Long Flagstaff Poems

Community outdoor innovators
are challenged by premillennial lack
of potlatch cooperative investments
paid-forward
by ZeroZone invested WiseElders,

Limited by Space
for developing multifamily co-housing
with cooperative community organic gardens.

Limited by volunteer outdoor ego-eco therapeutic
Time.

Limited by competitive economic grid
and profile assumptions
for future WinLose...

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The oldest citizen of Soup Creek, Nopaul E. Ticks, posed to show his support for the town council's ban on politicians.

I hear that nasty Trump feller, wants to stump in Soup Creek.
He wrote to Mayor...

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Go cast a spell of fistful rice, outcasted!

Hunger and me, a writhing unruly,
a belly, a body
Feels the gluttony, every time, an omnivorous hungry
Like a scarcity of rain turns slowly a character poem
Into an inferno, 
the...

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   Built in a Belfast shipyard
 for Shaw Savill ‘n Albion Line.
   On her flagstaff wind ‘n lee
 flew the Southern Cross ensign,
   down a slipway to the sea
...

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Endless ribbon of tattered poetry in pavement,

Trail of tears for wandering vagabonds,

Seek yourself from this time forth betwixt sunrise and senility,

For the tides of the seasons grow weary with long-suffering,

To the hopes thou clingeth unto,...

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The Magnificent Mountains of Maine 

Mount Katahdin, Maine’s tallest peak
beckons to those who challenge seek.
and to the dare-devilish kind,
White Cap Mountain will blow their mind.

Though not among Maine’s tallest peaks
Mount Cadillac is one to seek.
Mount...

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It was a cool October night
When I stepped on the bus. 
As it pulled out of the station, 
There were just twelve of us. 
I made my way to the back seat,
Put my bags overhead,...

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The bike was loaded and packed
The duffle bag strapped to the rack
The air was crisp when we started out at dawn
In the early morning hours we were gone 
Down the road with the wind on...

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Moosehead, mother of Maine’s many lakes
fed by Moose River’s flowing tears.
Overlooked by Kineo’s cliffs,
with Kennebec you share your gifts.

Sebago Lake, your bowels deep
with waters fresh, quench Portland’s thirst.
Headwater for Presumpscot’s course
which for many towns was...

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So, I am hiding Occupied state
Or, else or, learning french occult eBay at
Non nuptial lady , a loner, an ex-positional urge
Inside the total nine after, even after a dirge
Alma mater in Houston, there will be...

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Trucker Duckie

His P.I.C handle is:
TRUMP DOGG

Road incorrecto políticamente 
rolls his 18-wheeler Hogg

Transporting border illegals is the 
			  Primary cache crop haul
Outfoxing blue Smoky Bears
			is his favorite Duckie call

Just like the Big Don,
dodging the Law
is...

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(Written at 3:00 am on a motorcycle between Sedona and Flagstaff)

I want to write dirty and convoluted,
connected and wet
And in the mess of my words
Feel the stain run down 
Over the nice clean ordered objective,...

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He’s just your average lazy bum — 
a sweet, lovable loser
Who loves to stick his index finger
high in the air,
and tell you he’s number one
When in fact, technically,
his favorite sports team is
It’s success by association,...

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SAVED CONVERTED INVERTED CRUCIFIED DEAD BUT NOT YET BURIED 
Kiss the ewe she never cries she never sighs she stays happy all the times we...

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As the moon and sun share the fabric of a fading song of ancient blues
a ceremony of torch light identity ensues
chieftains in regalia of royal feather headdresses and mantles of warrior mania
approach the flagstaff that...

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I stuffed my pockets full of California minutes,
Set out from Bakersfield before the break of day.
Checked out a waitress at a coffee shop in Needles
Then blew through Flagstaff on my way to Santa Fe.

Cut loose...

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It has been said: That if, just one person remembers,
your life after you are gone,
then you may still be forced to walk this earth
tied to a false memory.

My prayer, is to be entirely forgotten, not...

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Come to the hill named Flagstaff 
Climb to the top and glimpse the emerald expanse 
In summer when kites are flying and students laugh 
Or the crystalline mounds in winter when tobogganers prance 

From here...

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A tell dem mark the day, mark it here well
Mark it from Sprigfield, Flagstaff and Hopewell
Mark it like fire in Mafoota bush, mark
Shettlewood burning in slavery's hell.
I hear the children crying in the spark
I did...

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To frigid-freed heartbeats, lover's behalf,
of mindless blind mute who came from Flagstaff.
Clueless inceptions nebulously grow,
Godsend occasion leaves the dark to glow,
sparks the light of life mimic frames of minds.
Emotions indulge past regret unwinds,
intricacies of distinctions...

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