Long Blenders Poems

The People's Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book racks
while peddling energy into the cooperative Grid,
sheltered by solar panel...

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both sides use conscience for a hook
it's a con artist's suitcase
fill your cup in the Ocean of Tears
there's enough of everything in there
toasters glowing blenders humming
dogs humping on lawns across the land
in a cloying oppressive...

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Look closely,  feel the harmless heat 
enveloping black-diamond 
         petals in the glistening
            garden of...

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Though I ain't a cordon bleu chef as the title might imply,
I can still whip up gourmet fare in the blink of an eye!
And to an oven or a fryin' pan I need not be...

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Though I'm not a professional cook as the title might imply,
I can still whip up delectable fare in the blink of an eye.
And to an oven or a frying pan I needn't be a slave,
As...

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Cup Cake

Your favorite food is cupcake, so is mine
I cover my wife Cupcake in layered chocolate 
The recipe is simple, defined with love and hunger 
She does not always use the sauna
An oven hot will...

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My closets and garage overflowing with my stuff,
I couldn't afford to rent a storage unit because of the cost,
putting piles of our old clothes and shoes in various rooms,
one day I wanted to sweep and...

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Every evening, I could witness, in my childhood, 
Beggars, going from home to home, for daily food;
Fear filtered into my heart, as though from fountains,
I could see, within me, many terror mountains...!

Visits of soothsayers, snake...

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So much more I could say
about everything from those days,
the times at the shops hardly touched
with hands out, but laughing
for cash for the drugs.

Or snowball fights with the men in blue
who wore black, but anyhoo.
The...

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(inspired by ‘Dusty Rose Dreaming’ by poet vb)

We’re powdered city girls heading into a club,
bright orchids entering the hothouse
spreading fun with noblesse oblige,
qua somethings suited for silver screens.

Our attention’s as uncertain as the stock market.

Experts...

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Pointedly poignant points portend pointillism.
Pontiffs pontificate pointless pointers ponderously.
Pompous poems populate Pompei pottery potently.
Porous pornography portrays Portuguese porta potties.
Poppies pop Popeye’s popular popcorn.
Populist populism pots ponies properly.

Blithering blather blots bloody bleeping blips.
Bloomberg blogs bleach bleating...

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They lied when they said
that in the apartments it would be different,
we would live well with sandwiches and cell phones.
All TVs vomiting colours
and the problems the manager would solve.
When that guy killed himself in the...

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Red, Blue, And Yellow

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clove cinnamon for simon&dunkin tuna for garfunkel.
wobbly looped spindles, hums tunes  "holy mackerel".
silent whispers alluring hoarding ajar.
more candid topics, endorsed by chet choppock.
overtime blenders whip hot fudge tapioca.
from the larva, emerges paul harvey.
orator greetings...

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