A bunny in the cemetery
From my hammock espy
Near night dusk
The lawn mowed now dries
The criminal houseless
Still ruckus their parade
The corner store intersection
A maze from above gazed
No cop no wolf
The raptor asleep
The hare and the shelter
The summer air keep
SE Gaza
O you wave in the wind
Giant metal shark
Your teeth never fall raining on passerby
Two hundred thousand laborers spent all their tiny lives
Dragging a sandwich up the crane
The fingers fell but were replaced
Earthquake gave up
Tsunami sleeps in your majestic toilet
Your spine of finance is eternal
It plunges thru the soul of earth
It's golden girders all male
And as infallible as your proboscis in winter
I quiver at the glory far away
I skyscraper built to withstand revolution
Made to sing past oceans ultimate slosh off glacier and icy continent
The turbo charged jet thrusters
Under your bayonet lobby
Will flung you past the dead universe
When money devours man
You have the best view
You have the best martini
You have internet brain and sexy windows
This new song take it third lunch with uncle Mao
Go big and hire Justin Bieber to clean the gutters
O skyscraper telescope find me in your eyeball forever milking the USA
For Chinese Repression
In Hong Kong
I curl up with my back to the wind sawing through the redwood tree
A boiling kettle of branches above
Not a twig drops
Gusts crescendo and murmur and ruffle the fabric i cocoon under l
It's paltry and cold
My tent stake bends as I make a wee roof
The earth packed by a thousand nights tossing my sack of bones down the time slide
Some more dry than others
None so dry as my mother
In a closet box,
Inundated.
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The store's closed for good, that's bad for music
Unless one likes sad music
At least the bums don't leave their Lexus in the truck zone just to fetch dry cleaning
Across the street
I had to chalk No Fires by the former entrance
As some are crazy enough to burn trash for a couple minutes of heat
The awning says Community Owned but the bank is in Wyoming
It looks inundated with poverty all butcher papered up,
A real cutlet.
A simple gift, tax deductible, and bento man is the last guy standing, but most people throw out the rice
And besides
Who needs silverware to eat and drive
And stick it to the stick.
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The cook is sick
He was hale last night, chipper fist bumping the whole band
Will be there
He plays stand up
Bass when he's not sick enough 24 hours later to cancel appearances
So here's a guy on acoustic songwriter and a cello from utopia, beatific
She's covering in every way as they foot in mouth their non event for number 248 per year
It's refreshing as tap water in contacts
Let me tell you about yahacts last month, the best cheese steak in lower mintagilla
Don't sic your hobo fan on us
It's regular refreshments that background stop the ballpark
Never heard of you
There's your two big fans to dish out some shots at finale it's rubby elbow crimes
I'm not watching overtly your cello diva at all
I'm inundated by the mundaccious amateurism calling in well.
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Over our head, don't quit
Breeding. Don't douse supplication by the fryer. We're layers in warm straw.
The rent rises, inundating the newly burntbeak crew. Leaf feathers alone, they're company.
Cage free gonna be, we'll see.
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Brown shirt staff sargent
With his ranger rick get-up is barking some demand for me to risenshine from my weather buttress
Here at picnic in the park
I emerge, forgoing my combat boots, standing in my socks
To hear i'm illegal and could be arrested at which audibly snort, been here three years
Not here he says
Yes, exactly here he waddles back to his city truck i'll be back after brunch and betting online against hometeam
Then off to busk this temperate morning, the melvin gargoyle ambles away pushing his life basket, dispirited from last he said I'm lucky he don't got a bat
I play an hour, one ten, and toss a pile of tin cans over the fence, spilling kidney beans from half finished meals that had been opened with haste and few moment edges
Another hold the piss bus ride toward the east over the volcano all dead and fertile, notably peaceful with carlack
I do my swimming in a rainbow suit as the hot tub brims with retirees and a retarded man of color, my mix
He doesn't want to leave as his guardian calls time to go
His eyes mesmerized making waves in jetting fizz, a magician transforming with perma smile beyond us
He's inundated and center of attention, will he leave? Will patience grow more calm under the variable ennui
I swim a quarter mile, half mile, time laps away who cares, dry off and go pump some blocks of dumbbell
As cellphone drool surrounds the absurd muscle museum full of taxidermy
And exiting, there's the troll, skin like a dog treat from a value pack sized roadkill
Slinking past toward the natatorium with eyes in the back of her knees, trudge trudge
It's quite the flow today, watching reality melt down history into a teeming sewer, up to my muskrat brow
So I inquire squire lee about is We research regarding mom's non estate being subsumed by texas incorporated
I scribe my hardshit waiver sic like melting butter on parking lot inferno, grittyesque with facts and antimath economics
Done, not done. Inundated.
