Best Tented Poems

The golden sun of yesterday
played out in fields of gold 
inside the tarping memory of father, handling LIFE   
the joyful whistles that he fluted pruned alongside vines 
and mothers pumping heart of song lauding in 
loud and STRONG  
No treason yet no...

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Bloodthirsty men in black
God is great they chant
As they discharge a barrage 
Of bullets from a mounted mobile gun
This round they’ve won it seems
Another dad has died
Another mum has cried
Children leave their games to run for cover
In abandoned homes and holes in the ground
Bullets blast...

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The trail through the woods seemed all the heartening
as trees that tented crossed unto their side.
Their light seen glowing off them in an ora
to the life felt growing deepening inside.

For the trail went on as long into the hour
where the ground seemed lifting up unto...

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Underneath the light of the full moon, a she-creature
Prowls through the thickets wild.
Stalking quietly waiting for the canvas city to
Slumber into a lazy sleep, ever closer silent sleek black
Paws sneak forward ready to draw its vengeance.
She is the curse of the gypsies, made from the
Blood...

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The shifting of many corporeal hands move across this dead cell,
A vacuums vortex, a psychic sponge, charging this battery of
Energy called the spirit board.
Paranormal phenomenon striking plate to enter realities plane
Of existence, for the ethereal challenged in crisis, seeking the
Threshold for spontaneous release, unto our...

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Five ducklings feeding

The back of the camper bus
proudly sported the family 
seven yellow stickers ducks 
five little ducklings in a line
feeding on life presented to
the world growth sustenance
nourishment and meaning

For every fellow traveller
to ponder smile anticipate
what little team was to alight 
at temporary destinations
sheltered tented...

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MOMBASA

Full moon uneasiness
Veranda dining, seven course style,
One day after my thirty sixth birthday,
I dine alone, in a poem.
Waiting for the Moon to pass to wane 
and contemplate for Zanzibar, in vain. . .

MARATHON

Leawa Downs Marathon
Elevation 6000ft.
Elephants graze in the foreground
Campers camp, Samburu chant 
Hyena’s WHoop...

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Reborn, a Christian fallacy
dreams that have haunted me
left handed, what a shame
someone has to bear the blame

a teddy bear that never speaks
guards the child from attic squeaks
goulish figures of a mothers glow
a fallen angel I never did know

applesauce and mustard bread
free cheese, the government said
mice...

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The Evangelist

There comes a man, more cursed than not
Spiritually guided, or so he must be
To remind the children of things they forgot
Of the price of salvation and eternity
With the staff of moses he prods their coals
Embers of a fire that’s grown cold
A raging flame that...

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Time's natural evolutionary purpose
and revolutionary EarthTribal meaning
is primordial eco-centric gratitude for being,
as compared to human nature's language 
of becoming some intent we are not yet.

Evolution of our human natural culture
explicates
explains
our cooperative vocational
ecological purpose.

From this exegetical core of consciousness
we each are free to discover
those meaningful outcomes,
value-fertile,
most...

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Zoom meetings can be educational 
          giving you the chance to 
      meet people with exceptional  
             ...

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 I set out on a long journey by train 
That spans from end to end
Out through the window flashed past 
Assorted scenes one by one
Sky scrapers and mud hovels, 
Steaming cities and peaceful hamlets,

Row upon row of maize and wheat, 
Bent down under the...

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Pile drivers have replaced gandy dancers
And Mayflower trucks the circus, open-cage parades
Horse drawn down Main Street U.S.A.,

But overnight canvas bosses still command
Roust abouts to raise big top sails,
Over decks of prairie dogs and tumbleweeds.

There are gaudily painted juggernaut ride machines.
Smells of grease, heated white from...

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There’s no room for you here
Beneath my crisp white scallop shell.
Its cotton creases cling too close
And all the space is filled with me
My ballooning calves spread to the edges
And muffin tops warmly expanding to meet eternity
No, you can’t be here     ...

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Torrential rain  

stabs at the ground as

I stand here still wearing shock 

like a soldier in

war torn uniform

So recent was


the surgery that


removed

your lifeless body from mine

leaving me newly

without you

My wound fresh


my mind dazed

from blood soaking battle

I hear the Rabbi speaking

and see your

little

pine

coffin

as it is...

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