Mom Society Poems

Tyler was a real happy man,
looking down at his phone,
the mayor said,“We need less police,
their crimes are so well known.”
They’d not arrest if you stole...

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I. 
they say 
there exist languages without words
without syllables yet pronounced,
like the sharp clatter of fork and spoon and knife against each other
at dinners in...

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The endless fight seemed to come to an end,
the toxic nature beaten out of men
by lessons taught, and pressure from above,
the masculine had surrendered to...

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Perfect in each role..  Perfect decisions we take
Still over time ...We find mistake 
A Perfect daughter...A Perfect sister..
Will stay decent not be a blister
A...

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Dear,

Dear,

Dear... Whoever this is too.

The collective unconscious, the universal "you".

Anybody who's listening,

I thought, but I never knew.

I Swallow, before I chew,

I'm a swallow who never...

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V.
Besides a rushing stream he saw a stone hut,
framed by aspens clinging to a rough slope,
the chimney was stained from long years of use,
But who...

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I.
Rennie Hauser gazed out of the window
as the stage slowly trundled down the road,
the sun beat hard on the towering peaks
that ran across northern Colorado.

She...

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Look at me and see the handsomeness in this face,
I am a virile part of the beautiful Human Race:
a bit of dad, a bit of...

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tap dance temple dancers 
tease a mocha monkey
swinging from a tower
munching chips gets chunky

simian sisters see 
spunky the funky ape
chewing the ruby red
sweetest juiciest grape

roosters...

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my mother fought with that man
whom people called my father
he hit her with a broken glass
and a blue colored bottle
she had some tears and some...

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Mom captured my truth,
As a sixties flower child,
Yet in bloom of youth!



The above sketch was, of course, done by my late mother when I was...

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No father has been seen since birth
The school near the estate didn't teach me a lesson
Relatives other than my mother have lived with me
How could...

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To be truly and deeply Confucian,
we don’t need a refined constitution.
Just obey mom and dad.
Choose the good — not the bad.
Serve the Emperor, S/shun revolution....

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Everything the sun touches Is his domain.
The broken pickup trucks, 
Trailers to broken to be habitable,
Beer cans that rustles in the wind, like tumbleweeds in...

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I was born in far Morsania,
a small, backwater Eurasian state,
known to most folk in this wide world
for my grandfather’s prodigious hate.

My given name is Jocefeus,
but...

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