Happy birthday, pops, sell the union and wallpaper the flood stamps, it's life on the river and windy by trial in the wrecked casino barge, high tide catfish that's on my menu of fascination
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All fed up, cuz the pizza from the bench by the theater didn't sell
The movie been seen before it premiered
Pepperoni dejavoo pickemoff
Thick foil triangles inundated so that multiple wraps can't smelter the bounty
Out peeks red sauce, but over sparingly to my tastes
Dough still crusty or vice versa
It'll dry let me get a handful of tissue, that's sad
Don't call it a rerun, fantastic planet from 1956
That groundbreakingly just ten years after WW 2 whisks us away
Let me just tuck away for a rainy day some these still soft restaurant edibles, the barber watches trimming his last cowboy today
He could turn down those heat lamps, jesus it's brite
Specially when we exit the odditorium where they sell cups of grog for a nickel, and the nickels are silver screen, and everyone's handsome or about to monologue
Don't barf mr. hand-me-down
Grocery titan, you can remodel, and tear down the melvin statue, and make Howard again
Just chisel away.
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Sump pump at the community center parking lot,
It's a new crew hosing today
Lake graham cracker crumb from the toddler squads for it all inundated in the grate
Cars blast it six feet out with enough gained speed, the cherry blossom precinct unperturbed by motor boats in the crosswalk and pylons around the waterfowl mannequins wrapped in terrycloth
They're busy ordering order
Filling up fuel catchers
Butcher papering window bricks more secure
I say get an auger size of Detroit and sell it and don't stop
Evict that bad water before it gets into the gas tank with the snorkel and hydroponic hypnosis, that's some lax oversight to build a drain that collects and pools yesterday
Wouldn't you say, mom?
Wouldn't harriet tubman breath easier not needing stilts to get to class?
Deferred maintenance has a waiting list around the block, I've been looking forward to it all day, a little time for me
So tiny time, so clogging it's dander and sediments, mostly human skin they say, and dog stuff.
Lake go-away slough , back to the drawing board, better engineering for a drier parking lot, and learn how to use tape correctly on all four corners, schmucks, it's folding like my potbelly running toward gym.
This is tantamount to inundation, the brimming excess, and repudiation of plumbing.
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"One lovely and useful proverb is “still waters run deep,” which, translated, means
quiet people are often more brilliant, clever or complex than they may appear.
This proverb compares aspects of the human character to hydro- dynamics"
"Of Latin origin, but possibly popularized by William Shakespeare, c. 1590, in "Henry VI," part 2, act 3, scene 1:
Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep; And in his simple show he harbours treason."
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Residual snowflake, flurry of one, solitary yet wed in dance
Over pavement carless, care dictating each to their own views from windows,
I gambled again last night
Got drunk in deaths clime incubator, after selling my fishman preamp I drank my treble away, boomerang
Three pints of mountain at the park, along with elderberry flavored river, courting nightshade rowed to a rowdy stir the blood
Pool game with paul haul, a sonabitch made me beat him and shed my layers until it was tank top guns
Him hating his dad, 70
Poisoned but wanting the be put in his place, sassy kid
His girlfriend hanging back, fine by me, she chides me about my daughters, she's one too
Wants to give a healing hug no problem, drinking cheapo lite, light food high
The chatter of a party in a long last supper table and two dozen empties get me the bird, and out the door
I'm stumbling, falling
My bike soften the blow, rise and hike, never got my layers reinstalled
"Winter pries it's fingers" in my hammered heart, my pea coat saves me, I awaken to the third ranger in as many sways
Polite on script, older than the usual clocks sent to recite and point hands at dials
I'm warm in 20 degree bag, look out at snow ice lawns and tree bit mulch that has been Cuisinart by chef wind
I toss my foam in the fancy litter jail, after closing off the hefty so dog shit don't besmirch later use
Cuz who knows, other than the queen oracle, the chain off it's sprocket so I walk to shell
-Ter, counter
-ter, store
-age, patterns upon patterns paint the road there
Too beautiful no hangover or frost bite, temperature dropping at 9 am
Keeping it simple, retired, slow and in contrast.
