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Below are the all-time best Dave Mcgahan poems as chosen by PoetrySoup members

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I Am Embarrassed To Write a Poem

Anyone would wish that they were immune to being embarrassed
You put your name behind something people might read, and hell,
there is no way, you have any right to even attempt to write down a poem.
That's not even you. Nothing is.
But you do it anyway. It has nothing to do with drawing attention. I think it is the exact opposite, I have all my life struggled to draw attention away from myself, and it has been easy to do so. I like that comfort zone. I love it.
Immensely. Words could never describe how much so.
Peace!

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Is Science a Coherent Discussion To the Lay Person

Is the thought of Science a scary premise mixed with some progress and
a whole lot regret, like oh that science, what will they think of next, or some
disgusting human made virulent virus that only the rich have the antidote
to block, is it only this, who the heck knows kind of guess.

The important thing to understand about science in the exploratory sense is that it requires the discipline of caring to effectively focus ones mind completely, and yes,
stuff goes bad, you know chemicals, molecules, bacteria, stars, time, Xrays, vacuums...
You name it, the list is long.
It's a lot of hard work and sweat mixed with some real concrete thinking,
man it is a total brain sweat and fun for those inclined.
Science is crazy man, it's common that people want to know stuff,
but it is not for the weak minded, to say the least.
John, the air you breath is mixed with water, oxygen, nitrogen, CO2 and a whole host of other trace compounds.
That's why we study trees, all plants really, even the tubers.
I like the potato, not just because of my Irish background,
it is somewhat climateric once it is pulled from its root - well
actually its not a root, it's a tuber or stolon, sort of like a horizontal branch.
The potato grows off of shoots that grow horizontally, best in well drained loose soil.
That's science, because there are a lot of potato.
They are most nutritious when baked whole alone by themselves, much less nutritious when cut into elongated strips and deep fried, or whole re-baked with gobs of cheese and bacon and sour cream and chive which adds several calories you may not be able to afford regarding your own fat intake that is.
A deeper knowledge of the best way to grow potato and how to cook the potato has made a lot of money, especially for large corporately owned farming conglomerates, not to mention fast food chains as I am quite certain
every lay person knows.
But enough about potato, when every poet knows that,
April is the cruellist month, mixing lilacs out of dead land
etc...
And that science is a field of knowledge that extends upon what is or was beauty to deconstruct in a sense of what was
lost or possibly could be found if one knew
or ever could know what true beauty truly meant --- but apparently they
do not.

science should be coherent to the lay person, just like
art or obligation to love if one was to seek merit
it would be best to share however carefully disclosed
such as in a poem

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Last One, Lord of the Flies

In this world this feeling of being secluded and alone
with only a cadre of youth that represents innocence and
the wilderness 
In this whole wide world, the conch, the rule to speak 
some democracy, 
you can run fast, or you are easily upset, or you can take 
charge just so you can control, 
I guess the first order of business is to suss all this stuff out.
Maybe later, years later on Simon's son becomes more like Jack.
You know the avenue Piggy ventured from the start,
just what might just become like Roger
a purely sadistic sort.

An allegory 
Like Franz Boas searching for ice cream
The University of Heidelberg
1386

He became fascinated by the Baffin Island Inuit.
Where a learned man such as himself could never
survive because he was not equipped with the 
knowledge 

back in those days
that was a revolutionary thought

In many ways it still seems to be this way,
I think just now.

Peace!

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The Veins In the Leaf In a Dry Land

The veins in the leaf are molecules that transport water along with sugar - you say where, to the brain, to what, the nuclease of what the plant is, what?
The soil is only so deep, large trees dig deep, small flowers don't have the capacity.
There is a dichotomy, there is a richness, a beauty, a world in the mechanism of the plant life that surrounds everyone. 
Everyday you see the birds, the ground squirrels, the ants and spiders, the 
milkweed butterfly, the cloud in the sky, the rows of corn, the sheep and the goat, the cow, and the chick, fish, and the wheat,
but there is more.
The flowers, the clay, the bare Earth from water that filters down through.

People do not talk, at least not enough as history shows quite clearly
That is what I think.
I am not blaming the next, I never had before believed
that the solution would be left up to the few
but if you would, please take the pulse of the leaf each year,
just place a leaf down and push a crayon over it in order to show
it's imprint. Just do it as a simple experiment on your own.
Please.

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I Love Ry Cooder and Tom Waits and John Muir

Tom Waits sang, And I hope I don't fall in love with you.
But I did, fall in love with the land. I fell in love with Warren Zevon
and the idea of telling something about who I would like to become,
even if I may never, it never did matter all the same to me.
"The road is like a river, the moon is like a bone, 
she said exactly what is your meaning, he replied, I'm only stopping
to get some gasoline".
Life is like a shrill, it could be like a grain of something you remember
and never ever forget.
And just like any wild flower, the dreams were always there growing
in between the magic of your eyes.
Peace!

Best Poems Written by Dave Mcgahan

I Am Embarrassed To Write a Poem

I Wish Cesar Chavez Was Here

Picnic

Silver Arrows, and Rickets

Education and Motivation

The Writers Box

Is Science a Coherent Discussion To the Lay Person

Last One, Lord of the Flies

The Veins In the Leaf In a Dry Land

I Love Ry Cooder and Tom Waits and John Muir