Long Grubbing Poems

I was working for Jack Daymond, a farmer,
who farmed livestock, potatoes and vines.
I s’pose he had over two hundred cattle.
The spuds and the grapes grew in lines. 

Oh gawd! Jack had me slaving ‘til sunset,
keeping...

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Doctors (particularly biomedical engineers)...
really trolley train hard to keep track of patients

Eye tell ya we (spuds)
pulled up stakes after four yar
and zero scores ago living in Bryn Mawr
salutary heart and lungs figurative
storied Main Line Health...

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Adjusting Appetizing Palates.
I have sampled the variety,
I am the one who has tasted life;
The one who has had a taste of life.
Rarely indulged in the main course-
Seldom a full meal-
I come hungry-
To leave satisfied...
I want...

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now…what does a “pastor” do?
hmmm…a “pastor” reads to a flock of sheep from a work of
fiction, much like a mother might read to a small child from a
storybook &
when the eyes wide with belief begin...

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(Any resemblance between said title,
as told tummy by ya finch,
and commander in chief,...
not accidental, nor a cinch
buttock hum posed on behalf

of these bottom ming out
fifty states, plus Puerto Rico inch
ching, donning, and clamoring
desperately for fluffin...

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on change

in that quiet place, faint
amongst the soft chatter,
the drizzle of little things hanging,
or the operations of daily dispute;
i’ve dipped down into the trough of self,
indulged in uninterrupted reverie,
as hallucinogen and spirit slow dance, 
or...

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And when you wake up it’s a good time
and you had the drugs
yer! you spun them up
searching for a good time
seems to cost so much
buying into a narcotic vein mixed with blood

A tiny window
do you...

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 *This is my First Slam Poetry Hope You Like It.....

 Alarm Clock, Waking, Can't Get Up, Snooze Button, Snoozing, Alarm Clock, Waking, Waking and Baking, Baking, Baked Out The Mind, Bacon, Dozen Eggs, Sausage,...

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The old ones have all gone now
up those Golden Stairs.
There's hay stacked for the horses in the barn.
They're grubbing up potatoes
and stacking corn stalks high
'cause Bertha's coming home tonight
up those Golden Stairs.

Willie is laughing and...

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The wheels of justice might turn slow,
but...fear not those Dom (men knows)
minions defrauding decent folks...THUS
We (the Gods/Goddesses of Olympus)
interrupt this regularly scheduled pro
gram to deliver urgent unanimous verdict...

Telegram Spake Reportage...Justice
handed down from court of King...

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The whole world I can measure in this cornfield.
Why would I need
to go to Indiana or Pennsylvania
or Katmandu?

Ohio is right here, and the rattling gold of the corn is here.
Yes Indiana has its rustic temples...

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After a full day grubbing tussocks that infested public land,
in a popular reserve that our committee had long planned,
we relaxed and had a few drinks to help ease our aches and pains,
and we spoke on...

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What Of This Niggardly Miserable Earth

What of this niggardly miserable earth
this small plot awaiting a white tombstone
when she cares and asks what is it all worth
once enslaved a soul fades into bone
a place to arrive...

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I am a man with a plan,
A murderous heart,
I plan to rip out,
My x-wife's heart,
I'm going drive her to madness,
And bring complete sadness,
By involving people she thinks,
Are her friends,
Me and my family have agreed,
To do...

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You can't entice this mind of ice
leg locking , vice device stalking
full aware of the ware's your hocking
digging for gold with hook and chisel
i'll put the fizzle in your sizzle
flame you out without a doubt
i'll...

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I am cutting ties
that I knotted to a faraway soil.
Exiled no longer at the tiller
of a long beached fishing boat
that bobs only on the legends
of ancient waves.
Those fluent in soul-breathing,
the Celtic poets, 
those wind-chiming lyricists,
are...

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Blasted through the arteries of great wide open spaces
like fuel-injected bullets from some laser-sighted gun,
over-priced and deathtrap built, nothing cars to nowhere places,
trailing prisms of bleeding sump oil underneath the cooling sun.

From the money-grubbing fingers...

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It is time to get fresh America,
to be plucked wriggling out of that shining sea,
a fresh baked humanity, moon-beam buckled.
Pass no more pay-day-loans
into the purses of the pawn-shopping poor,
give no witness nor evidence
of city shame,...

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The armada sailed before my 
eyes, crispy autumn leaves in
the evening breeze. Into  the 
mist of the cooling pool, away
on a voyage of serenity
The watching reeds and sedge
wave farewell, the damsel and
the dragonflies in...

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My love for this, the fourth season,
Lives within it’s own secret joy,
‘Tis all so very pleasin’,
To watch Nature employ,
Her whims on this Florida boy.

The warm soft breeze from the Okee lake,
Seductively luring the snowbird crowd,...

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SCORNED    ELEPHANT


Squat and stuck
On the flat wetted
Skid-streaked take-off strip
Snub-nosed Jumbo sprawls about dissipated
Under  the beery stares of uncouth deriding youth.
Swine scorn a pearl, greedily grubbing for acorns.
How can they know lustre...

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Ohio is right here, and the rattling gold of
earth-born corn is here.
All over creation the sky is wide open
and the green and yellow stalks are swaying
right here.

Here the wind-songs are rough and ready,
yet they are...

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Never Give Up
Miracle Man
11/20/2024

Each person is given
an allotted time from birth,
We use this time, dubbed life,
trying to prove our worth.

Many will become famous
accomplishing great things,
While the disadvantaged
dreams of living like kings.

Many face daily laboring
in the...

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It's my last day with the old giants
 In mourning I hike the lost trails,
 sniffing the aroma of the bark,
 that cinnamon of the forest
 Under tepees of wood
 in a membrane of shadows,
...

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It's my last day with the old giants
 In mourning I hike the lost trails,
 sniffing the aroma of the bark,
 that cinnamon of the forest
 Under tepees of wood
 in a membrane of shadows,
...

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