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Between ice and hand warmers in the pocket, my speck not ascendant
Transitory yet barnacled by fellow human clods
Uneager for dissolution from inundation, hot cocoa mix that don't swizzle, paddle as we do with a splinter
Pulled from the cross, red
The gamut of exhaustion bottled, to steep in indoors
I heard nobody pray
I heard sharp howls of pain from one guy, squabbles and cussing, accusations, friendly banter, kind gams at sea, the chance meetings that disaster harbors
Dogs living with cats, society's outcasts glazed sleep, shuffling feet in outdoor clothes, the crinkle of water bottles, forgiving bumps and boundaries, to survive
Unheeded calls for help, forsaken by pecking order bureaucracy
Legless men with smiles
Filling our arms with tents, tarps, instant oatmeal, and brief acceptance
At the base of Mt. Tabor
I better look that up again in my atheist catalogue
Now that i'm on my side
Cheek to the snow and the other inundated with keys and coins unspent
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"Just as Elijah and Moses begin to depart from the scene,
Peter begins to ask Jesus if the disciples should make three tents for him and the two prophets.
This has been interpreted as Peter's attempt to keep the prophets there longer.
But before Peter can finish, a bright cloud appears, and a voice from the cloud states:
"This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased; listen to him" (Mark 9:7).
The disciples then fall to the ground in fear, but Jesus approaches and touches them, telling them not to be afraid.
When the disciples look up, they no longer see Elijah or Moses.
When Jesus and the three apostles are walking down the mountain, one guy gives him shreds of shelter wool to wrap his feet from the ice: traction.
Jesus tells them to not tell anyone that the supervisor knows that fentanyl was incense in the shit room.
"the things they had seen"
until the "Son of Merde" has risen from the dead."
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Refuge in a steel box spared me from obliteration, shhhh wind now a whipsaw velocity that decapitated the picnic manger on Tabor where the pilgrims wear shorts in the snow
Wind sharpened to molecular carbide on Crown Point
Wind pushed the balsa fronds of fir out of the tundra without spite other than the smite of man and his sheetrock lairs
Following channels of cement like a pinball game, no hindrance other than balconies for viewing past the megaTV
Rootballs of trunk lollipops, for to rest parallel invites nature a new lease
This is the only law
Decay, and sublimation to moss, thrush, worm, and badger
Out of storage, the leftovers feed mouths ravenous, molting, hurry in study too occupied to hunt cook and tablecloth, too inundated with progress for the sake of shaping a menu
To serve satin sickness
Go climb a fallen giant and find the nests before they are sold below in thrift stores
Go log a look
Witness the inundation of earth fighting back, reflexive, her kneecap jerk as automatic as a catapult from the rubber mallet of Dr. man
Freezing rain slows the dinosaur glop in our engines, we feast on Old Food from the unpowered fridge, reaching by candlelight and memory of what was deposited last Odin's day
Last Mars day, last Freya's day
Daresay Thorsday
There is no bearing on the compass to guide a lost bloated contagion of capitalism
The wax expends into bee sweat as fire reaps wick
Glaciers peninsula our shallow tastes down to bedrock
Where pilings hold not for long, and launch platforms commiserate escape from our inundation with self destruction, in Latin fairy tales with plastic slabs of lamb, sung with tinsel jingles
Hide behind the sequoia, it melts too under a hiccup from the Gorge
Wy'east and Pashto take it in stride, magma boiling in their cauldrons kept at bay under a loose sternwheeler that glides upstream to memaloose
It's talk, that's All
The wind inundated with power poles and copper lassoes and sturgeon magnets in a maelstrom symphony crescendo
It's sex with beyond death on a tee shirt and sponsor, that tale of cerebus Grendel
It's a high point in sea level mentality, that folded ship made of diplomas
A helado dripping down the fist running from the bull
We run and the caterpillar gazas us in holy pauper view
Sic pay per view, that's how clever drips congregate
If there's any radiating glory, it's Hanford and folly
It's Martin Luther Kaepernick doing knee bends to cheerleaders of every flavor
Sacrilegious sanctimony and silly potion pedigrees
Frost heaves the homeless to safety, from tailback, from rear guard, from tackle
That's religion.
