Rain Political Poems

April 16—Rain

No Rain



In 2025, the world ended
With the collapse
Of the worldwide climate system.

Monster storms of the century
devastated half the world.

But the other half of the...

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My Land

This is my land. 
I will cultivate, love, and cherish my land. 
I will choose when Spring will come, 
I will choose my own...

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This highway's mine, goodbye to Jayne,
so long, farewell, Virginia Plain,
strife was yesterday's heavy load,
life is tomorrow's open road,
it's time to hitchhike once again.

Heading where songs,...

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What’s of the eyes if not to see -
a darkness on the land,
perpetuated by a world
that will not understand.

What’s of the ears if not to...

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Before we begin,
I want to introduce
my most hopeful self

Before we begin
life's communication
we know love's energy

Mother and Child
intimacy
sacred mild
intricacy
integrity...

Resonant hearts beating
repeating
+1 then 0 then -1
circling around...

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THE POILANE CENTURY 

Locust swarm through the forests fires
wild fires you thought set your home on fire
the trees and nesting’s die in vain
human born burned...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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This Earth's a place we call our own
When we can stand with Her lands
And look within great loves we've known
For hope that we might share...

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War drums beat with patriotic zeal, 
Heroic soldiers stand to defend and heal. 
International aid flows to the scene, 
As gruesome media images paint a...

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Incessant taxes, an unyielding bane,
A weight that crushes, a burden I sustain,
As a citizen, I bear this mantle,
To uphold my patriotic crown.

And yet, the taxes...

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Another storm threatens to come in,
feeling my responsibility
for uncaring
and unresponsive history

Fearing you
more than loving us

Setting out your pails
and plastic tubs
to catch cold
and dreary drips

Impaled remembering
past...

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...I was working construction jobs,
there was a big job for the trains,
to replace an old viaduct
that shook in the wind and the rain.
The government gave...

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Back in our preverbal day
of healthy regenerating time,
indigenous wisdom
pursued peak experiences
of cooperative pleasure,
deep co-empathic embrace.

Sometimes,
especially when this pleasure was sustained,
euphoric,
ejaculatory
and reverberating in resonant cycles
of deep...

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Radiant
Beams of sunlight
Through
A lonely window
Puddles
Of blood
And
Mangled bodies
Souls
A place
No sunlight
Could ever reach
I cry
When angels deserve
To die
Massacre after massacre
My tears
Have fallen
Toxicity
Corrupts the foundation
Everything
Comes crumbling down
But
Nothing is done
To...

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Political correctness because we can’t be offended 
We want freedom because freedom is splendid 
Speaking my mind and you don’t like it, 
oh and you...

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