Long Overwork Poems

"Wonder
or radical [polypathic, polycultural] amazement
is a prerequisite for an authentic [ecopolitical] awareness
of that which is;
[regenerative love-rooted v degenerative fear-rooted
messages,
actions,
choices,
decisions regarding democratically cooperative
egalitarian
health and security for all];

it [polypathic open-systemic (0)-sum Wonder]
refers not only to what we...

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Dear self-conscious, enthusiastic, helper girl,

My words of advice to you are to take one day at a time.  For even your worst day, is only 24 hours.  There are so many times you...

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All That ‘I AM’ - Revisited

Let all that ‘I AM,’ yes, my pulp, seed, and cover,
from dreams long misplaced to the fears, I’m resisting
(though friends think them offal). My eye’s tears from mote
(that makes sparks...

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well not again no not just yet, but then again, I mean maybe, why not, 
       so now its back to yes. I dont know what I am fixing...

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Disclaimer: My account got deleted a few months back so I am reuploading my poem "Command"


Oh honey, you ‘ain't doing it right
We all learn where our place is at home
I guess its my fault for...

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Once there was a famous king,
More famous than Ozymandias.
His name was King Wolf. 
Sultan was his nickname.
He called himself a benevolent despot;
And his style of government 
A ‘democratic dictatorship.’

He spoke good English— 
A foreign language,...

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Sometimes I feel boredom settling in like dust,
Shrouded in the island of a single thought-
Works to be done and lying unfinished.

There are obligations one cannot wriggle out.
As a housewife, I have to wake up early...

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One day I went to school without doing homework
Out of tension mind went berserk
How could I forget I was such a jerk 
Scared of teacher from homework would never shirk

In class teacher asked about it...

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The lines were blurred for prisoners who slaved
in mines or rowed the heavy wooden ships
for years, while overseen by men depraved,
who tormented and drove with leather whips.

As lines were crossed by those who felt no...

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Was it the death of the child,
playing in the busy street,
where traffic frequently exceeds speed limits,
in neighborhoods like this one,
even in summer evenings when children gather
with stick and ball?

Or was it the single mother,
who allowed...

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Cambodia, the Khmer Rouge movement, the leader Pol Pot,
Killed twenty-five percent of the population, a fact most people forgot.
To spare you is no profit, to destroy you is no loss,
That was the ideology of the...

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I’m lost. 

It’s nothing new, I just sit around and overthink, overcompensate, over complicate, overwork the brain but it has its limits. 

I see now what I do, how I am, who I become when...

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I'm just an old-fashioned, flannel lumberjack shirt.
My father was some overalls, a farmer of dirt.
I'm a worn out and holey pair of cotton socks,
An unwanted sweater, packed away in a box.

My son's a fancy ascot...

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Standing outside,
Working in the heat,
Skin charred and brown,
Weathered and leathery.
There toils the laborer.  

He’s fixed at a distance,
Huddled with others.
Like warehouse items,
Tools packed together,
Yet to be used.  

His clothes are caked,
Decorated with dirt...

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5...

4...

3...

2...

1... lets go

Tick Tock Tick Tock, time can be a blur, we all need to enjoy each minute, each second that much I can concur, before I go on I apologize if my words are...

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Tired lids to buckets of endless hours
open cracks and creaks
and cold saps their strength.
Exhaustion gives 
and so do lids
for I was not born a god.

As end to time,
results evade.
Exasperation grasps unthinking.
Sudden shaking, endless quaking;
Axes work...

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It’s not hard work that kills a man,
But overwork shortens lifespan.
Indolence also does the same,
No work sure makes a person lame.

Many, in order to gain clout,
Work so hard, they wear themselves out.
Taking regular time to...

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When I first took up residence,
We were neighbours who kept to ourselves.
But I needed more room
Abundantly provided
Thanks to your unwitting generosity.

That's when your trouble started.
Those odd bouts of tiredness
You put down to overwork and stress.
All...

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He played in the hills that day,
And in the evening he heard the call to gather,
And he came running,
Eager that he might learn.

He listened to the older horses:
No horse is lucky till dead ...
A horse’s...

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