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2023
FLB
Swale Creek Klickitat County Washington . Years of poems written there haven't been copied or published online. Typewriter printed, laptop printed , arranged by year, yes.
Summertime slime. There were some deep pools where the slime didn't grow. 4-5 feet deep, shady and cool. We had a giant butterfly floatie one summer. It was heaven on earth.
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A thing or condition is provided for
To improve or conversely alter its state
say a superfund site that can't grow tomatoes but is great for condos
A field is tilled to enable plants to provide food
An insect pollinates for desired effect but also to feed
The beaver has a goal and lifestyle
That's easy deduction and observation true or not
A thing is neglected to likewise improve or alter it's condition
That's the no effort zen mode
Scrutinize The tough love of a marine father
The crow kicked from the nest
The kitten made fend for itself
Thick skin and a resume in the arts of survival
The bonsai pruned by wind and shear
Over much study can lead to a sloth of the body
It needs cartwheels rolling in grass down hills it needs scaped knees and a throat sore from screaming
Or singing or not sore
From elixir or from breath in frost air
The beaver choose the tree to fell
Somehow it determines the lodge construction
And which terrain to flood
Years of watching them may offer clues and research or may end up in arguments with others pushing their contrary thoughts
If we aren't positioned to thrive
From birth, from childhood, perhaps it isn't so bad
If we're accustomed to second helpings
Invest in a belt factory and trouser alteration store
Didn't you get enough
Parent so as to go without the eternity of life after pre school
Didn't sitter give you the breast formula and teach how to catch an eye
I use geometry ever moment
My algebra is a c cup half empty
My basic math stands up in the checkout line at the used auto dealership
Humans daily stare at others staring at the reflections of flint and evolving pointed projectiles
Every thesis has an antithesis and the new normal is smoke signals or no natural gas stoves
We didn't know crawling leads to standing leads to walking leads to running leads to spaceships infesting the cosmos with videos of dog tricks and how to make other people like you while hating or adoring oneself
pardon my mr president
pardon my friends
pardon yer enemies
pardon us, sir
pardon the thugs
pardon the poopheads and bootlickers
pardon the ceos and the crack whackers
pardon us sir mister bigshot warchief
pardon the religions in their hoily boodle battles
pardon drones pre-preemptive emptying,
pardon our french ticklers from witchita
pardon your bloody rose garden, space of aids, & waiting lines for prostheses
at the ungoverned VA museum of unforgivable torsos
pardon notions of blemishes vanquished
pardon justices unimpeachable in their salient crimes
pardon the unmansionables in tent cities, car camps, under bridges, in peesmell doorways
pardon the poor if they don't pardon us
when we are part and parcel of policy
&waved wands, signed edicts, and loaves of bread all compete for a clean slate,
pardon the anger
hard (on itself
poetry forsooth floats human harbor's better
climes, amid dank dredging's sea-baptized
detritus, whittled perspective wood -shredders,
saw quohog & seasoned salts, capsized;
poetry forsooth fleets flounder schools sleeker,
able to jet unjittered---- thru coral razors
in sentence bubbles ......evasion's art meeker
as bait glows or feigns, hiding small lasers;
poetry forsooth claws nebulae from the net
allowing humans to catch what gods only get
rare trappings of mind, as prescient yet
drapes flesh over horizon, a personal pet;
poetry forsooth clams all Thing all so deep,
butter bay washings, my chowder of sleep.
