Long Philanthropists Poems

What I have for you today is not so much about re-treading an outdated fuel-based system--
little bit like reshuffling the chairs to fix the decay 
of a segregating Country Club.

No, this is addressed to economic...

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In my town
the spiritual warriors conjoined our nature conservancy advocates,
our homeless entertainers
mystics and muses 
incarnated all the green organic dreams 
of the food righteousness brigade,

Eternal EarthDay worshipers
began pilgrimages with gardeners 
and pet-owners 
and parents,
to establish...

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In what ways have nutritional 
and health
and financial
and well-being values increased 
over past time,
whether a season,
or a year,
or a decade,
or a lifetime,
or a millennium,
and in what ways have toxic dissonant disvalues
and decaying trends ebbed and...

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Nine lives removed from royal dignity

Five days after 
getting acquainted with darling cats
pampered like queens courtesy 
thee eldest daughter 
and her partner acquired as kittens
reminiscence occurred regarding
one particular four footed feline
my late mother doted over.

Lion...

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I stand alone and gaze upon the field full of crosses,
In silence, with an empty soul, I think of the days that have passed,
My pockets are full of sad thoughts, like faithful dogs,
I stand alone...

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I doubt a benefactor,
philanthropist,
a short-term financial investor,
could optimally provide
protect
prevail with
an ecopolitically healthy therapeutic service

Yet,
intersectionally,
interdependently,
multiculturally,
poly-sensorily
fall far short
of co-investing in cooperative
sacred green ecofeminist
organic empowering
and enlightening communion.

Disempowering
codependent
anthrosupremacist services
in some way(s) Other,
commodifying non-profit and government intention,
subjugating potential enrichment rivals,
marginalizing...

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Nine Lives Removed From Royal Dig Nitty ©?ß
(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws)

Aye attest tubby reincarnated
     from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
     named Morris...

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(alternately titled: lion eyes hide sharp claws
unless made irate, then yours truly 
bares his sharp talons 
on all of mine faux pas).

Aye attest tubby reincarnated
from one male Russian Blue
species Felis silvestris catus
named Morris if that...

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Compassion
upholding helpfulness 
toward better lives…
Such is the seed embedded along plots
of noble charitable institutions
to bloom along their vision-mission-goals
as well as to blossom 
like flowers beautifying communities
then producing laudable fruits 
effectively becoming assets and blessings, too.

Such...

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There is a building down town in the MIDST  Of POVERTYVILLE called the
POCKET. The pocket is used to store supplies and house programs for the poor.
Open the POCKET DOOR. No need for proof. Of...

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Happy New Year to come
Promises are made
New Homes
New Cars
New Life
New Meals
A New You
From the Old to the New
New Jobs
New Plans
New Careers
Remember, Jesus at hand.

New Clothes
New Degrees
New Shoes
New Hair
New Styles
New Friends
New Start
New Days
New Lands
New Names
New Times
New...

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As I sip on aged Cognac
swirling in circular sadness,
contained within cup made
of broken stained glass memories,
I witness.

Witnessing Cloud 9’s silhouette
surround this glued enigma.

Lionel Ritchie was the rock for this moment’s bliss.

“Truly in love,
with
you.”

Emanating across cathedral...

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Money & Thoughts
By: Tom Wright
1998

Strange,
how money [or the lack of,
and appearances,
influence our thought patterns,
often affecting our actions towards others.
When the affluent dare to be different
they're referred to as Individualists,
or often called Eccentric,
with "a mind of...

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I write about nature ,about me and you
My verses are directed to your senses
Theres beauty of nature that it enhances 
Human errors they magnify
I implore them to come to right track to wrong say bye
I...

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I am a refuge here!
In this foreign land-
Of luxury of darkness
Where darkness
Laughs at me
Angry winds,
Bite me like scorpions,
Mosquitoes,
Drink me like a pot of beer
Bed bugs, my nocturnal guests,
Hold conferences
To celebrate on my ribs 
Jiggers,
Rip my...

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