Best Middlemen Poems

Perambulating in Jail

‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per se is required once you follow the crowd

‘No eccentricity get into that box until no box is required’
So-called traitors poets intellectuals struggle with blame
are...

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( after Sachida's after the war)

There will be war, in fact, there have always been wars,
and will continue.
Wars satisfy us.
Our nasty muscles move in festive workouts,
when there is war; in hearts, minds and on tongues.
We suffer from cerebral indigestion, when deprived of
wars.
The other day, the...

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I was skeptically listening 
to a retiring social researcher,
and problem-solving imaginer,
from the American Enterprise Institute;

An Institute
I usually find more destitute
of bicameral consciousness than not,
and thereby with less healthy resonant imagination
than more pathological dissonance.

But, I found myself agreeing with him.
He is retiring,
in part,
because he is tired...

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I think of you now and again
Out half a world away
On the other side of the globe
Here it’s midnight and for you midday
Somewhere on a Himalayan mountain

How can I possibly relate to your reality
Far from anything resembling a city
With no infrastructure of any kind
No cars...

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I’m a unique specimen, 
made of mescaline and ketamine. 
And the last living resident,
of an intergalactic settlement.
Burnt to the ground,
by time travelling middlemen.
I came with the cannon, 
aiming only to try and bury them.
And when I aim for their president,
I will not miss my friend....

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We were in love
And we knew it
It was not lust
But we blew it

Assumptions were made
Middlemen consulted
That was the fall
Of love unconstructed

Love not nurtured
Is love denied
How dare you be timid
Of love divine

Have you found love
Hold on to her
Be not overly courteous
Fight you must for her

We are...

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Heteronormativity in Jail

‘Hey you in the middle march on in median mediocrity’
                        No subversive elements needed no lateral thinking and
no thinking per...

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As grey cloud haunt the sky
the gray clouds inside my head taunt me
I've never been good at sealing the deal with a hook
I belong in the same well as middlemen
For I'm only great in the middle
never at the ends
Make it into a joke if you...

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Blades blow left then over again
 turning, spinning in the breezy wind
 a little to the demo of autocratic powered right
 only static glitches in the republic cutting of the middlemen;
spin and twirl catch that breeze and gusto of wind
 hot air spewing normalcy, progressive...

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Under the azure sky
And,in the green fields
The beauty of farmer's life high.

His home with tin roof house high
And earthern floor bare
With mud walls everywhere.

It is a part of nature's grace
Nestled in a beautiful place
Where tranquility finds bare.

But in the tranquil scene
Waiting for the monsoon keen
His...

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Most of us could care less about another person's color
we're to busy with everyday things,
like working hard-trying to make a living
providing for family
setting positive examples
raising children to be a better version of ourselves.
            ...

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Tale of two Cracks 
__________________

Farmers Heel crack
S C R E A Ms
Bountiful harvest 
is no time to rest  
From Farm to Market
Middlemen exploit 
Money lenders squeeze 
Scheme benefit vanishes 
Bumper crops 
finally yield cropped price 

Farmers lugged 
on soil to survive
But best efforts 
and...

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weak seek middlemen
church, temple, mosques
offering solace to the fearful
who pray and offer penance 
lapped up by hungry ghosts
leading to entity attachment 
reinforcing imaginary shame
thus holding us in bondage
in a prison of our making

09-January-2023...

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Gilgamesh O’Malley left his home in Fermanagh
With dreams of steaming plates of Irish stew.
He ate his last potato last time Sheamus paid the rent.
Since then, there’s not been very much to chew.

The lords of the Ascendancy express paternal care
By flaunting all their privileges of wealth,...

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