Long Fatten up Poems

Perhaps you see me
it may be your gift to see
or merit for hard work
or maybe you paid for it with the lashings you endured
but surely it is now your inescapable wretched curse
as the truth haunts...

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"My dear Hannah:  We're camped nigh a town called Gettysburg tonight.
I take pen in hand to write to you, my love, by the flickerin' candlelight.
From afar I hear the beat of Rebel drums preparin'...

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Drought's End
                               Frank Halliwell

Past the...

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They fatten up the grazing cattle,
roughly milking the goats and cows
Shoveling the pigs their slop,
throwing chicken feed to the hens walking about
They do the grunt labor,
always with their mind on the feast
Puffing up people’s chest...

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“we look for that that does not come and go
it cannot be organic form, subject to decay 
thoughts and beliefs are fickle, how little we know
yet come what may, our inner child continues to play”


The...

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Doctors told the old farmer his soul was soon to be his Makers!
"Spare me, Lord", he pled, "I must farm these hundred-forty acres!
My wife ain't able to hoe or mow or handle the old John...

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MY BROTHER; THE MESSIAH

By these dunghills, they stood  
By these morn Mecca, we paid homage
Daily to the papyri gong beaters.
Singing   a litany of   collapses and failings

Of  a  revolutionary...

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If I don't react the way you expect me to doesn't mean I'm weak,
And just because I don't react doesn't mean I'm naive,
When I see beyond the shadow of a doubt, and refuse to fuel...

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Poor Ruby Hummer looks confused,
searching for her favorite feeder.
It was right there when it last was used,
in September, in the cedar.

Above the Bee-balm and Lobelia,
in my pollinator garden,
so sorry, Ruby, yes I feel ya,
and I...

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Cold Coffee they call him
and only a few people know
his real name, this odd fellow

who raises pigs off the coast 
of Ireland and comes to town
bouncing in his horse and wagon

to buy supplies but not...

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On the splendid rock, I see the boar, 
he is making such a roar, 
someone may think he is in a tribunal. 
On his neck is a large chain. 
With this chain his neck makes...

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There in the wild river 
By Michelle Morris
11/08/2023

There in the wild river 
Where the white rapids flow
They're chasing down new dreams
They're chasing rainbows

And the salmon 
They swim upstream
They battle against
The raging currents 

This is nature's...

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A thousand vents for blowing grease
the burger bleeds and trickles.
The stove tops way of frying meat
to sell their grease and pickles.

A greasy slab to clot your blood.
The hamburger's inflection.
A special sauce to fatten up
the liver...

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Tis Autumn and the tired trees
Drop off dead leaves as sap lays rooting 
The long Spring war with gypsy worms 
Has caused a few to come to terms
The humming birds are still around
But not for...

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