Confusion Planet Poems

When Water and Fire Collide
Tongues knoted in Silence, Silence Preside
Mercury Dulled Lovers Communication
Muddled Messages, Interactions Barely There
No Interest, No Warmth, No Feelings Shared
Creating Distractions to...

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The real world
living in dystopia
what's truth-adjacent?...

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Where have all the raindrops gone
Spilling from on high?
Which once would fall about my head
But now my head is dry.
Where have all the snowflakes gone
Ambling...

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We're now in the year 6555, and I am feeling happy and so alive,
Above, sunshine pours like honey, as along the oceanside I drive.

Wind whips...

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Perhaps poets are visitors from a distant 
planet, finding ours too harsh to hear
the heartbeat of a beautiful phrase. Or,
could they be nature's attempt to...

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Of pale melancholy
And the infinite fall 
Of broken machinery 
Cast upon vast shores 
Decimation reservation

The prodigal son returns 
Jagged reigns of jaded egos 
Amber suns...

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The cabin is a lumber store of snores
Sawing and hacking while lying on our backs
Filling the day’s orders of dreams and chores

I’m the only one...

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Late morning today (February 17, 2021)

I (accompanied by missus)
drove to bed bath and beyond
Plymouth Meeting, Pennsylvania
off Chemical Road location for naught.

After arriving
at said destination alas...

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Viewed from high above
humans wander the planet
lost ants with big shoes...

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Unmasked                        ...

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~ Planet in Turmoil ~





                    Planet in turmoil
          ...

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The Ax

Sometimes death is easier. 
Wow, that is terrible. 
Divorce, rips families to shreds. 
This is mine-that is not.
Confusion and conflict. 
The kids… oh yeah,...

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'Tis said that Mercury is in retrograde.
Is it just an astrophysical charade —
An illusory cosmic joke being played?
Is the wee beggar's energy bill unpaid?...

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north and south
east and west
the seasons four
regular like clockwork
they drove our calendar
now somehow become
an unpredictable mishmash
lacking rhyme or reason
as we keep leery tabs
on climate change



AP:...

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A voice fills the ears of the dead
There are walls covered with red paint
In the heart of the slums

The sky is eternally gray
The clouds moving...

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