12-15-17
mt tabor Oregon
Repository posits story
Play things outgrown
Melancholy totems witness
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She brought me thanksgiving food
As I stayed at the cheap motel
Cheap being $80 night
Comfort gravy mattress hot bath
I hugged her all the way back to her ride there some friends car
Years and years I never saw my kids
On any holiday, not on their birthdays
As bones features grew and hair changed by dye or piercings their face
To fit in whatever clique
At least it ain't vagabond
Material needs they got task jobs for
Dog walking burger floor cleaning
Showing up on time
Photos and artwork give thanks
Years years eternal showcase family harmony
Not the warmest word repository
For heart bedding pillow magic lazy giggles
Boxes sort out the crayons unused
We didn't use crayons much
Our avante garde creation kitchen lab
School sent a few home with glued together construction hearts
Fond found findings america
Who knew the starving pilgrims needed new socks and tofurky
The tables turned upset
Put out to pasture piece by piece the old rocker warps
The pie sweetens pumpkin never apple
The crust could be flakier but not today
It's almost juneteenth solstice
Baby ain't a baby unless they say so
I'm fine with leftovers
Best service since they made toast for mom and me and brought it up our long wooden stairs so proud
One kid opening the door
The other balancing the delivery tray
Toast crumbs dabbed up with the fingertip from the saucer
Until every morsel consumes
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The chemtrail its cliche disperse
Crow bitch over blackberry tentacles
Hurries the piss as discreet as allowed
School rainbow almost-summer gear on the grounds
I pick up the smallest trash
Torn corners from opened junk food granola juice bags
It fades plastic joining plastic
Poem a dog shit repository finding home
The aerosol into treeline projects
By contrast beautiful my crayon succinct
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grant and i work the pond in the canoe,
fishing for catfish and bass,
mom sunbathes on a blanket on the shore,
the back of the mazda open with her picnic ready,
once she grades twenty more bluebooks,
once we land the big fish or need root beer,
hope it isn't braunschweiger sandwiches
maybe it is peanut butter pickle relish mayo and lettuce
her perfect bread makes up for middle,
we hike the woods and look for morels or feathers,
jump the soggy trail patches, climb sandstone,
pull the tube socks up and get thru brambles,
bull nose catfish not much there
toss them on the bank says gordon and marty
but i can't.
2018
Portland
He was young by some standards ,
33 and his wife 23, she sedated for birth, his whiskey at home 7 miles away
But the stonewall tavern and art department office just a mile from hospital
I don't know what he did how he spent that day prior, how he paced
Or did sketches or whether he spoke to his sister betty her 3 boys all out of diapers mostly
I'll maybe never know
I have some few photos of soon after my birth, stories from her perspective
His take on it who knows
His father Dean visited our home
Drove from Austin
I guess by himself 1967 my mom's mom was there too, those photos are among my favorites
Dorothy and Dean Senior
Holding baby me, Dean born in 1884
My ancient grandfather from apache land
My grandma Champlin from Enid
Niece to Oil but down to earth smarts
Tiny me
Burned arm from grabbing mom's coffee
I sported that scar my right arm past fifth grade until hair came in.
Good sport
I know dad was proud
He was always proud of me
Other than puking in front of Dorothy when I came home drunk
1984, they made me quit my busboy job
I worked at IGA grocery bagging food
I could easily borrow cases of beer
It wasn't such a radical departure
from 2 years at the steak house
Dad was always proud of me best tennis player my age, good grades, girlfriends lots of friends, friendly to his friends. A good reflection on his fathering and genes and name.
What did he do awaiting my birth
If he's not busy these days
I should go ask.
