Long Proofing Poems

Have you seen a Rockwell 1950's Lemonade Wars?
Two girls, both white of course,
dressed for YoungRepublican success
scowling at each other on a pristine deserted street
of the tree-lined rich suburban variety,
arms folded across their angry 
relentless middle-class...

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My friend told me that she said that I was a pooh pooh butt.
Who told you?
My friend said that he was talking about my mama.
Your mama is wonderful.
Is it possible they were saying something good?
I...

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I haint donning royal carpet treatment

No stuntman/woman showed up, 
albeit intervened in timely fashion
to thwart mishaps experienced 
courtesy me I bemoan,
and poet lore re: yet of Perkiomen Valley
Pennsylvania, United States of America
never suffered major illness...

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I am happily teaching my second grade students two bully-proofing strategies earlier today.
These powerful  anti-bullying techniques are "the thank you" and the "skip away" both invented by me.
First I explain that the mean bullying...

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we knew capitalism had turned ugly
after the first lemonade stand drive by 
children denounced their parents
when their eyes were opened
to supply side economics 
and demand side criminal enterprise
plunging on in a premeditated stupor
they floated between...

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French Bread
	
	
	Your index finger 
	draws figure-eights 
	in the dusting of flour 
	on the counter top 
	where you lean
	quite casually, 
	watching as I make 
	a loaf of French bread. 
	Then, laughing a bit, 
	you insert your...

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Aw shucks, I did sustain
moderately serious injury
series of unfortunate events
ludicrous and quite insane,
yours truly did previously explain
while crouching (think

Tony as papier mâché Tiger),
aye fell backward, where sharp
desktop corner didst train
ground zero right side rib cage...

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Extra weight no longer a problem for shallow water, 
We bulked up for the next leg of our journey, 
Water containers, even some canned goods
An acceptable luxury in our seventeen foot canoe, 
A canvas topping...

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A perfectly functioning mind is an amazing contraption!
 

If oddball facts are not “your thing” - the one I’ve just discovered, and which I’m going to share with you - aware that it may boar...

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Have you ever lived in a tall building? Dawn strikes suddenly and irradiates these glass-walled, high-rise rooms. Lisa showed me how quickly the thick windows - if you press your face against them - go...

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Would you crusade to remote regions
in search of that timeless tomb, the one made of seasalt & sandstone,
to towns tempered by the terror of war, windswept with worry,

Do prayer calls of the Jihadist singe the...

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Twenty-one years old,
or should I say young,
with the fair coloring and
grace of a trumpeting swan.
Youth of intellect and
a goodness.

He attended an LGBTQ+ meeting
on the campus of the
University of Wyoming on
October 6, 1998,
afterwards he dropped by
the...

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I am who I am
Born to live and breathe
No stress but being relieved
Sense of feeling don’t belong
It’s a situation of no get along
Clothes identify a person
Distinction
It’s not a fashion statement proofing a point
Its clothing taste...

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An affinity for romance re-kindled
Our autumn walk severed from the rush of people
A different kind of membership
       a cool zone
       as leaves fall...

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Hungering, thirsting, my stammering lips burst
With words floundering at the bridge of need
I stagger each lonely time away from the curst
The broken wings of long lament, the dry weed
Of discontent, the abused bitter penitent. And...

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Back I go retracing steps.
Against the tide I must tread,
Following the arrows down in reverse.
Each arrow head points back to moments gone,
To a time before the dawn of days past.

The footprints I must retread
Lead backwards...

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Were I a drifter before?
Wandering in a world I haven’t a clue I was from?
Perhaps closer to the truth I saw
How wondering into nights were days gone...

I sat and watch another day going by
Did I...

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Critical tendencies and agitated mind,
misread beginnings to like all in kind.
Air of the heaven and sensation in prime,
force of life and death at the same time.

Devotion aroused giving all for nothing,
which reality turns perception touching.
Endurance...

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The rain appeared, arctic 
Spattered the duck board 
As angry pellets flinched 
And recoiled 

Boathouse dank, bleak 
Galley proofing transpire 
Moist and humid 
With sense of Frangelico 
And bitter almonds 

The sord chattered 
With new...

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