own paradigm.
This...

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