Long Egg white Poems

The difference between 
bad-old-boy 
competitively evolving 
egg white privilege

And good-girl 
cooperatively revolutionary 
just-us-yolks

Foreshadows a symbiotic contrast
between prophetic performance
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her crass 
desk of...

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What if we live in and out
among and yet autonomously
with and sometimes against
LeftBrain dominant enculturation?

Colonization,
predation with ego-logical economic secular outcomes
too often predicting compromised long-term health
in exchange for conserving an evolutionary win/lose model
serving industriously degenerating corporate...

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Elder Darwin swims in ethology.
He rolls in his deep grave ecology.
He itches and scratches his dissonance
that survival of most fitted and dense
implies manifest destiny for those YangStrong
while Darwin's Cross and his own eyes
clearly disguised
camouflaged ectosymbiotic...

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BREAKFAST NOT AT TIFFANY’S

I remember eating breakfast in the corner luncheonette
Two eggs over easy with a side of toast
Danny ordered a cheese and egg white omelet
While I read the Times and was totally engrossed

The sun...

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BREAKFAST NOT AT TIFFANY’S

I remember eating breakfast in the corner luncheonette
Two eggs over easy with a side of toast
Danny ordered a cheese and egg white omelet
While I read the Times and was totally engrossed

The sun...

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BREAKFAST NOT AT TIFFANY’S

I remember eating breakfast in the corner luncheonette
Two eggs over easy with a side of toast
Danny ordered a cheese and egg white omelet
While I read the Times and was totally engrossed

The sun...

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BREAKFAST NOT AT TIFFANY’S

I remember eating breakfast in the corner luncheonette
Two eggs over easy with a side of toast
Danny ordered a cheese and egg white omelet
While I read the Times and was totally engrossed

The sun...

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Winter Fantasia.

Snowman, his coat a trillion frosty threads...crotched by Jack,
the naughty mischief maker. 
Each crystal cast perfect by Boreas.                ...

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In the realm where chaos takes its toll,
There is a soul that suffers from madness.
Behind iron bars, locked in a jail,
Yet within a mind where dreams are endless

But don't brood, there is a safe refuge.
This...

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THE 3 QUESTION QUIZ

               Knife at her throat—
             ...

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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This chair has chipped paint.     
Its shadow gangly 
in the light spilling through 
the window. A deep 
buttercup bisque steeps.

Through this stream, ember
motility of curdled 
cream seeps into pores.
The seat embraces....

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Blanched Bones

We’ve not dreamt the crystal morn,
the tinkling ping of sun warmed ice,
the egg white branch of lilac dipped,
the magic of the wintry day 
which fills the heart with awe.
Such days of silver ice and...

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The phone rang but there was no-one there,
Her imagination flew like a balloon into the air.
“Who was that?”, she asked herself.” Who was that woman?”, she wondered.
As the sun sank behind a cloud she gathered...

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Boast brownies baking
in dirty palm oil bacon fat
Sugar-coated swine vanilla cupcakes;
pineapple upside down snout snacks,
so coconut phone hasty ...
Sound-byte puff pastry

Flour-face teflon pan —  
tart marshmallow mint muffin
Silver tongue baguette 
spooning out citrus acid...

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Emptiness

(Childrens song / lyrics and music by Joan Donnelly Ellis )

When a thing is empty it is not much good at all
 .
 What good is a baseball diamond with neither bat nor ball?
 What...

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Long have me feet walked..bare upon de earth of mother Afreeca.
Days, passing in a flow’r chain round de brow of de morn.
De sacred drum calls wid de heart beattin of de Hougan’s soul
Afreeca’s soul ...

Long,...

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Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed, 
in the mirror-like majesty of a...

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Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping, as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed, 
in the mirror-like majesty of a...

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Now for warm oatmeal with honey and her sugarless tea
To this chrysoberyl dawn rescue from chuted linen bedlam,
For here's a bedside tale to whispered promise and plea.

She sits on her hands and shuffles her ugg...

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After the sun bleeds 
colors into the sky white
stars are scattered like 

diamonds thrown across 
the violet black. The night seeps
into edge of morning

and a thread of light spills
like churned buttery cream.
Mottled pink is brushed

against...

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A short brief about the modern day censor,
Withholding what we can and can’t read,
Withholding what was once considered free speech, 
Before the censor was let out and freed.

Like in the new poems on this poetry...

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we are the egg they are the knife

the egg shell 
like the body

the egg white albumen 
like the spirit 

the egg yolk like the soul
all others lies in between 

so is the connection of humans
to...

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Why do you look upon me with reproach, 
two-eyed fried eggs? I swear, only hunger
and hopelessness have led me to encroach 
into the kitchen. The quite pushy monger,

who sold me a used cornucopia
from China, promised...

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