Long Monitors Poems

“Blue Angels, Black Sheep, Monitors and The House of Random Penguins” 

The womb
is scooped like 
an over ripe melon
Time is the incorrigible felon,
the forgotten lost garden explored 
overturned and raked, 
neatly messed, 
in more ways...

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Writing about daisies roses rainbows and waterfalls helped me
Escape the madness of the city LIFE.  The JUNGLE. 
Whenever I wished to return I laid my pen down and
Anticipated the next siren.  So...

I laid...

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Q:  How will the US's government use surveillance systems to start
      spying on believers and the rest of the non believing world also?

A:  It will through the surveillance...

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Cat is a good old dog
But sometimes he cases my hogs
Cat has been around for a long time
I miss the days when he was in his prime
He used to kill squirels and sometimes my cats
But...

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It is not new. The thirteen families, and Freemasons have been plotting for hundreds of years. Here are the thirteen families that make up the list. Rothchild, Bundy, Collins, Ayers, Kennedy, Rockefeller, DuPont, Freeman, Li,...

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I have problems seeing the Christian God as the Alpha and Omega
-
All phases of life depending on Him
No matter what decision's made, he has the ball in his court-

He plays games in spite our feelings...

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Winds of change 
are fanning the flames 
are fanned by the deranged. 
The flames of misdirection, 
the winds giving chase 
(orchestrated by instruments to enrage. 
Horned cheering section.) 
Drones of the BlackRock, riders in holdings...

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I hit the master switch
And all the lights and racks come on at once
The mood lights overhead, the rack equipment, flashing, glowing
Keyboards, amps, mixer, recorder, effects, EQ, sound mods, sequencers
Screens, laptop, pedals, playback system, and...

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Dedicated to the Officers and crew of
USS Columbia (SSN 771)

Goodbye Sun

We are welcomed by men in 
immaculate whites
Through a hatch
we descend a steep ladder
into "The Last Slider"

From a narrow corridor we enter
into the brain and...

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‘Twas two thousand and fifty AD, Planet earth found it’s tipping point, this year was decision year, leaders of every country of our world came together to formulate a workable system to prevent the inevitable...

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It’s not just bricks and mortar
Nor a distant memory 
But the ground roots of our livelihood
And our future destiny. 

As this place prepares to close 
When the final bell will sound 
To mark the end...

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I like being awake all night 
like I'm a secret person 
not real at all 
 
child of night, known by no one 
living underneath the earth 
negative space, living like no one 
known by...

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Today is National cookie day…a day to celebrate that delicious, mouthwatering treat…but as we bite into that cookie…let’s not forget the cookie sheet.

While we’re enjoying the aroma of all those cookies someone’s making…let’s not forget...

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The way the nurse looked at me, told me
That something wasn’t quite right
It’s why I‘d gone to the surgery that day
I’d been feeling nauseous all night,
The nurse called the doctor, who came to say
“We’re going...

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Created a little ditty about hypocrites and 
double standards, racists with drawing boards. 
Media dinners with dubious 
double meaning placards.
The Spade of hearts. 
The Jack of Swords.
An adversity of diversity, 
assorted stuff for their hating,...

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I couldn’t even stop myself from sacrificing everything for you
How could I be trusted with your last breath?
My recital of a photo albums worth of memories
Induced a coat of water in everyone's eyes  
But...

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Trump Administration Advances Plan to Relax Gun-Export Rules found Poem

The Trump administration 
Sought to relax export rules for American small arms,
 including semiautomatic rifles, handguns, and sniper rifles.

Because the NRA said 
the solution to gun...

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Those years were freshened years but the sea
Was filled with stomach cramps, and with burning tips
	Against the psychosis on essential truthful belly
Vibrating of dying fishes
As they were jumping angry over the sun's rim
as if they...

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It seems, in truth, that I'm such a glutton,
          For a pulsing, lighted or sliding button.

Christmas, for me? An arriving shipment,
     ...

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This world, this existence, this reality, remains so shaky
That living here seems to be like a stay inside an eggshell!
Why, from the uncertainty of the actual moment
To the dramatic shadows looming above the future
Living in...

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At home, I have witness them all,
 Witness the process of germinating
 From precious seed sown amongst thorn and tares,
 To taken root, even when there’s no chance
 There is unverified full hatred,
 Wild spurious...

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Poet: Ken Jordan
Poem: My Illness 
Edited by: Sparkle Jordan (Medicine Woman)
written: September/2012


Through 
the illness
of my 
body,
and
spirit,

I see myself
asleep
on a gurney...

and
soundless
as they
lift me 
onto
a
stainless 
steel bed -

There are
monitors 
all around
me,
camera's,
surgical
instruments,
and six
huge
hand adjusted
operating
room lights....

shinning
from the ceiling -

Four Nurses
walked in,

a Surgeon,
and two
attending 
Physicians  -

They began
to...

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Fourteen days...
			Ted, what will become of you?
Two weeks back, you were lifted out and rushed
to intensive care, breathing but fitting,
unable to tell us how it felt to
be born with wires, tubes, winking lights and graphs,
monitors...

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