Long Clotheslines Poems

I'm reading this book called
"Systems Thinking for Social Change"
by David Stroh.

Although this is not his paradigm of systemic choice,
He talks about WinWin strategizing
for optimal outcomes
Rather than WinLose compromises
for suboptimal conservation
of the miserably under-performing status quo.

Future:
A....

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the injustice of
the powder blue box
standing proudly
on the corner of
fifty-seventh and fifth

A symbol of division
extending the partition
between wealth and
everyone else

back around the way
the old shabby
half shingled house

was home to the
second hand charlie brown
size thirteen shoes

worn...

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Number of Man
(Webster’s Ninth)

Money trail reveals factor
To assemble humans follow layout
Swat down charges with linguistic racket
Sticks more effective than carrot dangle
Arguments sustained by pundits' jangle
Beached on shallow force Fed truths we paddle

Pedantic pets get paddle
First...

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It was a long lonely night at the lumber mill
Just listening to a whippoorwill 
In the dark beside a logging road.
I’ve got fifteen cars of timber on my load.
The yard stinks of bleeding sap and...

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Cathode Rays in the Darkness

Thelma Todd is on the Late Late Show,
Brought to the us by Kent cigarettes, which refines and
Refreshes with the exclusive Micronite Filter.
Her still tragic life in the steaming suburbs knows no...

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Sitting in my tree house on a perfect day
I am listening to the neighbors as I read seven library books
I am twelve, and this is my summer joy, seven is library's daily limit.
We are at...

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I wore my thoughts on my head like a ball cap today

Ready to take off and disregard

or to turn around, tilted in the opposite direction

Easy to grab at, to throw away, to steal,

to sneakily hide...

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Across the lakes

Through frozen flakes
 
They come in storm, 

Whose breath be warm 
 
To change a freeze 

Into a tenderness, 

To fall and splatter, 

With applause

To somehow matter; 

Offer cause,

Hard against the clotheslines of...

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Buoyant on the North west winds;
Shredded clouds expose a half moon eye.
An eye that stares cautiously at
The hyphens of cars below.

Stratus sunsets trace the highway,
That leads to my refuge, 
and shields me from the voyeur...

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Some silences have many nooks of tears
That lay the corpse of angst upon old weeds 
As  grasses  hide a vulnerable face
To harbor grief...wrestling among lost stars.

And I hold comfort in my guarded ...

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No other city is more unique
than Napoli; around corners, 
you'll find surprises that intrigue  
eyes staring at monuments 
that have some mystique powers!

And walking through the very narrow and noisy streets
of various sounds: you'll...

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The old timers complain nowadays, 
about how modern technology.
Is stealing away all their secrets and,
selling everyone's privacy.

Information is left up for grabs,
exposed for all of the world to see.
By touching a finger to a glass,
while...

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Remembering America when clothesline displayed wash
The yesteryear clotheslines of our country have mostly gone
Gone with the same way of old fashioned outdated panache
Panache as when women dressed decent_men tipped hats agone

The yesteryear  clotheslines of...

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Let's walk down memory lane,
skipping past forgotten pain.
And recall what used to be
when games were most often free.

Remember when for a lark,
we'd play "hide and seek" till dark?
And small chores earned us rich dimes;
though our...

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On your doorstep once stood 
This shadow thinner than clotheslines, just to
Share the verdant lore of its earthly existence
Even if its image was molded from the grains of salt 
Nonetheless, it has the proverbial taste...

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TROPICAL STORM

midday darkness heavy
    rain pounds, winds howl---
           trees topple as huts crumble



EYE OF THE STORM

blacked-out night
     eerie...

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Bare Hearted
Anne Morin

Moving backward in time,
there is new sunshine,
the forbidden delight
of disobedient barefooted prancing

through cool grasses,
freshly green and waiting
to caress tiny warm toes
and naughty little hearts.

A wicked world marches on
but not between our clotheslines
hung with...

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