History Green Poems

Underneath the Southern Cross, the comet makes its way,
A trail of greenish fire, igniting night from day.

It came from distant realms, from icy, darkened space,
Returning...

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He wears thick gloves when he strings the barbed wire,
fashioning a thorny fence from prickly metal spines,
reminding me that cattle like to know the boundaries,
the...

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All that was once lush and green

Are now choking on our fumes

By idle hands comes desert sands

To bury us in our tombs

Action speaks louder than...

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October is one of those months that begin to transition and change to prepare for winter.

As our days begin to shorten, this tenth month brings...

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Written on 27 September For: 
No. 1244 New Poem Only Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand

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The hills are running with deer
and there are sunlit roads in the sky.
Fresh and wide-eyed is the wind,
it swirls like a dervish dancer.

Its good that...

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As I cut the grass I curse Ben Franklin
He fell in love with France’s close-cropped fields
However, in the land of Kings and Jesters
Who never ate...

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In the outrageous cost for loving diversity in our languages, 
We crave out lovely damage beeping to set off assemblage. 
For the other days ethnicity...

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Though I posted the following poem 
(B)efore (C)ovid, a sense 
of glee donned my being 
the notion arose to trumpet anew
said literary handily crafted endeavor.

Not...

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Not so dear DT:

Many voices have avoided asking you
obviously challenging questions,

Like, "Why?"

I have a different
but related choice question:

Ten years from 2020 revision,
would you rather be...

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Preserve lapis lazuli earth of bluest skies,
Sparkling rich treasure of the Milky Way,
With colorful dawns and ruby butterflies,
We must nurture our world so it will...

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Moss grows on the old gravestone
mooring itself into the moribund marble
spreading like a syphilitic rash
garbling the name in shades of green
the velvet glove of a...

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On to Ireland

Don’t look for me here anymore,
I’m moving on to Ireland
On the morrow, for
I’ve only one voice and
It’s longing to sing!

Henceforth, I’ll work as...

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It wasn’t a green snake
That tried God’s enterprise to foil
Nor one of greenish make
That had man pushed into piteous toil.

 The sun-loving green wouldn’t anything...

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When I sense a pathway
in between my mountain of narcissistic need
to control my relationships
and all my anthrosupremacist rivered lessons
cause-effect linear
verbal assumptions
with nonverbal consecutive resolving
and unresolved...

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