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What was Dean Sr. doing Pomona California in 1934 while dad was born
He was 50 I used to think that was ancient
For becoming a father I suppose
Pacing, coming up with a name
For his son
He'd been married before but dean was deans last son
Black coffee he didn't smoke
Hydrologist knew water
It breaks then she takes off her apron
They drive to the hospital
Take a nap around Time magazine
More Life magazine coffee 1934
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What was Freeman doing in Kingston New Mexico when he was born
Hiding under the house
As Apache raided town
The first white child born in the mining town
1882 there was no hospital
There wasn't much house
Houses if not that day
We're burnt in months to come
Gotta wind grandfather clock
Still miners came, mark twain came, ed doheny was dirt poor there, jesse james
Grandpa Dean was born under siege
If not the very moment
In his first weeks of birth they did hide
As the owners came thru said who the hell are you in our woods by our creek on our mountain
Try a sedative for that
His infant cries of birth must have echoes for miles welcoming apache that hunted there for centuries, centuries, centuries, and centuries
It's not silver lining or embellished
Centuries of primal existence
No epidural is gonna work
Pain accompanies life, birth springs and carries pain and placer gold
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Freeman was born too 1832
Conesville New York
That guy York wasn't there to help much, across the pond dead
His daddy's daddy's daddy dad took it from the dutch who took it from mohawk who took it from nature and were birthed by nature
Past is prologue
Throw another stump on the fire
I'm going to check on how the spaceship core is doing
The fremen gather the water
The oligarchs are raiding the nursery again for eggs, go hide
It's Time she says
It sounds familiar
That zeppelin guy lugging around
The branches on his sepia back, that's death. Fuel dies and coals wane
It's still a top seller
Kindling wood, beach party isn't the same without a trojan hero on a pyre
I cremated my ginormous dog Klondike (after he died)
A malamute over 150 pounds
I owned half of 80 acres in unimpeachable wooded country
I built the pyre correctly, it blazed for hours and I fed it to accomplish my task
That zeppelin guy, it would have taken ten or twenty such loads
I used not just twigs branches but oak heartwood split fir, alder, ash
There's more Klondike left on the swale Creek shore than home that our forbearers built
Earned materials from working on the Alaska pipeline
Destined to demolition in spite
Of spite and city ignorance.
Life is a hobby some ignite to warm their flickering soul,
Only years later know the value
Of children raised, fed, gardens nourished with soot.
Sessanta siete ahora ma non ancora
Que es yet questo es me problema
Tiene tiempo e no denaro
Non e mucho
Yo guapo ma vecchio e poverino
Habla como un touristo gringo con Fuego en la Boca
Esto Stupido a comprehende
Yo dimenticare Todo importante
Un avocado sans agua sul hades
Esta muy gringo me oresidente es basura in merde zapatos
E oantalones hecho a la Nina's tres annos
Sperante Nuevo parole ovos
Plata e morado Spero che Italiano comida e comer en San Cristobal
Suenos e Morto en El treno
Conosco un Oklahoma hombre
Cantare con un arbol e mariposa
El Camino para Stupido es en el banyo
Con Neruda e un caballo en la Luna
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You'd fail roses are red violence is blue
You'd send valentines to amazon collect
You'd forget where you were born
Some don't know violets is pink
And delivered by ambivalence
To every wrong armpit address
You wouldn't know a clown suit if it was whipped cream pie
You'd dance on a grave for knee pain
The smaller the bone fragments the crunchier the limo tour
You wouldn't know effort
If it whistled in the pines pining
You wouldn't have ever been born other than fate and plans and dreams
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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1989_Tiananmen_Square_protests_and_massacre
"The Tiananmen Square protests, known in China as the June Fourth Incident"
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That's what I thought
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"Police on Monday took away Sanmu Chen on a street in Causeway Bay, a busy Hong Kong shopping district, close to a park that for decades hosted an annual vigil to mourn the victims of the 1989 crackdown.
Before officers approached Chen, he mimed the action of drinking in front of a police van.
He also appeared to be drawing or writing something in the air."
On the same day last year, Chen was also detained by police around the same area after chanting
“Hong Kongers, do not be afraid.
Don’t forget tomorrow is June 4.”
For decades, the vigil in Hong Kong’s Victoria Park
used to draw thousands of people each June 4 to remember the crackdown,
during which government troops opened fire
on student-led pro-democracy protesters,
resulting in hundreds,
if not thousands,
dead.
"But the vigil has vanished under the censorship Oligarchs nourish.
Google ain't a friend unless you coddle Authoritarian Rule and allow their spies into America, both in technology, and espionage in personal harassment, renditions, killings of anyone opposing a world order of totalitarianism.
Private police stations run by Chinese in America is documented.
