Best Vermont Poems

GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!

My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green.
I wear my favorite green...

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Away to Vermont on a Dr's appointment. Coming back and riding the Ferry to New York my wife Judy and I decided to stop off...

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To an unmet friend:


You see the mortal world
and for you man is machine,
little more than a device
for the vagaries of evolution.
Faith is illusion, hope lacks
weight--...

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My father and I stood outside the old farmhouse in which I was raised and he still lived. 
The black sheep had moved back in...

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The Painful Facts
The nervous system originates in the brain.
Nerves send and receive signals to feel pleasure, fear or pain.

A baby’s diaper rash causes crying, pain...

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It's ironic that 'dogma' simply once meant belief: something we hope is true but aren't certain of, as opposed to a fact. Now dogma means...

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1963.
I ran crying to Uncle Jim, standing by the barn door.
We hugged, and I tried to hold the smell of him,
of Vermont -- Old Spice,...

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The answers don’t seem to match the questions,
The lesson have not been fully learned,
The struggle continues, the progress is real,
Pressing on seems the course, 
And...

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in a country of  335 million people
one of the richest more educated places
on the entire planet

the largest economy, 
the best military
still for now a...

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GREEN

My name is Jade Shamrock Green
I hate  green bean
When I get mad, I turn green
I wear my green jeans
I stare at the color green
Not...

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COOKING WITH JIM                      

actually,...

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Living on a mountain top in Vermont "Spring Showers" are very dangerous
With several feet of snow still covering the rocky terrain above the tree line
a...

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GREEN, GREEN, GREEN!!!

My name is Jade Shamrock Green.
I will not eat one single green bean.
When I get mad, I turn green!
I am wearing my favorite...

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 Translation of Eric Mottram’s Poem 33 in Interrogation Rooms by T. Wignesan

33.  on a vu un homme courir/ de la scène de crime...

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Faulkner's comment, I imagine him
tossing it off like Yogi Berra between games
of a doubleheader. The hero, the expert, the virtuoso
has no real control, is going...

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