Long Uncollected Poems

A notice appeared in the paper recently with the names and faces of eight men who have a combined wealth of $426 billion. According to Oxfam International, in 2015 this would have equaled the amount...

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The morning sun filters through dust-laden windows of the district education office like an unwelcome truth trying to penetrate wilful ignorance. Shelves buckle under the weight of untouched research journals like abandoned promises, their spines...

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I
The beggar outside the supermarket
You swore was picked up later
In a flashy car
Sat there in the sun for 8 hours
While you pissed & moaned
All the way home
To your bookless
Mausoleum 
With a chlorinated pool
Where one day...

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One day my body had stopped
I did not know I had dropped
With little notice this story is true
That the mind can actually take a detour
What happens is that relativity becomes skewed
Shaken by an energy unknown
Either...

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Things happen. Life unravels
The earth spins, perpetuating processes
And as we recount our travels
Our hearers marvel
Stories of prophets' heads on silver platters 
Representations of old things
And we should be somehow flattered
By images of our saggy bottoms...

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All rights are left.
Love be gone.
With wars, how do we live each day
To carry on?
With LAWS?

Remember what's wrong.
Is this the SONG we lift our
Voice to sing?
Hollering  after the  STING of 
Careless ways
bled ...

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I never always truly sometimes
Wish I could be just like you
Better than not just good enough
One of the rare unlucky few

To be calm cool and uncollected
To be at the bottom of the perceptual top
Bopping to...

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My Harvest Was at The Cross
Written: by Tom Wright
10-11-2016

I hear ministers expound on seed planting 
And the harvest that I’m ever guaranteed
I’m perplexed by those who’s incessant ranting
Preach doctrines whose intent is to mislead

I never...

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Often I wonder,
What compels me to write,
For whatever I put down,
Has only a slight chance of being read,
And then a slimmer chance of being remembered,
Until now I could not come up with a suitable reason,
But...

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In asci we stand like
spores in a floating pain
in trepidation of something
evil.

It was a lily pond.
The water brings a dead city
on lotus leaves. I will
become crazy for small deviations.

The body bags are full of
remains. You...

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