Grandfather Environment Poems

Telling "White Lies"

My mother got born November
thirteenth, nineteen hundred thirty five
within poverty stricken household
of Canarsie, Brooklyn, the youngest
(most mollycoddled) of four siblings,
experienced grinding poverty, no
matter...

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I
Fifty years ago - I was about ten -
My grandfather wept for a tree:
Blue Spruce, one in the township ...
I empathized, but didn't understand

II
This morning,...

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My great-grandfather was a farmer,
He yielded crops by the harvest moon
When spring came to bloom 
He had a son, 
My grandfather was a military-man
He disappeared...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Shhh...the sentinels
whisper among themselves, there’s
a human coming...

Do not give away
any secrets to them, they
cannot keep secrets.

Remember what we
learned from old grandfather oak
humans will gossip.

Gaia trusts...

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(scoured from dregs of me muss held head)

I shore up a vignette to free 
my ("FAKE") grandfather Hymie,
whose scrunched countenanced 
evinced beetle that of browed...

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Our stay in the 
mushrooming subdivision 
      Ashley Springs
can achieve full ownership only
by meeting the developer’s 
latest requirements...
  ...

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When I was a child everyone’s mother on my block corrected me.
Every adult in the neighborhood watched me vigilantly, carefully.
Watching for me to do something...

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Like thunder they will return;
And create storms of retribution.
Teach you how to unlearn;
With civil disobedience revolution.

Lightning dance upon the ground!
Fire rain from the sky.
A peoples...

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Home is not the same,  it's changed since I've been there,
I go to sit under the apple tree, and recall all the memories that...

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You ever had that feeling that you couldn’t make it ?
Or you imagined greatness, but in that same day you felt complacent.
Well my mind still...

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Irony cries out in Boulet’s rendering.
Elderly Native American’s stern expression
seems captured beneath eagle’s wings.

Symbol of power and freedom,
mighty bald eagle was chosen by European ancestors...

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