Long Sandbox Poems

Date:  August 2041

Members of the Damian fraternity 
Were relaxing in the backyard. The
Soon to be 4 year olds conducted 
Themselves in their sandbox.
The older children picniced on
The grass. Amadeus DJ Damali 
And Desharah sat...

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This course will encourage aspiring cooperative economists
to distinguish between mean national incomes
and global median incomes,
with diverse long-term capital growth/evaporation trends
expected.

First,
imagine USA mean income, including investment income,
could approach $500,000 for two-parent working households
per year.

Are you kidding...

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Dear Budding Poet:
Modern poetry is a sandbox for all who would build, smash, trash, shake up, and take up the art. Poetry is not writ, nor wrote, or written, but is hummed through the nose,...

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Kalamatsch

As a kid I played with mud in pouring rain
                         ...

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(A Presentiment: two lost Wint souls alone converse,
so mind the grown gap——Longshoreman’s Fall hearse.)

"The last boat draws near, allow us depart."
All aboard, all aboard—!
"So Time has pierced now, as a bull's-eye dart."
All aboard, all aboard—!

I....

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The world today is split in two
… or three... or four... or maybe more,
but nonetheless, one must confess,
all wage their wars as heretofore.

While blunderbusses prey for us
within our world where gods deceive,
atomic war, white phosphorus
and...

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...The wee ones simply want to be loved. 
Or at least get a glimpse from 
a {smart}phoned adult.
They wish for a sandbox with a playmate or two.
A warm peaceful bath
every bubble filled with 
a fairy...

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Titanium, 
Strong mental minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, but can't find it.
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.

Strong like gorilla, softer than blue,...

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Titanium, 
Strong mental-minded, behind it
Looking for the lost and found, where can I find it?
Sharp energy intense, timed it
No one can see the future - I guess we’re all blinded.

Strong like gorilla, softer than blue,...

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Little Lilly wanted to go, to the playground, to have some fun the other day.
And all the other Trolls wanted to tag along, for it looked like fun, they said.
So we went at dusk, for...

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Suburban Spring	
(4.15.10)


	Springtime fills the air, 
			like laughing gas.
		(Or maybe more like whiskey.)
The suburbs are drunk on the nectar of it's dawn.
	Middle-class houses 
			are starting to dance.
		(Or maybe they're just wobbling.)
They vomit whole families onto their...

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You asked me for a dance one night, ’twas late one New Year’s Eve,
and as I held you in my arms, your shape did wend and weave;
a sudden kiss as midnight struck (I thought it...

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Where do I draw my bilateral line
in a polycultural sandbox?

In-between a merely personal traumatic
severing
excommunicating
dispassionate
divesting
divorcing
marginalizing
loss and suffering event

And a larger staged
eco-political
critical systemic
potentially multi-generational
traumatic climate event.

Why does it feel important
to distinguish,
and perhaps discriminate
personal from ecopolitical systemic trauma?

Against...

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I seem to of late to live between an inner life of double doubt and life aberrant that relates to a coincintude that female hate is alive and well, as it subjigates its tentacles around...

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Sometimes I want to 
move freely in the wind 
and spread my wings 
Enjoy the feel of a 
summer breeze
resting beneath them
I often anticipate 
daylight tickling my 
funny bone until I 
crack a smile
as the...

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I'd say it was late Spring or early Fall in 1954, a quiet time
in American history; and Mr. Eisenhower was The President.
There was a sweet and kind teacher hard at work,
teaching  kindergartners how to...

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Little Jenny was always found to be very prim and proper/
Outside reading her cook book by Betty Crocker/
Lazy Mary Sat on the lazy suzanne,
Butch Malone was their next of kin kissing cousin,
Along with Mary this...

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You and your friends are the main characters
I am just a camera man recording the moments
You people loved and cared for each other but me

Today was a day to rejoice at the familiar park
I would...

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Kapow!  Here’s mud in your face! 
Poetasting rhymes, rhythms and nuclear waste. 
Playing in mud pits, kitchens and certainly laced 
Everyting that’s made . . . in this mysterious place. 
Prob’ly shouldn’t eat this...

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Keepers of the "Man Cave"
A revelation dawned today
I've seen the refuge built
Where the boy in a man be saved

Sandbox space with trucks arrayed
Standing guard your sacred forts 
Battles wars and raids dissuade 
Your hearts from...

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hidden in my memories is a playground ...
    where I played ... as a young girl with my friends
      I remember it so clearly like I am...

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I was enjoying my time in the sandbox
When a redhead with freckles climbed in.
The glint in his eyes left no question,
His mission was ruin and sin.

With my pail I had sculpted a castle,
But he eyed...

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We lie most to those we love,
mostly little things.

Last night, my best friend
called about her boyfriend being stand-off-ish.
The usual, relationship merry-go-round
nonsense. I told her whatever I could:
distraction is good, get a drink, go out,
go walk,...

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Twas the day before Christmas and out on the range
Some strange guys were shooting some things that were strange
There were Springfields and Mausers and parkerized pistols
And a guy in a trench who was blowing a...

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as you watch the puppet ms. nuland try & babble her way out of
a media war zone,
explaining to reporters who do not believe a word coming from her mouth,
we, the people watching,
the people who care...

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