Long Outmoded Poems

America First
speaks a RightWing monocultural intention
currently championed by Trumpians
and Republican Aristocracy of Evangelism 
Tea Partiers,
by xenophobic paranoids
and sociopathic pharisee fascists,
by economically blind
deaf
and angry 
bigoted
terrified shouters;
just the opposite of dumb,
yet not cooperatively mindful either
of our global...

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Old misunderstandings of how Earth
and Her species
evolve,
regeneratively and degeneratively change,
sometimes in revolutionary expansive/implosive quick and great transitions,
but more traditionally in slow-grow emergent spacetime development,
are often summarized in secular capitalism's
Might Makes Fertile Right.

While this does capture...

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You say we’re all one thought away
from seeing a woman and having a rape,
then proclaim we’re patriarchal monsters
if we act like gentlemen on a date.
You say that you have no need of us,
that it’s a...

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Bare skull and cross bones
     existence on the peripheral
     outskirts of poker flats
lives a slip of a man,
     whereat he never felt deserving
...

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What's man that heaven turned to hell
in Eden's garden? It's a tale,
as old as time before the flood,
before Cain spilled Abel's blood.

Subtler than murder, the neighbor 
grows rich against the miserably poor;
with might, the sword...

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As we bring in spring the thing I mainly dread,
Is preparing overbearing taxes for the Feds.

If I had the power to empower anything,
I’d shower that power on a tax decoder ring.

This sure thing ring would...

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Life had accelerated
to a dizzying pace
do this-
go there-
a madcap race
that made no sense
no reason or rhyme
but you never noticed
for who had the time?

You meant no harm
but spiritual disciplines
that once meant so much
~ had to go...

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A Theology of Boxes

By Mark Stucky
Praise God for “boxes”
        that form infrastructure for living!
Praise God for customs, conventions, and traditions
        that...

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Sometimes back, I used to be...
A role without a model, a student without success,
Where “sounds great” was a phrase I struggled to express.
But sometimes back, I used to be...
A star in my childhood memory,
Chasing dreams...

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Obsession

Obsession with "O's"

Oh, obsession’s obfuscating oligarchy
Oceans of oblivion
Outrage in ostentatious obsession
Overrun in hurricanes named obdurate and obstinate
Overtures of oxidized compulsive orchestration in
Obbligatos overflowing obituaries -
Overbearing octaves of the obsequious –
Orations of overt objections
Objectivity overpopulated by...

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Powder blue.
Postman Raleigh frame,
Wheels that were thin and far from de rigeur at the time.
An ode to the horrors of Shelly with its salvaged parts,
None matching saddle and outmoded bell.
Smooth plastic pedals.

A Gift.
Not as I...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2uqZhnqHMAg


The orchestra strains to be symphonic --- a bee in a tin box.
Cigar smoke thunders, molecules of sound wilt
only to be dialed up through brass lungs.
The combo is quaintly upholstered, a classic sports car
driven by...

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These grassy margins under sky of blue,
so peaceful. Then a rumble, sudden blast – 
can you stand your ground as the train roars through?

Here’s Progress. Boston, all across this New
England, folks with tickets for transit...

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With the spirit which inspired me to be my real self
Allow me to fly once again
The dreams seized by your unrealising mind lies still in my heart
Drums beaten to wake my tensile veins 
But silence...

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We look at the distant days
And call them outmoded,
We look at the present days
And say yesterday has faded.

This we often say in a clamour
That carries a feel of glamour.

We turn a slack eye to our...

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Blunt brain such stale dogma holds
Tighter than crags hug dewy molds; 
She spurns sparks Reason confers, 
And terms sanest wit profitless fuss. 

Sweetest rank her outmoded views, 
Above strictest sense and full clues; 
Cherished most...

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I'm locked in
True to the end

Tunnel vision on Fleek
To my foes, idleness, I bequeath

An oak tree standing
not moving, glorious goals I'm demanding

The sun in my soul burns
Sweet dreams, my heart yearns

Aspiring to beautiful heights 
Not...

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I see many faces appearing in the night 
Societies outcast oblivious to perils 
which accompany their plight 
Dressed in dingy costumes, Masquerading as 
Creatures weary of a painful life 
Sleeping in desolate quarters 
Oh what...

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We who are pink shoes
we always have real fun,
always walking, walking prose ...
parading, parading ... with humor

Constantly we walk so quiet
for walking so much tiredness!
but we gladly adorn fairy feet
we don't complain of boredness ..

We...

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No one can tell
If it will end well
If anyone knows
It would be a nose
That has never been 
A humanly made being 

The blues fear
Red devil cheers 
But the match turned severe 
And the last laugh...

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I’ve somehow become a curmudgeon.
Before you pooh-pooh and go judgin,’
Just wait ‘til your age
Hits the outmoded stage
Yet from all you believe you’re not budgin.’

I take note of the way people act
And don’t think that I...

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