Long Reusable Poems

Black Bird on a Wire

Black Bird
sitting on a wire
back turned towards me
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes
I see here at this old dump
picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could...

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From within the perspex booth, he flirtily inquired
 if my day so far had been fulfilling 
Duty of filling two reusable bags with thirty items
Didn't stop my silly line from spilling
"Certainly, yes - it's fulfilling...

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an earth is not a resewable blanket so do not rip it then
The dainty two hour ballet performance by the pack of brontosauruses' was a splendid and majestic sight. No former beam can alight the...

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Bottle me in a fragrance
  Use me up to the last drop
  rubbed me all over your body
  than I hope that the flesh rots
  cause the way left me 
...

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The subject of ourselves;
We choose, perceive, 
laugh, and grieve. 
What are we
in this boundless and expanding cosmic web?

We, human beings
do the curiosity of all experiments.
Made up the same subatomic particles 
as are exchanged
between flowers in...

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Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are they?
I wish I knew. 
We all feel pain 
even though wounds
are technically inexcusable. 
We patch up scars and make
them functional and reusable.
Oh the blood underneath these veins,
the flesh antagonizes...

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It has become necessary to use piddle pads in the back room
So I am not interrupted at night and try to make sleep resume
My neighborhood has gotten run down and people can be bad
If I...

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I recognized the name immediately
but not the face blurred by age: 

the  man I went to school with 
as a boy dead at sixty-five.

The obituary, noted sparingly:  
“Died at home after a long...

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Quiet is the earth this dark hour
And in the silence I share its power
When all the fossil fuel fumes retire
The grid is broken perhaps again
And cars stay home from storm and rain
The stars come out...

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I made some mistakes, let my head get straight to jealousy
One thing I could never get over was that instinctive tendency

I was the easel to your painting, the necessity but not necessarily
You leaned against my...

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It’s how I learned to laugh at the moonlight, and reuse reusable things
Save electricity, and like the color yellow.

She’s the woman behind the pearl clip-on earring,
And white cake with butter cream frosting

I know why I...

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Protesting protest
that’s what this be
Look and take notice
at the stupidity 

On a Record breaking day
Seeing fossil fuels fade away
as reusable power the majority
we see a drop in generated bad air in society
Active steps successfully reducing...

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Willie Wonka can no more  hire any of  us
Down he has gone with a bad case of the virus.
And  we fear his  magical   factory will close
If we fail to...

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