Origins

Source: Thoreau, Henry David. Cape Cod.  Kindle for PC, location 267.

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Hey all,  Here is poem 22. I know I am a little behind but I went offline Saturday through Sunday and visited my parents. I got back last night and I didn't feel like doing anything. I am going to try and catch up my poems tonight. I can't believe this month is almost over. I am thinking of making a poetry chapbook with poems from my blog. There are some golden nuggets on here. 

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Lightening Strikes Chain Gang

Only Employment was Included!
labor prisoners

search the Edison
elevator but only find
an Iowa farm

And They Have No Warden!

outdoor candles observe
thought near the eye
one last time

The Syllabus for Electricity Ignite His Placed Life!

Source: “Events in Brief.”  The Delinquent 1914. Retrieved from: http://www.gutenberg.org/files/54486/54486-h/54486-h.htm

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Hey all, I know it is a little late, but here is poem 21. I thinking I am getting sick or it's tree pollen. Either way, my brain is a pile of radioactive mush. Today, I made a found poem. I took a section of my source and ran it through the "Powerball" feature on Applied Poetics. Then I took what was left and made the poem.

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Blessed Drudgeries

You crease  over the trepidation,
you crash  the lonely  breath—

the breath  is wicked,
the griffin culled,
each leakage  is repented  like spored worm.

You butcher the trapezoids
with blessed drudgeries,

you symbolize and crow—

you have bribed a wetted  laxative
in the winter,
it is hyphenated out,
whizzes up and siphons,
a guilty storm

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Hey all, Here is poem 20. I like how this one turned out. It is has a nice cadence to it. I don't have much to say right now.

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Dimensional Hitchhiker

Crystal shadows
creep through daylight splinters as moons swim in a rose sky
with sharks

from silver dust
the dimension hitchhiker emerges from the tornado dry heat cracks
into stalagmites

one life.  one death.
one more life. another death. different faces- same
old essence

she collects
thousands of dreams memories, bits
of yesterday’s souls

and deja vu
through water ripples words will set her free and whole only on
the page

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Hey all, Here is poem 19.  This one is surrealism and fantasy, with a bit of reincarnation. It was inspired by the phrase "dimension hitchhiker." I hope you all like it.

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Jupiter Clouds

questions   fade  in   moonlit  restraints
Jupiter  clouds infest the smoking  spot
light, I am the   jaded silver you keep in
the floorboards and you are the congeal-
ed infestation I twist  in   crystal  games.
what is it like to  own day and night? the
flick of the light bulb stains stoic records
no angel is supreme and  I lick the Milky
Way  with my sky wand.  And it is good.

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Hey all, Here is poem 18.Today I took some words and phrases from my old poems and remixed them to make a new poem.  Then I decided to make  the poem as square as I could. Was there a reason? I don't know, what do you think?

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Obligatory Hoodwinking

In this faithful
domain, onions

lactate and traces
of cultures scrub

deranged submersions
the tollhouse wants a

retro rocket and global
ramifications

this saucerful
sorcery is my

stationary salvation
oxygenized

abstracts, jinxed
fellowship and anthrax

after the obligatory hoodwinking
I regain consciousness.

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Hey all, Here is poem 17,   a surrealist poem. Because I love surrealism and I find it fascinating. The greatest thing about surrealist poetry is that you create your own meaning for the poem.

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Dawn of the Birds

As the sky fades
from Prussian blue to
Persian blue
they wake up-
a worm breakfast
and a fresh puddle bath
from yesterday’s rain
all before the sun hoists
itself over the die cut mountains

they hang up
their dirty tail feathers
shake out the nest
squawk and chirp
across the street to each other
like neighbors in the old city
when laundry was social hour

because a lot has happened
since nightfall, they gossip
about us and what we do
behind closed doors

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Yeah! Here is poem 16 and I am caught up! So this one is a bit more fun and whimsical because poetry doesn't always have to be so serious. I was up at early one morning and the birds seem to talk to each other at dawn and just made me wonder what they talk about.

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