Long Free range Poems

Once upon Trump time,
Free-range,
organic,
totally uncaged hens
brown
and black
and even white
and all things in-between
prepared to vote for more green climate health
growing indoor/outdoor good-egg chicken family values
planning to optimize healthy wealth
green ecoschool henhouse natural-spiritual remodeling
for deep and richly...

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In My Language

This you might not know is a conversation,
It’s a conversation not of persons.
This is a conversation of multiple languages.
If you could observe the functions of my mind,
You would marvel at the thought processes
Criss-crossing...

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Our first learning experience
of Earth as home
is in our perfectly uniting warm womb,
specifically designed for growing Constitutional Welfare,
healthy development care receiving,
then giving back,
paying forward,
co-investing 
in future sacred wombed learning experiences.

After birth from this matriarchal-bonded and...

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His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time's homing invitation
to hear and see, 
feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within Spirit's wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reverberating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged...

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Dragon did a pratfall, his tail accidentally taking his Mama’s computer out.
Poor Mama’s mind, lost its’ cool, as her computer hit the floor and went out.
Withdrawal left steam coming out of her ears, as nightmares...

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There is too much fear in the world these days,
Fear of the unknown, scared in soo many ways!
Phobias of spiders, mice, rats and bats,
Are you frightend of nothing?  Why are you scared of that?

Scared...

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Pay attention! 
Important chicken poetry coming up, 
though no binary fantasies shall deconstruct 
into raucous biddy enjambment. 


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Grandfatber always kicked Grandmother's chickens away 
while he sat whittling under the Oak, 
Those ruddy, Cherokee...

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The music of the clanging from the chilled glass of wine,                        ...

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Upon opening the fridge this morning I found, to my great displeasure, that there was nary an egg to be found.  Posthaste I marched down to the corner market, grabbed a carton of fresh,...

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The eldest of the sons came first. He was large; as tall as a bear on its hind legs, and FAT. His chin was not one or two, but three! His stomach hung so far...

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Cyril is a squirrel that comes from the Wirral, 
he looks cute and furry but he's gone a bit feral, 
Cyril dislikes foreign squirrels, 
won't hear no ifs or buts, 
he says the tide of...

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When is hate,
voiced and aggressively acted out,
not a crime
victimizing all us criminals,
convicted and otherwise?

Should we criminalize
fear of fundamentalists
or anger about presumably predative aliens
or anxiety about internal
and external
climate changes
or worry about long-term costs compared to short-term...

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My mind was once tranquil lavender...
an equal blend of blue and red.
Sometimes a tone darker or lighter
depending upon the issue at hand-
Recently its blooming only one color.
Because I've been told over and over.
To shut up-to...

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Scant animals with their glassy hoped-for eyes
draw near to my crumbling step.
I think they want to sing me something,
carol a Mozart aria perhaps,
but they cannot
so they lift furry eyebrows
shuffle as if to say, ‘we can’t,
but...

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i was listening to Levertov read
one of her poems
and as she spoke my mind drifted
her words were of those moments
when manunkind sinks its' teeth
into the bowels of the earth
rapes untold but well known
riches for itself
my...

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Charlie and Arthur Johnson are not milking cows no more,
they’re running beef and sheep along with free-range chooks galore.
Their hobby now is ‘trotters’ (most were those you wouldn’t back)
They built a set of stables plus...

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Ain’t nobody here, 
but us plucky chickens
Ghetto goose-stepping,
every fare-thee-well welfare day!

Ain’t nobody here,
but us unlucky chickens
Urban legend has it,
that we been KFC set free

Now ain’t we pretty henpeck  clucky ...
USA   Grade A...

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A plush monk’s life was my designation
Before the process of dissolution
Then back to now, fast extrication
From enforced seizure and desecration

A simple life it was for me
Amid fertile land, its fruits aplenty
The chapter house was full...

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All is calm, it is Christmas night
Time almost still in reverence
Shutters pulled, streets empty, bare
A Holy silence reigning
Holding it's presence to celebrate a birth.

Panic over, presents exchanged
Fairy lights peep through drapes
Little ones tucked in -...

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In the cold and rolling hills of a barren South Dakota,
On bleak and uncaring reservations of the Lakota,
Live both the ancient and the young of a once proud native race—
Living with America, whiskey and a...

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i haven't retired
yet other then
retiring in my
bed which

that being said
leads me to here
where i took a day
off coughing but

not sick just clearing
my throat as if i'm
speaking instead of
simply typing what

words you are reading
and words on...

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Got free range to roam 
in a plastic dome, poorhouse farm
The debt fence keeps rooster clock me 
from payment parachute, golden eggs liberty 
Oh, such pecking order karma harm

It’s a butcher’s credit card discount
when it...

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I pack eggs on a chicken farm.
Their colours range from brown to white.
Quite often in this line of work
I see some funny sites!

When walking through the hen house
I see a yellow forest of legs.
The foliage...

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Dreaming and Wondering


I often wonder as the day unfolds,
Will I find love…as the years make me old?

And when the sun sets in the sky
Thoughts of my past go a rye

Replaced with the vision of walking...

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I had put our meeting off so many times for fear that it would fail, and be a waste of time. I prepared a lovely salad. Thought I'd make some mayonnaise. The kind I thought...

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