Long Feeder Poems

"That also has a steep drop off the far side of Home Sweet Hell" said my soulless guide as he pointed in the direction of the nearby screams. 
I could see what resembled silhouettes or...

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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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LITERAL SENSE :

This is ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
VERSE 1:
This ANDERSON WALKINGSHOES.... 
Concrete counterintuitive ratioed for looser and Leader;
Interim arguments to know who's worst and best person,
Makes no sense either.
Itemised unique personalities need no prejudice session. 
Sparked...

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How do we consume,
whether on-line or off-line,
in a doing justice way
to lives we digest
and excrete?

How do we produce
in justice doing ways
for lives invested with cooperative intent
design and long-term planning
by our ancestral Elders?
Themselves descended
from sacred creations
written...

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Sometimes,
not often enough,
I stop my morning routine
to watch the feeding drama breathe feathered flurries in and out,
on, 
and under,
my side-yard bird feeder

Outside my kitchen windows
over this morning's sudsy sink,
looking across a twinkling white field
of early...

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with a cat lying on my lap
a sough whispers in the trees 
as a summer day begins fading
the tiger lilies below bend as if trumpeting
a musical for ears yet to come into existence
evaporating the din...

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gardens are where we are:

  from "Eden" to "Gilgamesh", "Babylon" to "Gethsemane"
  from mountain to coast, town to country
  from wetlands to desert oasis, under the sea to the edge of ice
...

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I have got to wake up 
And I have got to get dressed, with eyeshadow
With the intent of wings of a butterfly – my face, can it be beautiful
A little while longer – while this...

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Only the dead have seen the end of the war. - George Santayana

Even when I sit at my window,
Watching birds peck the sunflower seeds,
Feeling blessed and a little sentimental,
Feathered wings, rejoicing over their luxury…

Even then,...

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I am beggar 
I am thief 
I am Eve 

Buried by belief 

I am leader 
I am breeder 
I am Adam 

Narcissistic feeder 

I lie inside the doorway 
Unable now to die 
I see the...

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God meant well
But, when he created heaven, he also created hell.
When he created Jesus, his brother, The Devil fell.
Like a jilted fly in the sacred ointment
Every day since has been his long day of atonement.
...

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Another Dream

Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous; 
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos. 
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence, 
Attendant...

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From zero to fresh focus:
No fads or "hocas-pocas,"
Occult tricks, nor superstitions,
Just go to Boot-Camp not institutions.
It's not about me.
It's to take a stand, you see,
A life if convictions;
Real-life risks, no fictions,
In live with Father-God and...

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There was something spectacular
about a winter, long and hard,
on the Miles River.
Some days will never be the same.

Greying skies, heavy hung
with crystal burdens
of the wind, and air. Twenty above,
after sunset, zero.

And the snow was the...

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Sounds of morning, fluid undertones, yet cacophonous;
Rhythmic rustling of nearby trees form the baseline for tropical chaos.
Each added layer draws me further into distraction.
I hear the shadowy neighbors breaking their silence,
Attendant to their morning chores.
A...

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It was a sugar maple.
Fairly average in size, a good
Number of branches, some 
Low enough to climb for a
Child like myself.

I was never very athletic,
Hated all sorts of sports,
But this tree, this one tree
I could...

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The formula was so simple that even I could follow it and make some
little creatures very happy.  I read the pamphlet that came in the box        ...

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SONG TO THE RUINS OF AMERICA
With the Glyn Ford’ eyes:
"Fascist Europe-The Rise of Racism and Xenophobia"
I see with horror how from an american country to another
Racism and Xenophobia are cultivated in ist fields
Inspecting the growth...

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                             38.4154017°, -76.5341214°
A waterwheel, raceway, grinding stones...

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Every form of life has it's walls, nothing, no one stands alone
 some are trees, brush, branch, twig and wood and bark
 some are mortar and stone, mere workers flesh and bone
 others lay in...

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A is for algae, red, green, blue cells, soaking up sun, sliming teeth 
B is for bacterial mat, clumping underneath, earliest born, never asleep

C is for coral reef, the place we all find cover or...

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Oh ,what a terrible tragedy it was!                            ...

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birds gather at the feeder, hovering,
near the sunflower seeds,
tap, tap, tap against the windowsill,
where a feeder is attached, 
filled by hopeful hearts who linger,
at the window, 
relishing the wonder of these flying whispers,
sighing in the...

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A Demanding Steed

Once upon a crisp Winter morning, while the cardinals so lively, announced the awakening of a new day. 
I sprang out of bed, pressed play on the radio, and begin to dress for...

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My leftbrain deductive reason
now sadly sees 16/20,
since 2016 a patriarchal white privileged hierarchy
of orthodox RightWing religious social history,

Where I am either egomaniacally at the self-righteous top
of my competitive win/lose hierarchical game,
or I am a victim,
bottom-feeder
bleeder...

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