Long Propel Poems

I wrote a sad but true urban legend called “Dillen and the DMV” last week.
Here follows an update.

Background Review:

One of my health care employees, Dillen, has wicked ADD, borderline intelligence, not qualifying for disability supports,...

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The world is constantly changing 
People are steadily rearranging 
Life seems to be a gigantic nightmare 
Keep moving, but never getting there 

This country was built on the backs of slaves 
Our ancestors buried in...

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I woke up this morning with courage over my back and wisdom in my hat
I was determined to put an end to the sneaky kangaroo rats
No one had done me anything but I was reeling...

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The Game of Hockey 

By Government decree, lacrosse
Is Canada’s national sport,
But in the hearts and minds of Canadians,
Hockey rules supreme.
Hockey is a winter sport enjoyed by Canadians since 1875,
When the game was first played, on...

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On the extremity of  a tall bank 
Of big broken stones in round circle done
We reached up a more cruel clutter flank;

And there, for the horrible and strong stun
Of rotten stench which the deep...

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Everybody moved out of the country to get a taste of the shining city
Ripe banana, ripe plums, are perishing in Uncle Sam’s broiling sun
I cannot stand the scorching heat that is swelling up from the...

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Far beyond the horizon we gazed at sunlit skies 
glowing from gigantic mountains, thick blue clouds
hang peacefully over our heads, painting hopes and 
aspirations as we journey relentlessly to recapture
our dreams.

We have been climbing this...

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I just can’t get over this unsettling feeling
 That has my spirit reeling
I just cannot get over this unsettling feeling
That keeps me yearning
If someone had hit me with a stone
Then I would have taken the...

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Where Were You
   Where Were You as I sat Alone on the end of the dock, looking longingly into the night sky. As the so many stars that filled my eyes, and the...

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a heave and a shove, into the ocean she goes
where she stops no one knows,
floats and floats till it may sink
you may spot it with  red ribbon bows.

message in a bottle set off to...

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A long verse on an even longer subject

The eye of most everything is money
Their power over us is unsurpassed
Hey, got the dough? May call me “honey”
To get away, to buy me things, to have a...

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Your life on earth, though short or long,
is like a note in an endless song.
Live virtuously and make it count,
So, you can live on like a fount.

A virtuous life runs counter to,
the natural drives that...

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Your contingency plan is dead from the minute it rolls off the bed. Your contingency plan is dead and it is not going to spread; it is packed with corruption and it is as heavy...

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Here I am looking at the sand
Here I am waiting on the man
Here I am standing up strong
Here I am  absorbing the consciousness
embedded in the heart of the faraway land
I am waiting for ...

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I am still here waiting
Waiting for something to happen
I am still here waiting
Waiting for you to come
Christmas has come and gone
And here I am still waiting on the wet lawn
Daybreak stares desperately in my eyes
As...

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#BEHIND CLOSED DOORS, OH WHAT WE STORE! SILENTLY ABHOR! TO OUR DETRIMENT, {CHANGE}THAT SHOULDN'T BE IGNORED. DOING NOTHING OR LESS, WHERE PERTINENT, INSTEAD OF MORE!  TURNOUT/BURNOUT...AN UNEVEN SCORE. 

EATING, DRINKING, SMOKING, "YOU NAME IT"...

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My heart yearns for something that is bigger than me  and my spirit keeps searching for it, it is not buried in the sand by the sea but it is somewhere beyond hills waiting...

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I see them coming out of the meeting with smiles and laughter all over their faces, everyone was hugging and greeting each other with kisses on Jaws and forehead, and hands locked into one another.

I...

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well now, let’s see, 
if you live in “the land of the
free,” 
you get to see people get blown
away at a higher frequency these days,
because of
“individuals”
who have snapped,
right?
couldn’t be the wonderful capitalist 
gangbang, that squeezes...

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Mitchell: The most expensive working girls employed by this establishment are what I call shielas. Class A shielas include all specimens of female physicality who were blessed to have inherited near perfect DNA, have taken...

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I am leaving whichever  way it goes
I am leaving to end this miserable show
I dont know where I am going but
I am leaving, I don't know where I am going
But the tides are turning,...

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Something strange propel me out of my air bed this morning
It wasn't the stinking smell of pork burning in the oven
or the guy upstairs  jumping up and down the screechy stair way
Neither was it...

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Fragmented fairytales, Fermented freedom
There's no remorse for the dead, this I know
For, I've been dead for far too long
While there's not one ounce of sympathy to show
Red Redemption, Rhapsody Right 
I'm bromidic, lost, shallow, cold...

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GUARDIAN OF HAUTE-SAVOIE

At Pointe Percee, a dragon's lair:

A hotspot where no tourist stamps their passport.
The roar of dragon’s mating, females laying eggs.
Wings of rushing waterfalls, winds of alcoholic breath.
They yearn to take flight, to frighten...

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I sit here in this secluded place, hoping that Santa would knock on my gate, but every wind that blows drifts my boat further away from the shore and the summer in my heart keeps...

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