Best Subsidized Poems

Our two party system isn’t working
Plastic figures, disaster lurking
Conservative or liberal isn’t the call
It’s the ultra rich against us all
For the people is what it’s not
All candidates have already been bought
Platforms built on promises and lies
Hear the people, ignore their cries
Wave that flag as if...

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In the gaiety of poverty
I’m happy as you please
paying  my rent
with drunken smiles
celebrating my choice
of subsidized afflictions

Its not me you see
clothed in the sun
bleeding thoughts of glory
toiling
amongst the colorful dead

I sweat black earth 
share scars with straw hats
whisper intimacies into 
restless pools of light...

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I'm watching the downfall of the nation I served
Leadership bought by the middle East has me unnerved
Our flag waving in glory still makes this old heart swell
But our chance of survival is that of a snowball in hell
Our pride's been replaced by government subsidized laws
Free...

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False promises and bold faced lies
			From leaders we call men,
			Too foolish, vain and unwise
			It’s the election blues again.

			Feign to believe the web they weave
			With patient ears we listen,
			Future balanced if they achieve
			From deceitful eyes teeth glisten.

			In principle, fate is our blame
			Yet in our selfish pride,
			Our...

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Unquotable quotes: Beggars - ***

Who said beggars cannot be choosers?

Who chooses for them the place, the moment or the people they choose to beg from; the hours of the begging day; the alms they refuse; the advice they brush aside; the language they use –...

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Cooped within ancient bodies, this inhabitant 
dwells amongst an elder net 
of crabby, crotchety, curmudgeonly claque 
of old folks, only a portion of population I met
which achey, flaky, kooky motley crue 
disgruntlement fed as peevish pet
aye be earnest asper assessment, 
but some getting ready and...

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A light mist of ethereous rain falls 
silent on his thin, sharp-angled
face. He lengthens his stride and 
leans toward the wind. He walks 
through plundered poverty; crumbled
by the weight of exodus. Abandoned
to the blood-rough nails scratching
on the concrete diasporas of multiethnic
history.

Past the playground echoes of...

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Foregone is my freedom
My future and it's conclusion
My most detached relationship
To myself now subject
To scathing privately
In installments with you.

Now I confided
“He tends a garden”

How was I to express
Without existential anguish
This irrational leap of faith?
Subjugated or subsidized
It bankrupted my reason
So far-gone was my longing

I was invited...

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ENCHANT ME!
(A Contemporary Animist’s Prayer) 

To the shared breath of life:

Enchant me!
Whisper to me in the cadence and rhymes, 
the deeper susurrations of this tellurian realm
with its numinous places that already call out
my name!
Talk to me about my mother and father and
the wonderful moment that...

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Our convergent joint
The rallying  point
Mecca to the Pastors and Sisters
Jerusalem to the “Alhajas and Alfas”
Refuge to the weak
Shield to the strong
Nowhere on campus like our building

Life made more lively
Added  life to the lifeless 
Ever enliven to light up a dead soul
Restore spirit to...

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Watching the festering global sores of mankind
This propaganda called news, has on rewind
Images are shown for their shock value
Then compromise the effect with their marginal views
Atrocities are shown, religious zealots leak out
But the story's one sided, free thinkers have doubts
Political pundits push, independence for all
Third...

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The corporation offers logo wear

Dazzling subsidized cafes

State of the art fitness centers

They bring the dentist, dry cleaners 

And hair stylist to you

No need to leave our campus

Ever! Never! Never!

You won’t be able to resist

“Resistance is futile” sayeth the Borg

But do strive to maintain 

A healthy...

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Written to my Cousin Madelyn McKay six years ago. She was a poetess here as cancer consumed her body. May my magical and kind cousin ….rest in peace!
Maggie . She had sent me an article on how great the 1960’s were! I am glad she...

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I find multicultural capital investment
socially healthier
politically wealthier
than more win/lose capital competitions.

Sociologists
may call this deep social communication capital,
so why don't natural scientists
discover naturally cooperative capital investments
is a long-winded way
of winding around
recognizing 
and appreciating,
not depreciating,
multiculturing health power?

With slow-grown co-investing
co-investigating
integrally wealthy 
co-operative enlightenment.

That we already invest in profound...

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Past the grain fields clanks the old train,
and it goes beyond the fertile valley;
then it vanishes amid the swaying hills,
not too far from the massive castle
built by the Normans, and it's pelted by rain,
washing the pollen off the golden yarrows.


I saw many wild kids playing...

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