Long Supplanting Poems

Like the twelfth
juror in the play
I must say I am not
convinced
For I know a recipe
for trouble 
I have seen the
double standards
And I do not approve
this for Kenya
I will never approve
it, and neither
Would you, dear
friend of...

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Insomnia welcomed courtesy high test coffee

consumed later at night than usual
finds me bright eyed and bushy tailed
amply lively to learn 
about an American radio 
and television personality and pioneer
Wee Willy Weber,
who prominently and popularly reigned...

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Part one was: "Unofficial War Games in Venezuela" And Part two is: "Gathering Storms against  America," both quotations come from Erick Stakelbeck, The Watch Man on the Wall.

Under President Theodore Roosevelt, the United States...

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I try to live
and feel
and think
and strategize win/win
in-between left and right place
for systemic ecology in
and global, multicultural theology out,
natural outside relationships 
amid spiritual inside harmonic polypaths,
ancient resilience with newborn resonance,
yang and yin
explication now implicating,
extrinsic and...

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The "shocking" news gets all the pub,
while the worthwhile takes the back seat.
People are generally more concerned
about the scare that is Britney's hair 
or lack thereof.Or about the final 
resting place for Anna Nichole when...

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Where once verdant rolling highlands...

Spanned into infinite vista
far as these myopic eyes can see
now yellowing Whitmanesque
leaves of grass encompass field of vision.

Nary a dark dreadnaught cloud in sight,
nor unbeknownst if/when threatening storm
looms on horizon slaking...

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Listen my children 
and you shall hear
of the midnight ride
speeding greed will steer.

Just as our cooperative economy
is fueled by gratitude,
our competitive WinLose economy
is fueled by greed.

Other parallel points of contrast
ecologically and logically follow
in their own...

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Natural soporific narcotic

Recurrent suicidal thoughts 
vaingloriously wend along winding road
within windmills of my mind
(o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
yakking, yanking, and yawking zeal
becalming this crash test dummy rolling
stone temple pilot inxs
of maroon 5 plus...

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I heard today
a corporate goal
"To free the world of cancer."

What I heard, instead,
"To free the Earth of human toxic nature."

Often rooted
in feelings of not belonging,
not being good enough,
not even fitting in sufficiently,
too toxic,
unbenign,
too loudly aggressive...

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I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.

Why do you want to wonder 
about something as curious as that,
dear?

Oh, I don't recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a...

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recurrent suicidal thoughts vain
     gloriously wend 
     (o'er a death cab for cutie weeknd)
     yanking zeal

becalming this crash test dummy rolling 
 ...

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Dear son,
              I am told I should tell you things not in books
         ...

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Give me an idea that I can use
and built on for the future.
Run through my mind and find something kind
overlooked to help me to endure.

Give me fables and legends of old;
all the enchanted stories.
Find something...

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Sacred music and liturgies
are not merely leaves and flowers
produced by complex and richly branched
and sub-branched analogies
between ecological and theological root metaphors
of co-arising nurture;
between naturaLeft and spiritualRight co-experience
of Earth's spiraling revolutionary nutrition;
East to West horizoned 
healthy...

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born under the sea, an irresistible force
  two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
  alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
  equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
  journey northward, surfacing, submerging
...

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If cleanliness
thrives next to godliness,
could wealthy White Houses,
slick and in their capital-sucking groove,
survive when paired with homelessness?

This question presupposes
perhaps a radical view
that divine powers are more homeless
than secured behind military-industrialized,
greed capitalized,
plutocratic White Houses.

Is your god's...

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I can sense your impatience...

While yours truly (me)
doth strives to maintain
comfortably seated
closed eye meditative pose
mine skinny sea thru legs
(mere fo' shaw
by George spindleshanks) outstretched,
(cuz Lotus position impossible mission -
would warrant emergency circumstance
leaving stalwart fellow
as permanent...

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When you love someone.

                          When you love someone, they possess...

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the leaders of tomorrow bravely take to the dais
justified their precious life, 
     liberty and pursuit of happiness - 
     stolen under their figurative nose) 

 ...

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My litmus test question
for supreme and more everyday justice makers
organic bakers
RealTime fakers:

Have you read research results
comparing retributive justice unhealthy outcomes
to those of good-faith restorative
cooperative
justice processes?
Repairing green reparations
rather than locking up long-held repressive sexist lies
and throwing...

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It's six days since
the Hole was dug...

First frost clings now
to newly turned earth,
to shunted sod,
to stones, to pebbles.

A grave grows colder
today than yet it's been...
Hearts grow busy, too.
Supplanting last images
with happier ones. 
The heart and...

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Darkness abides save flickering candle light
Illuminating his silhouette of masculinity 
exhaustion renders an end tonight
Supplanting all previous antiquity  

In the quiet he sleeps 
Leaning close to steal his breath 
As the wanting piques 
With...

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Compromising regard to life
thou being my curse
turning my world asunder 
in your regard I was lesser 
a presence in whispers



You the filch-er stole self 
the cadence of speech
seem as missives
reaching a velvet caress
raising expectation
your delusion...

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far back in 278 Anno Domini 
Emperor Claudius II had hung
a holy priest called Valentine,

Captain Cook on the 14th of '79
having circumnavigated his life was
not a God, so killed by native blood line

the Teddy Bear's...

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I know that I have called this a sonnet, and I recognise that it falls short of such an esteemed form, but it is my first attempt, please forgive me.

in SUPPORT of GOOGLE'S SELF DRIVE...

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