Long Mobbing Poems

I'd like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we're only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see...

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[Wishing a joyous Christmas to all the poets at Soup, and may all have a very happy, healthy and productive 2020!] 

Christmas has sadly lost much of its significance. Yes, we pay lip service to...

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Premature irrelevance of Donald Trump?

Heartfelt congratulations
to Raphael Warnock,
now slated to become
first Black senator of Georgia
cuz he defeated Senator
Kelly Loeffler quite a shock
as troopers fuel related headlines
Jon Ossoff also declared victory
over Republican Senator David Perdue

arrows drawn...

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I was a boy when we met .
Soulless with no practice to test ,
Selfless, that I couldn't share you my chest ,
And I remained so fallen as a chrest .

A numbnut who new nothing of...

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Obtain a regenerative yield,
a positive,
rather than negative, feedback loop,
better than a dissonance feedback screech
of mental and physical madness,
political parties become monocultural mobbing holocausts,
bodies become cancerous hoarders,
churches designed by and for
hierarchical inequalities of spiritual-natural responsibility
for plutocratic...

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Why do you love me, future seed, past flower
When I reminesce on deeds, on future glower

The flower of my youth was but a future forlorn
The seed of my present a tear unborn

Past loved what? -...

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Disgrace

Aloof the satisfaction of my indifference, I identified this taboo that seem to chime deeper into the ears of my heart demanding the poet's write undivided attention.

I got cut off from the rest of the...

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monstrous sound slashes silence              
the bellow of a giant beast, 
or the flutter of a thousand wings
elevations and indiscriminate creed will not...

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I can't believe you don't believe
we just rolled passed your fenced in home
But we left something behind
People looking and thinking if we're their kind
I feel like a clown
Then you pretend We're not around
People know where...

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Friend,
Tell me no more...
Tell me no more about trust,
For trust is a barren risk,
A naked wire,
With no remorse or warranty
Tell me not about truth,
For truth has become a figment of imagination...
Truth has become propaganda, slander...

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Plasticine-boy´s life was a continual liq quiver,
it was a sight to see.
There was nothing original in him, except fear,
without impulse nor opinion
even with no defined color
adaptable to anyone
just like the chameleons.

Always modeled by the hands...

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How many minions, I wonder, are out there?
I read the signs and their narcissistic prayer.
Some feel righteous and hallowed indeed.
Preaching their hapless sanctimonious creed.

Ecstatic euphoria, stripped from backs of others.
Would you act this way in...

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I am done being your puppet
I am done fulfilling your wishes
I am done living your life
I am done being you
Living to throat clenching social conformities
The unbearable heat of me supposed to know this and that
I...

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Crows are mobbing a hawk,
it is perched on a high branch,
striving to ignore
the sharp beaked onslaught,
yet it cannot withstand for long,
the onrushing claws and wings.

The crows work as one together,
they are relentless,
the larger raptor lifts...

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