Long Stepson Poems

My stalker arrived ripping our flag crawling over veterans memorial plaques aiming through an assault rifle from across the street her anniversary of the murder meant to end my life 20 years later in shambles...

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Was the place where we climbing down the bank
Then arrived, alpine and, for what was there
Such as, that any eyesight would be shrank.

Similar to landslide that in side bare
Before Trento the Adige just smote,
Or for...

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Once upon this time
I was listening to the Christian Fathers
retell traditional stories
of God's election and predestination.

Predestination
is like being born into royalty,
power,
privileges of humane Earth's regenerative grace.

Election is more democratic.
Selection based on God's vote for mercy,
apparently,
because...

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Currency reifies values.
Cash represents value.
Capital iconically,
and capitalism idolatrously,
removes humanity
from Earth's gifting cooperative nature
as reciprocating nurture.

Value,
like organic interdependent nature,
does not grow by hoarding its icons,
but increases in diversity and resilience
through multiculturing, creolizing, nuance,
growing diverse development networks...

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Lust - The wife of Greed and the mother of 
Anger.  She is a prostitute 
and a slut.  Her husband Greed is her 
pimp.  Lust has an affair with
Hatred she becomes pregnant...

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My friends these are Perilous times. You can see it everywhere, feel it, and for many of us we are experiencing heartache through the loss of a loved one. To add to our troubles, sickness...

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A poet of the troubled soul
A life on who the devil took his toll
A happy bouncing bundle of joy
Who turned into an angry stepson boy
Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? 
And always will until...

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The silence presses heavy, thick,  
Like walls that close with every tick.  
I walk through days, but none I own,  
A shadow lost, a heart unknown.  
My family’s gone, my friends...

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A cousin named Chaos have I (he’s not actually my cousin. He’s like my aunt’s stepson, but I guess I can still call him a cousin, right?)

There’s nothing that he will not try (like the...

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Shimmy was startled to see her son Will at noon.
I thought you started your new job today, she said.
I packed you a lunch.

I got so nervous, I left it there, he replied.
Can you make me...

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I had wanted to celebrate Andrea Dietrich’s special birthday with a tribute poem. She celebrated reaching that age of retirement many long for. At the time I was dealing with the loss of my son...

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A wilted violet bows its pretty purple head,
Like me it has no energy as sorrow pleads.
My love, once so pure and vibrant now is dead.
My heart filled with passion, stilled, it bleeds.

I cannot bring him...

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My adopted son Michael
Left Sunday to go fight this war
I'm wrapping up some loose ends
There's so much more

Mike owes his step dad money 
for a car in which the engine is now blown
I can't keep...

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I was more of a step stone than a stepson
a tiny stone leading to the heart of my father.

You played the game well... though
squeezing a ring from the coal of his lonely heart.

So, there I...

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Though you might think I seem country
And there's a lot of that in my roots
I was raised metropolitan,
Not much on plows, guns and boots!

Once when my stepson came over
To cut up a fallen tree for...

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There we sat, a sunny afternoon
The barbie lit, not quite enough flame
Her father fans it, wife tries to explain
Happy families. Two language game
I’ve nothing in common, forgotten their name.

I let myself go, release my sarcastic...

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Honest

Wrestler, self-taught lawyer, eloquent writer/orator, and man of integrity.

Son of Nancy Hank and Thomas Lincoln; beloved stepson of Sarah Bush.

Lover of books, animals and a good joke!

He felt empathy for the downtrodden and sadness, yet...

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My stepson was doing Meth and had red dots on his face.
I told him that I don't allow drug users to live at my place.
I immediately knew he was doing Meth because of the red...

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