Best Residences Poems

The middle class here can't be saved
When 0.001% act so depraved
Their wealth without end
These royals* still pretend
Did not come from us—their 
enslaved**


*The Royals: CEOs, Banksters, Revolving Door Regulators, The FED, Congressmen for sale, Lobbyists, Board Members of Big Corporations, Major Shareholders who vote for these...

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The rivers rise, released, unrestrained
Reborn of unrepentant rain
Recalling remnants of rimrock gained
Wrecked residences, drifting rafts, remain

Though dawn's rays reveal ruin and regret
Resolve ran through the returning vets
Of robust wars, whose rigors met
The rate the sliding roadblocks set

The ramparts raised, unrestricted
Remorse, redirected and evicted
Replacing rusty banks,...

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Zone A is a flightless bee turning a corner on a wheel. A glowing wheel. Wow such atomic prowess of stripes. But entering under the ocean and travelling at speed is a submerged undetected mobile monster whose instruction is to annihilate an entire side of...

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Amidst the broken windows  
   The blowing trash on the sidewalks
She walks, cheekbones prominent
   Head held high

Past drunks, huddled against the cold
   Past the shrunken veins of stoned addicts
She walks, leaning into the wind
   Her step...

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I steal everyone’s ideas
It is not like I do not have my own,
But the others are so much more interesting
As they are new
I have always been 
A changeling

I change my residences, my clothes, my jewelry,
My taste in books, my interests, so that I can
Live in...

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Whistle does the lone desert winds, flowing downwards from
Boot hill cemetery, in icy chilling breeze full of echoing voices,
From the past, begging for redemptions last chance of salvation.
Roll does the crimson tumbleweed, towards the ghost town known as
Tombstone, a monuments graveyard to the old west.
In...

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VANISHED

We are the echoing voices crying within the darkness,
Melting mists of vapor co-existing amongst the living,
The ambling drifters shifting between reality and limbo,
The vanished.

Displacement malfunction, the frozen chill in one’s space,
Happening without explanation, the corporal spirit sliding
In the temporal rift as if a doorway has...

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I am fairly new to this Norwick community.
If I recall correctly
we have about forty thousand households here
where the Connecticut River
conjoins the Mohegan and Iroquois Rivers;
originally deep rich virgin eco-forest 
of and for harmonic rhythm and blues.

So when I interviewed the eco-forest Mayor,
I asked him 
Why...

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THE CHENNAI FLOODS - FIRST PART

Firstly the rains came calling cool
It instantly brought hope and happiness
For people relished the Celsius dip down
And hoped for reservoirs to fill to lips

But pretty soon the horrific floods followed
As it rained cats and dogs, days on end 
As monsoon...

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I felt as though I have been stranded in America
for  more than a century
wearing the same old clothes on my  battered back 
wearing  threadbare shoes on my tired feet
singing the same old  miserable tunes
fighting the same old  vicious demons 
going...

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What I have for you today is not so much about re-treading an outdated fuel-based system--
little bit like reshuffling the chairs to fix the decay 
of a segregating Country Club.

No, this is addressed to economic policy re-tirers. 
Keep the tire and the chairs, 
but let's...

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It’s a swill no one interrupts— 
A pill that consumes and corrupts 
Our honor's been jailed
And truth’s will is impaled
As the blood PAC tempest erupts


Author's note: Many of the super-rich (who do not yet have it all) are determined to have more of the pie...

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"Christmas in the Cathedral of the Forest Deep"




The silent heart is found 
embedded in the 
Cathedral of 
The Forest Deep

The lost jewel
shines in the dark
see the reflection of emerald eyes
endless hazel woods scried

On Christmas Eve
when all lost souls walk 
and those content in life
without sin,...

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The grandeur of my life are elusive
Mine ain't melioration; it's oppression
My free life is cramped by chains of servitude
And shout out loud I mustn't 
Because even the power of my tongue is tied
Blank in me is the power to be heard
I'm the subject to the...

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Let me tell you a story...

It has not happened often in our neck of the woods;
I can remember only one time we've had snow on Easter.
The Ohio River had flooded earlier 
that March of 1964 
causing many disruptions in our lives.  
Our town had...

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