Short Skinner Poems

A hunter
not skinner  
with quarry
so vast 
Whose path
through the forest
is first
—never last

(Garrett Hill Pennsylvania: January, 2021)...

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My dad was a furrier man, a hunter, a skinner.
He sometimes was traveling, not home for dinner.
He went to New York
Ate steak with a fork
When he came home with the money, a winner....

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we are our own
test subjects
in an exam
that can
only be
pass
or

fail where time
will tell and
wear at us
but as
guinea
pigs
we're

as a matter of 
fact really rats
knowingly
gnawing
at the 
only
as

there are choices
of two stimuli one 
for food or the 
other pleasure
but i find that
i am always
starving

for
love...

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The turkey had a dinner completed
gobble, gobble the turkey repeated
pilgrims in their fancy dress
brought their utensils no less
a round of vegan that were all seated

the turkey wore its hoodie for dinner
introduced itself as Skinner Winner
breast feathers, wattle puffed up
a lady. Its eyes cockup
he was young and was just a beginner

11/5/2023...

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A Mule Skinner’s Prayer
By: Tom Wright
1/15/99

Lord,
May you bless both me
and my string this day.
May our trails be wide,
our oat bin full,
and grass along the way.
May there be streams a-plenty,
and your gentle breeze
be always at my back.
Then when at last,
around my fire I sit,
and day is through.
I'll give thee thanks,
for I'll be found
at peace with you.

For my Mule Skinner friend “Wagon John”
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Nighttime, the muse is tangled in the talon of riots
catching bricks to the head- mace to the eyes-
Come morning it sips unholy cups of politics
heavily sweetened with the latest deadly virus-
Noontime it wears a brooding- grimacing mask
it's very breath under the most vicious attacks-
Its spending more time in its darkened cave
9 mm alpha dreaming of an omega escape-
Now it'll only listen to T. Robbins and B.F Skinner
slowly become a braying-blue ribbon beggar....

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Our Id is our menace to society
Our Ego balances our poison
Our Supergo is our antidote
Maslow created the hierarchy
Erikson set the stages
Rogers breathed self actualization
Skinner tried to put us in a box
There are many more with more to say
but none yet more profound
Live your Life with joy unbound
Leave nothing in your way
Change is calm abiding
with Love we become the way
Unbridled, unabridged, 
understood, unafraid, 
unifying, umbilical
Unconditional.
Unanimous...

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