Best Proxy(A) Poems

there, among those Ruby Spires
          stood I, a-gazing toward the mist
     ...

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In the late 1970s, I was going home on a Friday evening,
and needed a little more fuel in my truck, 
enough to get back to...

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King Vlad Redux – Second Cold War

Vladimir Vladimirovich Putin’s grimy fingerprints on current history
are for him nothing to gloat about—au contraire I say emphatically:
His actions...

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~Without~

He loves me`
He loves me without'

Sometime has passed, 
I'm still without.
A wish~
I forgot to make that night.
Heaven and earth, I cast behind my eyes. 
A...

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Tears
(for A, I shed)

When I herd these tribes and fashion cities
With my words, you are what's missing.
        ...

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Let the final countdown begin
Proxy war in Afghanistan
Saudi Arabia vs. Iran 
India vs Pakistan
Sunni vs Shia
The 38th divide of Korea 
China taking over the sea...

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Exclusive Birth Rights

I am German and guilty as charged by history and evil parental culpability
privileged by life and proxy thus I refuse to forget ancestral...

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There once was a fine buxom lass
who wrote poetry with real class
and though she was sly
real foxxy and why
that fair buxom lass was a gas!

Yes...

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NO ONE REALLY CARES

Part 1

No one really CARES so our minds are in arrears, 
We don't care because we live in fear, 
So we stop...

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I had a troubling dream one night, sweet Lady Liberty, shining bright

   Standing proud in quiet grace, yet tears were streaming down her...

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They decry their gun birthright 
is to defend their home,
protect what they own
A government tank might come rolling
down the road one day
New Roman centurions coming...

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Difficult it becomes, the secret of
the judgement and metamorphosis of
the painted cotton into a stained truth.

To save the present tense. A dangerous
crowd of vowels to...

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The world is spinning
and you refuse to fall off.

Yesterday,
you stabbed a crooked finger
into my hidden diary
criticized my Fascist inflections -
debated my scribblings
on Marxism,
noted the notations
indicating...

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Why Poets Write


Why do poets write?,
Why does the moon shine at night?.
Why does water fall with such grace?,
Why is a rainbow such a beautiful sight?

So,...

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Things begin turning around and very 
slowly they take a nasty foreboding twist
as Hell's Dragon has not breathed yet 
a deep burning fire melting red...

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