Long Strawman Poems

I'm not your 'Life of the party' kind of GUY,                         ...

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Humus me? My vegetated chokes ingest!
(jokes all in jest)

Hard to believe, I orange in a lee
started life as barely visible speck!

Just in the course of healthy growing
season, this former minute nearly
microscopic entity developed into
quite pleasing...

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When the day is done
And you are at ease
Just recharge your mind 
Do as you please
Just relax
Your heart is pounding
From a fast paced track
Slow the pace down
Just relax

From the helter skelter living
To the treadmill pounding
There...

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So, take a gander at the Strawman
As he take's a stand
He is from every land and region
He is always' at your command
He never mouth off to anyone
And he always' does his job
In essence he is...

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This poem may get into trouble,
The world wants identity double.
Attempting to culture commonality,
The world champions individuality.

Theft of language has become all too common,
Yesterday’s use today identifies one a strawman.
Definitions change, words take on other meaning,
Often...

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Your Strawman walks a hidden, ghostly path.
He isn’t real to the touch or human, and yet
You’ll find his likeness splashed across
The wounded nations of the world;
His secrets deeply embedded in the net.

A contrivance, a grievous...

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Like a straw man just hanging around
Watching the field never making a sound
Crows a dancing round my head
Looking scary but wish they'd of gave me a voice instead
Hanging there watching the world go by
As the...

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The new millenia has delivered a genesis 
of global corporate government, 
a religion of salvation through submission to the State,
politicians as priest, as pest,
collection plates around every corner,
confession rooms in community centers, communion with false...

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A straw man stood fixed upon timber firm, 
gazing at Autumn's gilded, moonlit prize.
He, the king of Earth and the winding worm,
she, the pale darling of cold starry skies.

Left in fallow field of harvest' soiled...

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He waddles thru the house,
Mr. Quackety Quack.
Silent as a mouse,
Carrying his little pack.

A picnic today,
With all of his friends,
We get to play in the hay,
In the snow he pretends.

A strawman they will make,
A tall and...

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While crossing barrens last December night
I saw a ghost in the scrubby growth of trees 
He was standing a strawman and I was in  fright
In the gibbous moon's diffident light.

The world was an obscuring...

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Love thyself, raise the vibration,
Join the men, women and children’s celebration,
Let us no longer be subject to corporate condemnation,
We are flesh and blood, and not subject to legitimisation.

Time to figure out your no strawman,
None of...

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