Short Appropriated Poems

chaotic
   appropriated
surprise
of
    everyday
flotsam
becominv
   the unimagined
jettsom
of
 the
    unexpected
         conscious...

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Oh, I love my breakfast tacos;
Appropriated are the best.
Not those nasty squirt cheese nachos;
They're just too hard to digest.
Man, I love the unique flavors:
on the go with latinx.
Jillio is seeking favor,
Show that chica some respect!...

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I want to write a poem
but my mind is not in motion,
it's been appropriated by the babble
of the television rabble 
who tell us what to think
and that our own ideas stink

trust us they say
come what may
we'll take care of you

and we won't see it coming
when they drop the other shoe
...

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Sea and people
An island came up from under the sea
And soon it became green and pleasant
Fit for dairy production, and cats that
Took care of the rat plague.

Man, and animals in idyllic harmony but
For the rats and attacking seas-birds.

Roaring sea appropriated the island
Occupied and flooded the land,
Simply retracted and made the island into a reef.
Endlessness of peace but dangerous for shipping....

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CANCEL ALL MY APPOINTMENTS!!!

CALL WORK

TELL THEM I JUST FEEL TOO GOOD

TO WASTE IT ON THEM

WAKE THE KIDS

WE’RE GOING OUT FOR BREAKFAST

CALL THE SCHOOL

TELL THEM DAD JUST DECLARED

A “MENTAL HEALTH DAY”

GET DRESSED

WE’RE GONNA GO PLAY

NO BACKPACKS

NO BRIEF CASES

NO TOOL BELTS

JUST US……

AND A DAY

APPROPRIATED

FOR THE MAKING

OF MEMORIES


John G. Lawless
©1/29/2019...

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Every effort spent
And futility still breeds
All strength appropriated
Nothing just fails to stand
Anxiety breeds
Despair takes root
Doubt and fear,
Hand in hand they court
None to the rescue
All help wander away
And next to nothing holds sway
Any solace to hold on?
Has the voice ceased to speak?
Will voidity remain still?
A change must come
And shall be
Only when the heart is stayed
Twined with the source...

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I'm weaker than you
And just as frightened.
I have cowed and hoarded
While you braved harsh years
Holding back nothing.

Your pilgrimage cannot be appropriated or diluted
You journey to please No One but your Gods.
You understood from fledgling human connaissance
Your body and extended Body are but vessels
That They may guide your soul.

I don't know how to help you
And in my cowardice
Believe I can't 

Sail ye on, you are the glory that They dream....

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