Best Marginally Poems

I think there is a new vibration, I can feel it right here on my stoop.
Can you smell it in the wind, I’m thinking it might be some poop.
It could be a sudden division, of a burrito that stuck in my bowels.
I’m feeling a little...

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You may wonder why I went after Eve.
Let’s face it: That was a big mistake.
At nun-time, attuned to the earth,
paradise on earth was mine…still I wanted more. 
So, I pulled myself up, joined with Re, and got heaven, too.

That should have done it: got creative,...

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11/29/2015


Idioma

There is a man with a gun.
His finger taut,
tensed and still,
the intention obvious,
no reason instilled.

Because guns kill people.
Or do people kill people?
I can never remember.
Let's take a look at entropy.
A molecule hits a molecule
hits a molecule and
BOOM - a bomb.
Thousands dead.
More on the way.
But of...

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the serene people whose ease of manner
once made him yearn and confabulate
are laughable cartoonish and piteous now
could have been much worse he said
as his last breath left his scarred throat
feral hand closing his own eyes
St. Pudenda greeted him at the tall gates
under the lights at...

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How mysteriously mythical
And mystical you look
Magnificently minute 
Maritime majestic migrants
More than marginally manic
Mesmerizing meanderers
Masterpieces
Peacefully going about
Your business
Magical make-believe
Monarchs of the sea
Upright and elegant
In your mannerly march

Moonstruck prone to 
Misfortunes and misadventures
Oft mostly monologuing 
In monotonous monotony
Mediocrely misconstruing
Mischievous mongrels
And misconceiving misplayed    
Merciless minutiae
But...

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It's much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.

Either way,
I grow too small
non-existent
non-essential
undervalued domesticity with insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth's glamorous backside;

Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of nonverbal language
and full-octaned relationship toward outside 
somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing symbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more...

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~Collaboration with Silent One~


Laura Loo's Poem: PART I- A child thinking about running away

Neglected…unprotected…
frayed from the inside
impaired…nobody cared…

I have no mother to nourish my unhealthy soul. My father
loved the bottle and the bruises combined with my mental 
wounds brought forth contused abrasions.
Free me, please, free...

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Alt music serenades an aromatic algebra;
delicious, bitter, subtle notes served black.
We dance the math - I swipe, she smiles,
equations we don't know we've become. 

She measures quanta 
in these mathematical grounds, a coffee shop 
where perfect rationality is axiomatic 
and we've all come to get...

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“From now on, I’ll be good, Mom,” my son said.
This came after not too few tears for him I'd shed.
It used to be once he got out of bed,
my boy would get in trouble! He was led
by some strange drumbreat pounding in his head!
While other...

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The Gospels share a negative understory,
thematic across all four.

However diverse these four voices may be
in describing and delineating Messianic love,
and political-economic priorities for poor spirits,
all four are univocal with anecdotal warnings:
If you are on the supremely powerful hoarding side
referring to those less fortunate than your...

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There is an old and wise saying,
Take only what you need
and use everything you take.

We often consider the first part,
or at least make occasional stabs at simplicity,
but the last part is less frequently said
or thought about
as essential to healthy vulnerability.

If we don't use everything we...

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Organic
zero-waste stream 
permaculturally designed
and cooperatively owned
farms
are no more or less Democratic-Boutique ecopolitics

Than AgriBusiness
extractive anti-ecological 
rather than restorative-ecosystemic therapy,
competitively owned
and Business as Usual capitalist-colonizing designed
multinational conglomerates of anthro-hubris greed,
are no more or less Totalitarian Universal Supremacist ecopolitics.

I heard a young woman farmer
raising grass-fed cattle
on her small...

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Meetings part one....A moon is neither a plant nor a weapon so never sit in a washing basket at ninety eight degrees. And a tick tocking plant is available for hop scotch games. Timed over frontiers and available to view in a slip stream. Hang...

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It’s a broken world
we need imperfect solutions
and there are plenty of questions

is it even possible to correct systemic
problems with individual solutions?

I recycle, so everything’s ok, ya?

some would usher in a revolution
while others would stand pat, thinking
they can marginally beat the house

the young believe the old...

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Gay Rights are not Civil Rights
grabs my Yahoo facetime
fast-paced news rhyme

Civil Rights are not just Gay Rights
on my administrative time
bounces back a Left WhiteHouse reprise
that Civil Rights
include Gay Rights
as a necessary subset,
but not multiculturally sufficient resonance
to cooperative network define
a green rainbow co-passionate refinement

Sacredly inspired divine,
panentheistic...

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