Long Blue eyed(a) Poems

Rosalia - The Evil Black Witch of the Harz, Part Three

Vespers’ Prayer Preparation for Black Mass
In preparation for the ritual Black Mass at midnight, Rosalia recites the following prayer incantation which must be rendered latest...

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What are some differences
between post-millennial Trumpism
and pre-millennial Republicanism?

I know...I know!
Republicans used to be fiscal conservatives
but now support a one trillion dollar deficit
per unaffordable health and safety care year,

Expanded deficit spending 
despite taking more from not...

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I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing "Negra Section"
hunting down our commercial whitebread 
heavenly ThriftyAcres

Wanna be a WalMart ImPlantation
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged...

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“I am the Alpha and the Omega, the First and the Last, the Beginning and the End.”



The Dilettante Diaries: Avian Notes on the Sensate Slip Stream : The Silent War in 3 Acts

(Part 3)

Avian Notes...

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Here are tribute poems for exceptional children and teachers who should be alive today:

Emilie Parker,
the horror grows starker
as we see your sweet image
and cringe at the carnage;
but dear, how you mesmerize
with those vivid blue eyes
and...

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Exclusive Birth Rights

I am German and guilty as charged by history and evil parental culpability
privileged by life and proxy thus I refuse to forget ancestral perpetration
though I propose without any diminution that systematic genocide is...

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You were beautiful, 
my tiny child, 
wrapped tightly in my arms, 
close to my heart.
I listened to you breathing.
I counted your fingers
and your toes.
Helpless, 
you cried out to me
and I loved you
with every ounce of...

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Inside A ‘72 Econoline

This old green van has a musty smell to it,
Like a pair of sweaty rancid socks
Mixed with half-empty beer cans.
It’s a banged up thing, this ’72 Econoline.
Scratches and mysterious dents 
Cover its...

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FYI: White House

FROM:  Mother Earth

In case you, or anyone you know, is possibly listening,
wanted to mention,

Climate change is a catastrophic NATIONAL,
even international, DISASTER;
a poly-psychopathic source of extreme dissonance.

Anyone who knows our butts
from a BlackHole...

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I've noticed a new favorite word
in 2018
was "toxic."

And, in on-line discussions,
a newly invested discernment
of what it might fascist imply
to lead each white privileged day
with patriarchal narcissism.

Hillary,
unlike St. Hilary,
could stand iconic for matriarchal narcissism.
It exists, like...

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Part 1

One summer in our youth group was a boy
I met.  How I would love to understand
if what he’d felt was equal to the joy
that bloomed in me when he caressed my hand.

His elfin...

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The noblemen control the pen, indeed they own the farm,
but nonetheless exude finesse (and need I mention charm?)
with revenue to sate the few, exulting arm in arm;
for all the rest, they wish the best and...

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Don’t blue eyed people have more fun?
When others walk, don’t they run?
Don’t they live life full until life is done?

Don’t tow-haired people have more zest?
Aren’t they dancing still, when others rest?
In everything, don’t they do...

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Twas on the eve of Christmas and St Nick was feeling glum
because his leading reindeer had some problems with his tum.
With Dasher feeling poorly, Santa wondered what to do,
he needed to leave Toyland soon, but...

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Otto`s life is not
their British
sickular motto
Grue is his banner
left by his
blue-eyed Brit mom
left long by one of
those hated South
African Paki
His guilty pleasures
in Green Street have
no recognition like
many such Aussies in
mulberry bushes
Yet he shovels the
stake of...

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Winds Return:
Passages of wind
Set foundations of belief
Eternally ours.
Wind blows 
and then it doesn't 
you can't really anticipate it
it just happens
Loving you
Is like
Walking on
A bridge
With every
Piece of wood
Falling
After my
Every step;
There is no
Turning back.
Locked out of Heaven
Cast...

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I'm feeling like I've lost my sons for i have failed as a mother-
I'm on the verge of becoming white as snow
for I am trying to pull my life back together
but taking the path to...

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i am sick of love
such words and such nonsense
when love does not envy
yet its hard to live and not be green,
     (for love is hard to do
and i am sick of...

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Jump up and down like a jackrabbit
running through meadows
running from what?
Could it be heartbreak,
a venemous snake that hides in the grass,
hiding with fangs ready to pierce the tender skin
upon the tight, bronze flesh of everyday...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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sitting at the breakfast table as i eat the eggs you love so much the empty spot still sets here  i cant help not to think what you are doing right now  i...

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Take me out of here! Ran through my mind. Then poof! I was out and in the arms of a loving blue eyed girl. She held me with such a raw and pure emotion of...

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Whisky Dixie was a girl from the state of Alabama 
Her mother was a housewife and her father was a farmer
She came into the world in a field full of corn
Her mother had been drinking...

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It was back in the 1920s that
Harold Welsner brought his fiancé home,
to show the family his lovely Sandra,
blue-eyed beauty, auburn hair, and small bones.

He wanted to show he Colorado,
his girl had never been out of...

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