Best Navels Poems

People have learned it is okay to be themselves
They no longer have to follow their parents or any dogma
They can make up their own religion, and no one cares.
People watch television twenty-four hours a day now. 

Children can be disrespectful to their parents,
And it is...

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(APROPOS OF THE MANY OF US: THE GREEN VILLAGE)


    PROLOGUE:

    Some don’t quite get it…
    Life will reveal it to you:
    Mothers are of God.

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The clothes that I'll describe, my age I'll surely reveal.
Recalling clothes worn to school back then now seems surreal!
Not to sport the latest fad, you weren't one of the 'ins'.
Your were a social outcast committing beau monde sins!

The gals wore saddle shoes and fancy poodle...

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Midnight plus fifteen, the streets come alive,
Spilling tattooed mobs, teeming motion-blurred
From the bars, karate and kung-fu moves in car parks
And upon telephone kiosk phone books.

Kebabs stinking of extra onion, chilli and garlic sauce,
Soaking up beer and chasers, churning innards;
Chinese takeaway cartons slung in gutters,
Spraying noodles...

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The young generation shouts
“we don’t have a navel because we are descended from above.”

We have no way to measure their eccentric conduct 
with an ordinary scale, they drink water from a toilet bowl, 
they step on a wall to urinate face down and nibble their...

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horrible tasting gum, lindsey lohan’s

wretched lipstick choice, jack-o-lanterns,

fat tabby cats (with stripes), monarch

butterflies, chester cheetah (with spots),

nicki minaj sporting her orange weave,

johnny rotten seemingly having washed

his head in orange sewage, orange

creamsickle, sweet potato fries, guitar

amplifier company, a basketball,

pumpkin spice votive candles, the

color of a “high”...

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"Bits and Pieces III"      Posted 1 Aug 2021
Pun Ishment
	bread is like the sun      it rises in the yeast and it sets in the waist

English Class
	epitome of irony     when someone writes, "your...

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BEYOND FAITH
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What if we were song,
sacred litany?

What if,
What if we were dance,
gracefilled choreography?

What if we were energy,
therapeutic information?
Naked trees
joining navels
from native mother to nurture mother
down through speciating generations
up for regeneration.

What if?
What if we became tireless time,
reorganizing space?
Irreplaceable climates
within humid organic history.

I am not your place
and sadly...

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all behind me now
a memory of blue sky 
a nebulous cloud haloing
darkness before me
mystery awaits the plunge
I peer sightless into dark

roots tendril to me
a grasping sight, intriguing 
my golden curls dangle downward
imbalance betrays 
I teeter on the abyss 
enraptured, sound echoing 

back lit baby fall
seek...

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pot bellied boasting navels
shiny round ball bearing stomachs
haloing out of diesel grime
over alls and silver buttoned railway
insignias

these long waxed pig curled mustache workmen
rotated their lives between shifts of day and night
with metal lunch boxes and coffee tin flasks
strolling main road home or to that gleaming...

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The flower children were in full swing, selling love, less woe.
I was not old enough for Woodstock, but wanted to go.
Hip hugger bell bottoms with navels peeking were the rage.
Boys were sent to Viet Nam, with high hopes, a surprising page.

We thought they would be...

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Used to be we'd pay to see freaks on the carnival way.
Now, for free at the mall we can see some most every day!
Kids (and adults) with tattoos, purple hair, nose and eyebrow rings,
Navel rings, tongue studs and other self-mutilating things!

Now, of course, we didn't...

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Glory be to God,
Moms are the laborers of God:
Praising God for Moms:-

Without their labor,
We would not be in this world:
All praises to Moms:-

Praise God for navels,
Keeping Moms with us always:
Happy Mother’s Day!

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WAITING IN LIMBO

Sitting on the muddy banks
Of faded realities,
Lingering in the spaces of time,
Lost souls struggle:
Seeking another Dreamer.

Powering pawn brokers,
Tighten their mogering grasp
Beyond the setting sun; 
Leaving frailed victories festering
And waning in winds of change:-

White opiates coagulate,
Flowing black dreams
Of mesmerized minds;
Oblivious to fading freedoms
Chained and...

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