Of course, we allow Turkey, Russia, Israel, Saudi Arabia the same sadist dachas to torture or entertain, protected from US law. "
"NEW YORK (AP) — Two men were arrested Monday on charges that they helped establish a secret police station in New York City on behalf of the Chinese government,
and about three dozen officers with China's national police force were charged with using social media to harass dissidents inside the United States, ...Apr 17, 2023"
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"name and shame parties"
Pop the Cork
I play fiddle, mere feet away flowers
She arranges largely looking away
I steal a glance as they say
Our reflection gathers as one portrayed
I should not let on our eyes sometimes meet
We smile red handed I'm near the street
She's sometimes moves further but facing me better
The palest of skin crepe paper thin
Mine holding violin under my chin
I've little business the fancy food pricey
I'm richly rewarded just melody making
Entranced without entering seldom speaking
Every one likes you she said very kindly
I'm so out of practice I need reminding
I'll tune up my act and shower interest
Younger most certainly that's not my business
It's not inappropriate to look in her eyes
Not only thru panes wall sized
She notices me how can't she
What she hears I'm not sure
But sees people tip me or smiles mature
Maybe I'll chance it if not a date
At least more chatting see how we relate
SE Portland
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Boromir for his father fell
Amid fellowship syncline, thus lucifer their stumble advertised
In clarion indiscretion
The gnostic parable
Orc and Prince the same tuned lyre
Pride obey his mealy soul
Movie tells as much
To deny is complicity
Shallow ring lust wears our all.
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Know ye the name, story
Without climb? Sea stories ride greater
Whale;
not adversary nor antagonist desist,
swim amid swell, find fellowship
nor blubber dinner
Choice not flank
Not choice flank nor upper rank
Boromir ahab stove.
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Gollum not queequeg history tooth filed by scale, under waterfalls dremel
As time is known our hobby age
A bone in throat or one
Thru the nose two kings high low
Chase same in rage
Precious a jewel eye frames,
The chase defines man
Queequeg nobility; his casket bobs past the end, his means razor kind
Gollum his scramble no gambit his fellowship honestly lurid
The way shown exact this price
Only cannibal known....expect worst device
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Strider alone and Las Lego survive
The hobbit bandit, mortality elves away glide
Starbuck flaw: craven to man's law, Achilles also one weak link define all
Stand up or plow under
Ishmael to story endure
Bend or snap.
Bookmarked in volume quaint
geriatric domesticity eats with preserves
No shire in ocean
man harbors cruelty a troll serving men
Shark, whale, dolphin, orca all kin
Blooded warm or cold
Born alive, live in concentric chase
Tale tail heads up, voyage erased
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Borrow more burrow more
One stop hero store
Me a deer, I Roe myself
Far, a long long game of Pun.
Syncline once dinosaurs trod,
Level ground not slanted
Story provides.
Kennewick man beneath mud hid,
Chinese redhaired six foot
Seal his belly deal sealed.
Earth shook, thus syncline bookshelf incline reclined, defined unsteady
The goblet slid
Wizard capped his noggin in a nightcap
Wine hospitably dram sized. Nailed to mast the doubloon everyheart its Andes wobbled
Gold precious worthless unless packing a tooth from sweets long unsupervised
The Pharisee discreet aboard smuggled mercenary, sauron his hoards promised gruel slop and birth from war hammock pigskin
Harvey Weinstein their model I'm told delicious couch casting on prisons lead floors
Is overmuch reflection
Reductive for savor, to gloat what evil once fed is after caught, vilified?
Ask pope, ask Harry Potter, trans-fixing profiteers try changing klannish sheets to profit Quoth the Raven, Evermore
Archetypes mother elucidate
No need oratory brow beating debate
Well rounded no fable
Sheds RAAIN sans gable
Lewis and Clark and Alice and Squanto the Mad Hatter Know.
Baroque frosting the scone shun
Dipped in ginormous aplomb
Send me Tahiti a place far away
My internal dictionary Smaug slay
Metaphors mixed like races with sailors
Sea glass Lahinas lady traces
Fire can't erase tho volcano give a go
Growing flippers to tread Darwin
As Florida bans drag shows
Waterfront fleet in faggy white britches polish their medals and court lasses
What do I know I snooze by the skunk
More often I'm lessoned in grog slam dunk
Yo Ho pirate jenny STD aplenty
Noah two by two used coconut glue to marry twain settlers
Guiness world records atop everest in a seed bank glacier deleted best intentions
No savings time rollback Darwin afforded
Catch 22 damned if you don't if you should you won't Grant Lee pardon kant
Obscure, tough taco, back to philosophy basics MRE pemmican
and water bullrun
