Long Amputations Poems

I wanna trade in my stubby spindleshanks...,

(a poor excuse for legs),
and get me the latest
sophisticated prosthetics advancements,
whereat integration of cultured stem cells
into custom made appendages
allows, enables, and provides
unfortunate recipients of amputations
to experience sensations.

No more will...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon filled with candy and bullets
that lingers menacingly overhead
announcing the death...

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Their philosophers dehumanized our ancestors.
 Their missionaries demonized their humanity.
 Their merchants made them chattel.
 Whippings, rapes, amputations,
 For the training of wild negroes who can be forced to work at will.
 The expression of...

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I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette.  She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a Godly woman.  I miss her already, deeply.  

She...

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a flustered tango of Gypsy moths 
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists; 
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost 
in unkempt fields;  space stations; the sunlit-scent of lemon 
oil on cherry wood; birth; the chasm between...

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When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head,
embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated.
Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead
in poem's last line, you've been beat and castrated.
From the heavens, a...

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Let me begin by saying that I'm so very sorry
but if I don't kill you, you're going to kill me.
I wish there was another way but no other solution will come to me.
If I Don't...

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(A journey into the First World War)

The trembled hand
the twitching face.
A desperate draw on cigarette
looking for courage in a cordite breath.

Huddled in mud protected by 
slime filled walls, 
these walls of Jericho shake
crumbling into my...

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Things are quiet here, a friend writes
in the first email of his long life:  

Most mornings I drive to Gillson Park,
sit and read beside the Lake.
The waves are a symphony.
Books are better there. Sometimes...

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PITA BREAD

Go in the Portal to read.
It is just a vestibule to perceive, to conceive, to form beliefs, to establish creeds.
This world is in a make-believe that government is to bring subordinates to their knees.
They...

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Burning bodies, staring eyes.
   Smoking chimneys, human cries.
   Gas chambers for Jews to die.
   Frozen corpses piled up high.
   Electric wires inflicting pain.
   Mass starvation,...

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Faith, a mythical bird of your imagination
Sent by an imaginary friend to defend you
who will only help if you have heaped on adoration 
I'm not sharing inside information just a realisation, faith isn't your friend...

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After tasting the homemade 
poison, the walls, 
start moving.
The poppies are in bloom.
I am not interested in morphine 
or codeine. A sago palm has 
come of age, preparing to
put up the conical sex.
A trust deficit...

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I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
 that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence

Stealers of beauty and promise:
these amputations leave their scars
 on  the convolutions of...

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