Best Marketed Poems

I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware
Hunted, fished, and created shelter
For their families
Where their children ran freely
While red-tailed foxes sneaked softly
Through the...

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Last evening I noticed another disconcerting Trump headline.
This felt and smelled more like a deadline
for disintegration
than a lifeline,
a bootstrap, if you will,
toward integrity of health and regenerative safety,
which I thought was front and center
in our US Constitution
which I remember him swearing to protect
right before he...

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The zebra:
An optical illusion
That tricks your sight,
Not colour, not HD ready,
But just in black and white.

An African sales success,
Of great pride it’s the source,
Cleverly marketed as …
A bar-coded horse....

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My thought for this day,
although still early,
is respect for hope.

Respect for our interdependence
and respect for our challenging differences,
important, yet hopefully not as powerful
as our interdependent love for healthy life.

Yesterday
I noticed a brown cardboard box
in the corner of a reception area
for our Infectious Disease Clinic
with a...

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IN DUE RESPECT (MY DUE RECOGNITION)

I am not that to my poetry.
We are.
But the thing is, we are not.
You are with me in spirit when I write.
I know this well because we speak into my mental environment.

When I publish my compiled poems in a poetry...

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Drugs and guns, the king pin of cyber history, 
online behavior and devious work may be a mystery.  
Moral decay, and anonymous mask, freedom of expression, 
you can say it online and type it on any direction.  

Cyber cafes, espionage and digital power,...

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To receive care
that best meets your needs,
and also,
by the way,
everyone else's too,
we look first
to where and when we have given such care
since our original longest reborn journey
down Mom's birth canal,
prepared just in time for our delivery,
as traumatic as that must have been,
life's first lesson in...

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Is there a doctor in the house?
A cryptic message from the uniting nations,
looking for yet another credentialed ecotherapist
to surgically remove all our economic and political issues.

Those remaining after overdosing on pharmaceuticals
as media marketed 
through normal incorporated competitions
for egocentric profit
channels and parties and outlets
fed by oil-fired...

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Where artificial intelligence meets
 Kinesthetic tracking
 Cognitive science traverses
 With a new Second Life Enterprise
 A bold horizon
 Of man-machine-imagination
 Engineering virtual platforms
 Connected body life hyperspace
 Dreaming on cyber integration
 
Envisioning an astral sphere
 Of consciousness free from the body
 Circling planetary interdimensions
 A...

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You hear voices in the bar room, making merry, making a toast
They have offices and homes, but here is where they laugh most
Men from all walks of life, united under the banner of strong drinks
Here you can be yourself without caring what the world thinks

When...

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I think it might be John Rawls
who writes about
thick and thin justice sandwiches.

Thick justice
may be more deeply embedded, richly spread
in regenerative pursuing time,
producing and serving healthy wealth relationships,
often digestively motivated
to achieve nutritional communion goals,

While thinner justice
lies closer to today's contemporary bread
of legalistic compliance issues,
what minimally...

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People glower; horns get louder - 
I wonder why a drive so dour
was ever termed rush hour.
.
Dollars followed by point 99 
Are dollars with one more assigned.
Retailers think shoppers math blind.

Business phones in America evolved
With English as option, not default,
Like a blond joke saw phones...

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Somewhere between increasing size of the uniform
Maturity kicked in, and I grew up, mom
Molded to be different than the peers I grew among
If I were to, meet my child avatar, how I would be viewing him?
Changing every new annum, always was a unique kid
Sketching maps...

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It is love, not loss, we expect,
we long for and belong with,
we seek within
a cooperative economic network
rather than a competitive gain-over-loss
capital-rooted value system.

Love evolves more resonantly
and robustly
than fear
and hatred
and apathy
and dispassion,
yet we have planted our economy in competition,
in Win v. Lose survivalist presumptions,
where losing wants...

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Memory, oh sweet memory, 
Lost in dizziness, but found.
Excite my brain to joyfulness.
Pain is sometimes lethal.

Memory loss is just one warning sign of this war.
Add to that: headaches, depression, oh, the mental pain.
Numbness, insomnia, heart palpations, and more, begin slowly.
From whence comes your sweet deception?
My...

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