Long Speculators Poems

I am an Outlander
Who lives on a high hill
Overlooking a man-made lake
That once was a rapidly rushing river
Along whose banks the Ozarks Bluff Dwellers and the Osage and then Delaware
Hunted, fished, and created shelter
For their...

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Part 22

how can there be any absolutes
with the clock ticking like it does
it's hard to tell if you'll come to your senses
when it's one thing to be short on the rent
another thing to stay short...

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GOING AFTER GOLD

A hundred years ago or so, the story has been told,
A fever swept across the land of going after gold.
It seemed each person caught the urge, and they just could not rest,
The cry...

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The young generation, who believe in dissolution,
promulgating the manifesto
“tradition is the grave of the banality,
only solecism is the quickening of new life…”

yell upholding a flag similar to a bad check
which is unable to secure the...

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In times of trouble it outshines its glow 
The supposed intrinsic value of its allure
Is a safe house in times of economic un-certainty
When money is being made but not through 
Traditional means 

The historian would...

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A godless mass afraid of Death,
though unfettered by rebellion against God.
Uneasy calm imposed by modern gadgets, 
global alarm from nations once revered, 
A surge of pestilence from the east 
trans-versing the cope of earth,
undefined yet...

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(A New Zealand Poem)

In thought as I sit here, 747 flying by, in contrast to the isles of white clouds cruising eastwards across the Manukau sky yet another 747 passes by.
Tourists keep on coming, knowing...

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New York state is paying 20 cents for gloves that normally cost less than five cents, $7.50 for masks that normally go for 50 cents, $2,795 for infusion pumps that normally cost half that, $248,841...

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Steps on mud, a stalking thread,
Red strings wind through dying groves
Where life needs time, to find footing,
Red strings halt hands in greed which hold
The axe of ignorance, the axe which bleeds
A people in flight from...

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Straitened are the times
And tight is my pocket.
A glass of brandy
Consumed with contemplation
Is hard to bargain
As speculators have poured in
Shouting ‘buy’, ‘buy’, ‘buy’.
 
Since out is the signal 
The hoarders have barged in
And have emptied...

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why
soil sun
keshagesh?
your children need
light



*Tribute to Buffy Sainte-Marie.....A Real North American Hero

Many have asked for more info on my write...
Buffy Sainte-Marie, singer, songwriter, teacher, Native-American political activist, has just 
released her newest CD..."Running For The Drum"...

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When in my old home,
Land speculators and
real estate companies
knocked on my door
every day
Mostly Israelies or
Russian Jews,
They always had a lot to say

There were various attempts
to bribe me
Some quite inventive,
as you'll see

One of those, an agent
showed...

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Emerald envy nestled on velvet 
several thousand away from paid
Puce tulip promise inducement
secluded juice, palliation delayed 

Ivory aspire ripped wide envelope
plump with numbered requirement
Absinthe ardent delerium implode
paper stack compiling assignment

Cerulean satin adorns a champion
swanky speculators...

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There is tension at the pumps;
folk's eyes look glassy and glazed.
And a sense of frustration;
keeps concerning eyebrows raised.

Feeling they've been bamboozled;
customers contain their rage.
Yet, they curse under their breath,
at the numbers on the gauge.

Siphoning off...

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