Long Bulletins Poems

Transparently robust private/public healers,
servants,
ego/ecotherapists,
investigate, with appreciation,
cooperative health insurance
for people,
healthy homes,
resilient transportation,
and cooperative tree and plant and children and elderly nursing
preserved through winter kitchens
and solar-fueled composting centers.

Health insurance assurance,
transubstantiating health/wealth reassurance,
investing in cooperatively-owned and eco-managing
therapeutic non-violent...

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Dear Local Boards of EcoSchool Education,
Departments of Environmentally Protected Walkable Transportation,
Cooperatively Maintaining Public-Private Works
and STEAM Play
and WinWin GreenGames,
Hysterical Historical Associations,
Social Work Departments of Climate Restorative Therapy,
and Public Health-Wealth Departments:

Did you leave anyone out dear?

Just the...

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My transportive 
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.


I ask if I might speak
with the Editor in Chief
of my town's daily GoodNews Bulletin...

No.
I do not have...

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He doesn’t have to prove anything to me. The Holy Spirit, that is. I’ve always known He’s there, from childhood on, even if I ignored Him for many years. But like others growing older, I...

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Condolences Forever Invoked - 9/11/2001

(I sit corrected for typing year 201, when most of America untrammeled by hordes of humanity, and probably far more similar to the garden of Eden, which approximate space/time continuum disparity...

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Callum is an old-fashioned man on the verge of becoming history’s memory

Ancient even in that he holds only one job but that is for privation of another 

Sort of a whiz kid at what he...

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The little town is eternal or seems so as I come back to trace
my childhood down these sidewalks. Each house holds 
faded memories yet, creeps back into my mind until once 
again I live the...

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Cobblestones of pantry and a wide toothed grin. Visitors from afar pay no heed and paramount is the settling and uprooting of cultures old. Might as well be blood in that feather quill who prints...

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Condolences Forever Invoked - 9/11/2001

Many unsuspecting innocent lives
     unwittingly found themselves
     at ground zero
     with absolutely no time
     to...

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There are things that you will hear only once or twice,                        ...

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Not much to do today
caught up on some 
deferred reading
went to the store to pick up
 a few things
took a walk down 3rd Ave
 	to get some sun

Basima and Azhar 
play in the okra field
chasing...

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I was a mere lad of fourteen way back in June of nineteen forty-four.
I recall so well the Sixth of June when brave men stormed Normandy's Shore!
They were called 'news bulletins' in those days that...

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It was just an ordinary day,
Until the sky turned black.
People going on their way,
Concern for the weather, they lack.

Weather bulletins given little thought,
We proceed forth with the agenda at hand.
Never imagining to our safe lives...

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as i light a candle for you 
i brake down and cry 
for i have done everything 
i think i should do 
i have sat people down
in a pew of there own 
even greeted and...

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« Fools are my theme and satire is my song. »
                   George Gordon, Lord Byron
I
Donald Trump is an ignorant...

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Have u ever felt that u just wanted to die?
I cant help this pain and all i can do is cry
At one second everything seemed so right
Then one phone call changed everything that night
Why is...

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To aerate, babble and procrastinate
decluttering man cave rubbish
welcoming this temperate
(Billy me) idle March thirtieth
tooth house sand nineteen

eventually to accomplish
sorting thru lifetime
worth miscellaneous
papered material former
rainforest, I banish

to the shredder repurposing
once upon a time
stately majestic humongous
dignified cub...

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because we did not
choose death
it chose us

how the dead die
how the lies, lie
how the wind howls
under a clear Nevada sky

how the colors fade
to black, black,
black
twisting us up
fireballs and
acid pools
burning souls
of sorrow

sorrow skin kites
fly away
black as...

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Memories shift through generations; pictures yellow, fray across the currents of time, worn and torn. Hushed stories talk about a life taken away too early, bone fragments in the mud, saltwater graves and grappling vines...

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Here looking inwards while sitting in wards.
Never bored watching bulletins and staring out the window at the billboards with eyes that's been pulled before and my thoughts still talk forth.
Still taunted and real torn. My...

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Word has reached
A distant planet out their
Semaj, this ancient Celt
In ancestral despair

His droid Etto
Has bulletins relayed
The last human on earth
In final death display

Civilisation as he knew it
Has gasped its last breath
For the butterfly winged angels
Has...

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She was the best of us. 
She was gloriously fun and exciting.
She laughed like no other, throwing back her head, full mouth open.
She was outgoing, completely her own person, and outrageous.
We adored her.

She grew up...

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Wake my news, take my message away
Communication became a red flag
Bulletins became a blind eye
Abduction, tourism, grief, and murder became my footsteps
Each time I had to open my eyes
Ignorance and intelligence became enemies
The report, reporting,...

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A State Of Majors and Algebra

From a bridge I lift eyes weary from equation forms
Majors and Algebra instruct 
From on high the state loves us
Instinctively feed us what we must know 
Keep us in place...

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I sat amongst The Beatles
pining for a “Yesterday”,
idly picking at leftover scabs
dried to kitchen table.
Wondering if, unlike me,
my jeans had legs wrapped around
your shorts, tumbling in wet ecstasy
but contemplating when
cycle would be complete.

-whether the spin...

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