Long Mortgage Poems

One day not long past our economy faltered
And wouldn’t improve if our course were unaltered.

'Cause we buy stuff at Wal-Mart (where things are dirt cheap)
'Cause they buy from China (treats workers like sheep

(So farmers left...

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Contend with me while you can 
Contend with me and I will deliver the master plan
Contend with me and I will make you smile
We have been through worse than this
And we have always rise up...

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This is the 2nd Half - sorry, this is the only way to get my long pieces posted - an full length audio version is also posted 


“Every single person, and the minister agreed…and just...

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God bless those who are the readers of these words
Well God bless the people that read these verses or In this passage our truth be told from my experience
 these are the facts and the...

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The moral mortgage of mice and men 

Yours truly quite astute,
especially regarding cute
little field mice, also known 
as meadow voles,
which imprecation one doth emote,
when aforementioned animal burrows inside
leaving pellet size poop in their wake
suddenly presenting...

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The echoes of my past come
as a rumbling noise or a murmur
reminding me what I had gone through
and how I got to where I am now.

The twirls, the turns, the detours,
the deviations I took in...

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18 years had past and i knew it all,  just living carefree, having a ball.
Thought i knew love, true love i was sure,
Got engaged to get married was certain i was ready for a...

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Gateway town, Mississippi and Missouri river flooding confluence,
with its celebration of manifest destiny, its looming, iconic archway.
Stainless westward marker, its culture flowed southward for influence
within the lawn-jockey, pink flamingo neighborhoods of moral decay. 

T.S, Eliot,...

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Thirsty

I could tell right away he was up ta sum thin.
I could see it in doze beady eyes!
His wordz were smooth in a snake like sorta way,
my pappy says heze city smooth.
He don't look like...

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Stolen golden treasure chest
Dead man lying on his chest
Discarded like garbage
Because we act like we all savage
Eaten by vultures
As greed transcends cultures
Lying gypsies 
False omens like eclipses
Fake prophecies
They packed their bags for those ill fated...

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All In The Name Of "Progress"

The wrecking ball long since
demolished boyhood house zen
located at 324 Level Road,
a once nonagricultural,
pastoral, rural residence,
which soulful yen
I called home while
veritably sequestered, quarantined, positioned...
sprawled atop spaciously shingled roof
countless years (B)efore...

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I can hear you calling me to join you for a cup of tea.I can hear you calling me to sample your homemade coffee .I have not had breakfast in years and I have missed...

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As a resident of Schwenksville Boro for five plus years...

Intersection upon adventitious
encounter, when first seed of genocide planted
unsuspecting subsequent rapid usurpation
quickly eradicated rightful breed
of what coalesced into thee Americas. 

I experience stir of echoes haunting
Perkiomen...

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Two fine films: The Lost City and Blood Diamond.
I joined Blood Diamond during a village massacre
and said to my wife A gun in every home.
Those devils would think twice
before razing the village and seizing the...

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Two four-letter words,
I truly despise
Got nothing but hate for them,
I’m not gon lie ... 
but I got my reasons why
Jobs!
Politicians always seem to forget
to put menial in front of it
I’m a Hebrew snob,
don’t come talking...

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Time is a cheeky bastard.
You can't rewind it.
There are no do overs.
Depending where your time starts,
Decides your memories, you don't decide.
Your surroundings create how you feel about yourself and others.
Love, trust, feelings, emotions ingrained in...

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My first ten years (or childhood), I'd say were pretty great.
although my confidence could easily deflate.
To be a teen - For this I could not wait!
I wanted a nice boyfriend and loved that first big...

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on this stage
 as i face the struggle within
 setting the past aside
 i've grown used to my indecent hostilities
 transfixed by the sadness of poverty 

i tire of the disappearance of life
 doing things...

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This town, this Silk Road had no toll to pay
  yet from the east caravans again fill its
pharaonic marble and glass temples. Monolith

malls rise its clefts, eco-wilderness morph
  into multiplex cinemas; mini golf...

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Every bodies afraid of going into business
what happens if the company goes bankrupt 
does that mean I'll lose my home and everything else
to the debts of a bad investment

People can start limited liability companies 
companies...

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I opened my eyes and questioned the America I use to know.
The America that stood for hope and a better life was
crumbling. Americans fighting, destroying, arguing, protesting,
and killing! The Hate that has infected many is...

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REFLECTIONS ON POSTWAR AMERICAN PRESIDENTS
 
Truman became President by accident, which
probably explains why, on the whole, he did a good job.
Eisenhower, deprecated as an inveterate bungler,
a shillyshallying,  grinning incompetent,
is now beginning to emerge as...

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They’re drawing the curtains in Dorking,
Lighting the candles and pouring the lotions.
Switching off TV’s and shelving resentments,
Checking on children asleep in the darkness,
Creeping   up hallways   like teenage lovers.
Stairs and hopes creaking...

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When I was ten I went to England 
with my mother and younger sister.  
It was the Queen's Silver Jubilee. For Monarchists, 
you’ll know what a lot of fanfare goes on.  
There were...

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Workingman

It’s one o'clock in the morning on a Monday
Not much to look forward to this week.  Just another week in the life of a workingman.  Punch the clock.  Punch the boss. ...

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