Long Bifocal Poems

The ugly head of the Original Intent issue
co-arises with what were our ForeFather Patriarchal Patriots
thinking and feeling to leave out prohibitions against antiChristian degeneracy,
and to put in permissions for antiChristian degeneracy.

No.
Wait.
That's not right.
We could not...

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Everyone has the freedom of choice 
Everyone has an expressiveness to save their own voice
Who are you who am I to judge this choice 
You don't know me
You don't know me
 I may have ...

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First, imagine, if you can,
"Love" is not just a many splendored thing,
although it is that,
but behaviorists and existentialists behavioralize
the complex of emotions and consciousness
wearing that synergetic label
as active, sometimes spontaneous
"cooperation,"
an antonym for "competition."

Now,
Imagine you grew...

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Our bank accounts nearly emptied so we could afford a vacation; two young working girls who'd never been far from home. We were looking forward to finding love on a romantic tropical island. Maybe someone...

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Lenny was 30 and still living with his old cheese, everyone called, Lenny’s mum.
She was always on his Cadbury Snack to go find a trouble and strife for a chum.
“Geez, leave off mum, I’ve been...

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The Founding Grandfather

By Elton Camp

Ask “What did Benjamin Franklin do?”
Find that most can recall only one or two.
“Poor Richard’s Almanac he did write,”
Or else, “He’s that guy who flew the kite.”

The facts of history are...

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Where juicy historic purpose fades
and pre-historic
nonverbal
nonviolent sacred meaning
polyculturally creolizes
WholeOpen systemic shade
preserving future health intention

Is where we also find emergence,
consciousness of LeftHemisphere dominance
over RightHemisphere shrouded prominence
of co-relational health/wealth feelings,

Either Positive
Or Negative
and InBetween Non(Negative) 
bilateral both/and

Enthymematic co-passion...

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Age gracefully…that’s what I’ll do
Going to ignore the lines, how about you?
Inner beauty is what really counts
I happen to love my drooping mounts

Absolutely no Botox or fillers for me
Another varicose vein, Yipee
I’ll learn to love...

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Wealth,
in a competing anthropogentric,
aging egocentric,
world
depends on cooperative health
of LivingEarth;

To paraphrase Johan Rockstrom,
from the Stockholm Resilience Center.

Our comparative wealth map,
is not SacredEarth's cooperative health territory;

To paraphrase Gregory Bateson
of Ecological BiLateral DoubleBound Mind Mapping.

Our wealth medium,
is not...

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There they sit, those mocking reminders, on my nightstand table.
I wish I could just throw them out, but I find that I am unable.
There they sit, reminding me, of the life that we once shared,
Before...

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Gather round and listen in to a story I once saw in a show It was called
 
THE MAN WITH THE BIFOCAL GLASSES
 
now the play bill was dated Sept. 8 2011

It was about the...

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If only once you agree                            IF ONLY YOU...

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Playbill: Sept 8, 2001

                        

Time gives a bifocal view to the written...

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mama why must I be alone;
all of the other girls got there boy and gone;
with me left here all alone;
is it because my looks haven't shown;
some call me homely;
the reason why I'm lonely;

The cuteness of...

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Just like you to make a last minute date,
leaving me a quickly scribbled note,
before tossing aside that broken campaign pencil from last year's election--
I remember you snapping it apart 
when you found out your man...

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I test the gum
And the scum
That came from
So many feet
Scrape the blood
And the crud
Between mud
Smooshed on concrete

I sample spit
Ample birds***
All with a flick
Of the wrist
Coz I’m your local
Wearing bifocal
Antisocial
Sidewalk chemist

I run a lab
And own a...

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The setting sun weaves a poem, 
blossoming
unsung trochaic along the river basin 

(Nurulhuda Junction. Teesta)

Sometimes it feels quite an estranged thought to realise that living is a mundane day to day thing to sustain. The...

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There once was a good hubby named Nick, 
on his wife, he tried to play a trick-
Hot wax on the table,
was willing and able,
but sick wifey came down with a tick.

So he dumped out the...

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"P's" are ImPortant

Have they been Putting on their bifocal
When great People want to get very vocal
And for all of them to be well-understood
Should speak carefully if they only would.

For many, may find a Perfect plan
On...

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YACKETY-YACK
This broken pencil was just a nub – no longer usable.
I wanted to jot down the amount of this playbill dated September 08, 2001.
However, I decided to save the amount in my contacts of my...

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These eyes,
                                 ...

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The New York skyline glimmered in the sun
Saw September 8th 2001
was printed on the playbill in her hand
Happily she sought her name written there
At long last she had achieved top billing
Singing an aria she twirled...

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It seems there's no more running,
As more time sneaks up behind us,
The youthfulness we once possessed,
Has sunk so deep inside us...
That though we feel so young at heart,
Our age shows on the surface,
Each mirror that...

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