Long Soybean Poems

We went out for a ride and for a bite just before sunset.
As we drove along the two-lane highway, we watched              ...

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I am a monkey dark and clean
I am a monkey and I love soybean
I am a monkey and I love to eat greens 
I am a monkey and I am on a global spree
I am...

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Look there! A newly wed bride steps out
Dismounting from the wedding coach.
The tradition expects the bride to step
On the lid of the traditional huge pot
Before entering into her home-to-be.
The pot being hanged on the threshold.

Look...

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At one time eight different Native America Indian Tribes lived in peace,
In the state of Kansas, sharing buffalo, shared lands with no lease.
The Iowa, Chippewa, Delaware, Kansas, Osage, Pawnee and Kickapoo,
Shared venison, and fresh cool...

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I dreamt of a washing machine,
In colours so obscene,
Of shades of caffeine,
It washed everything that was clean,
To a shiny muddy unclean,
It was part of it's routine,
It was never to fond of hygiene,
I found an old...

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The beast is a computor.

The computor is the beast or mabe just the image like the mirror of the thing. It 
has numbers upon its housing and there is innards in the thing. Both memory...

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The Look of a Giant Monster Who Eats Children and Puppies
Gnashing and slashing he crashes into my world
Taking over my soul, or trying to.
His sharp claws are scary to others
I have seen giant monsters before,...

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"Caleb, go fetch me some dewberries from the fence row," Momma says, 
as I polish off my Saturday morning breakfast. "I'll make us a cobbler." 
She stands in her humble kitchen, the light of a...

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The Sounds of Korea


I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup...

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I hear the familiar sounds of Korea,
Of the crowing of roosters in the morning,
Of the fields, streams and marketplaces.
The tunes of shamanistic music band
The swirling of fire-lit cans of Jwibul nori,
The soup boiling sounds in...

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And signifying nothing, upon life’s stage 
    meaningless, endless, a cruel war he waged 
  Fretting and strutting, as the curtains narrowed 
Out, out, foul vegan, who doth hate man’s marrow...

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All up and down the town’s Main Street,
the old folks sit in plastic chairs.
Children are already tasting,
all that candy soon to be theirs.

In the crisp early morning air,
floats gathering in the school’s lot.
“Get on with...

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