Long Recyclable Poems

V. "The Great Collective Awakening"

Aren't we the true definitive problem,
     not just astray-
     malignant corporations…
Or unresponsive governments ?
We are faulted; consumers 
     telling...

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Why does the voiceless canary stare so bleakly?
Why do the sullen grey clouds desert a sombre sky?
As the ugly black smog blots out the valiant sun’s rays
The honey less flowers kiss the dying bees’ goodbye
Never...

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I've heard it said,
and seen it done,

"This currency of capitalism
is the very venomous root of all evil."

And, I've heard good cooperative capitalists say,
perhaps a bit too loudly,

"Not money, this root,
merely innocent paper and metal-based resource,
but...

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Perche Sono Me IV (Fire)
It’s been a long time since I have told anyone why I was myself and why I am me. It was long ago that I dictated three prose poems on this...

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Black Bird on a Wire

Black Bird
sitting on a wire
back turned towards me
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes
I see here at this old dump
picking through the unwanted wanted things
I wish I could...

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Take out the trash on Tuesday and remember the white bags are recyclable; 
Don’t mix the trash with the pig food, we’re saving the world; 
Put the yard waste on the curb on Friday after...

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They said I should act my age 
the committee of higher ups and wanna be’s
all  perfect citizens  in good  standing of the co op
where we shared a common postal code 
and little...

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Black Bird
Sitting on a wire
Why is your back turned towards me?
Do you wish to hide the intelligence of your eyes,
or do you wish to create some mystery?
I have seen you
Here at this old dump
Picking through...

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A 
Ball
see it rise
like a
balloon 
massive fire-disk reflects
sun on fine sheets of steel
skinned over heat foam all
connected on
a track of circles
pipes and control refined
layers gas filled
rise high into space
tanks compress gas
engines flare and drive toward
and...

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Life playing hide and seek with us...
Yes and no, alas long -
Not a riddle, not for answers,
Life the spindle.

Can fortunately, maybe with grief,
Life make sense - 
Those who needed sometimes
And who needed himself.

Those who helped...

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Where we live is universal
It is men’s  abode, they fight for it
Only to become lethal
Man now without mercy is cruel
We love the EARTH and man is wise
To be a fool, he abuses trees ...

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Monomaniacal Mist

I am the finite of the infinite for the shadows bleed my presence
My habitual hunger is imminent and toxicant time is of the essence
Like the serpent swallowing sorrows slithering to sanitize your soul
In view...

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        ~ the one who fears love...painful experiences must be included ~
                ...

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Colored Memories ARTIST BOX OF DRIED UP MARKERS

I'm a temperamental artist
In instants I'm prompted to draw
Choice of tools to use my favorite are markers
Colored markers, orange-blue-red-green yellow
Each one that I pick up not writing
I'm all...

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I stay close to home these days,
my roaming needs seeming to
expire with age, finding more
of what I need in the Silence
of packing; of course, this 
worn-out body is far too cumbersome
to even contemplate wanting –...

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There's nothing new for children.
The adults have done it all.
And now they've left for planet Mars
when all you do is crawl.

They raised you with their Google
and taught you of their hive.
They put you on their...

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I feel like 
I am all alone in this world 
with eyes
watching my every move

you might think that 
I was paranoid 
but every time I open my eyes
to see 
someone is responding to me 
answering...

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Wandering the maze of sanity
has now become a harsh challenge
to the psyche as insanity fuels
itself with echoing bigotry 
soaring like starving hawks
while vultures are daily treated
to sights of warm human appetizers
laying out on blood-stained turf...

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Time is a nonspacial continuum
In which events occur in obvious
Irreversible sequencing union:
Past, present and future, continuous.
What does all this mean to us in our lives?
Well, we have many memories don’t we?
Shared with our loved ones...

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