Long Misprint Poems
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Alliances and Allies
rebuildig from the ashes
Collission, Colapse
Imprints of trauma linger
Helicopter blades, rushing winds
Precious life hangs in the balance
Newspapers misprint the facts
They hav'nt came up with too many bright ideas
Citizens turn their eyes away from evil practiced
And the Wisdom of the Elders is misapplied
It's distinctive the vibe I feel
Completely underestimated is my heart that fights it all
Humble yet - defying the odds
As Prisoners of War lend strenght to one other
Just in hopes of seeing her face again
Besides the picture they took away and burned
It's a wonder he survived the war and remarkable what a offense can occur
Much paitents is what we must have men
But lets draw straws
On of us must become a spy
I, (and the missus)
pleased as punch residing
at this Schwenksville, Pennsylvania locale,
(since july first tooth house
sand eighteen), marks one year
and better with (on site
service) wash and wear,
but most irrefutable attraction
comprises rental assistance,
when upon the merry month of May
first, the dollar figure outlay
to occupy a single bedroom
(at this low cost
housing facility) didst veer
dramatically downward
from an initial charge,
sans five hundred, and seventy two unswear
able legal tenderloin monies,
per twelfth of Gregorian Calendar,
when aye didst tear
away the page signaling June,
thine checking account reduced sheer
lee no misprint (to win unbelievably
rosy, piddly, and giddy)
one hundred and seventy
seven buck a roos,
yet lesser benefits appended, asper
this bucolic, diatonic,
and harmonic rear
opportunity to espy
white tailed non *****
yule less doe ting mama
belonging to Cervidae family app pear
ring to take shelter in a narrow
(sunset) strip somewhat near
enough from mine
inside perch oblivious
to this mad capped (Alfred E. Neuman),
who whiz stumping for elections midyear
essentially to reinstate
"FAKE" King Crimson Lear
on the throne,
who strongly objects to killdeer
for eats or sport,
and silences those hood jeer
his reverence toward gentle creatures
including near extinct albino blushing zebra,
hooves warp and weave interlinear
within said (postage size
token) plot here ~ 1+ hectare
secluded upon a tract
off the beaten commercial
domain and glare
with suburban sprawl,
a hop, skip and jump fair
lee quickly disappearing
"in the name of progress"
though vanishing wild
life eyes find endear
ring, though thine psyche
wracked with despair
no matter ample (spacious
free) parking, a clear
bonus as well un
limited water usage
and to top off the list donated
up for grabs non-sellable (stales) breads,
cakes, fruits, vegetables
about twice a week doth appear.
Hostile offish right on cloud 9 luke warm listen close
Fielders choice milestones deeper still mindzones
Secret reveals the Truth more
Lies distant themselves from God'[s Throne
Flower gold what spells a watchman match wan degress full grown
Goodmen die for want for riches slowly it hits home
Beakers like life spans speak more of hotzones
Corruption overcame its own past holds
Decided discipline located lost Tomes
Prayer Meditation Night fasts waiting to see if Allah comes home
Supplication hear the crys of the Poor so you can hear God speak
It's only accendiation that releases a soul from this dark world
\Wo men spells Woman keep the E silent but dont ignore his calls Soap
Redirect misprint inform the Public of care phones
Careful but not overconfident unmet expectations remind us of White Stars and Blue Globes
Cleverness trickery deception realization that Heaven is never basis of past experiences
Fierceness crulety fluid motion knights Hope
Landing gear drop zones coordinates A Child's Hope
Average prominent excells a false Hope
Compelled weeknesses opened a vase glass blown
Blayze Chisel the space in between Time and the space of here and now
It's All about Glassglow
If you're reading this, honey
it means the diner is burning,
It's not a typo or a misprint,
but a message:
Witches are wisdom-embedded
women who have seen worse things
than the business end of a newt's behind
I once made a man cry with desire
on a whim by telling him who he was
at twenty-five, I hadn't yet realized
it's really just a trick of language
to be specific
pick the bits of a person, hanging
like snagged teeth on stems
of last night's arugula
reading their cards like tarot on credit
serve the assessment of them
with a side of sugar they'll call it magic,
make you marry if you're good at it—knowing
when to grind the spices is the icing
sin of men or Saigon cinnamon no matter
witches as women, as wisdom get better
in time, in the garden, in the kitchen
slow-cooking rhymes that melt men's masks
over jasmine rice, like loose meat
so the young girls feeding at our hems
can remember the recipe