Freedom is Love of Beauty

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Poems Aren't Made of These Types of Things Daffodil

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I will Instruct you to Write a Sonnet: Such Sullen Revolutionaries

I will instruct you on writing sonnets,
But I don’t recommend it. Why would I,
Any youth with a Che in her Heart,
a Flores-Magon in his Liver, Why

Not be Free? And become Eternal verse
That never ever dies because its water-
Proofed in the Soul. Las Belles Lettres Je
Vous Amez. Las Amo sin limite

Y sin cualquier Motivo. This Little
Puff of carbonate Matter, a Poem
Not even worth the distraction. Get out
Of here! Humanity has arisen

In small and immoderate poemies
of such sullen revolutionaries.




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To Rush the Death of Ideas: its Day CLothes or Night Apparel?

Running between thought and paper,
An Idea and its Day clothes
Or Night apparel, no Matter. My lines
Seem unblessed with beauty
And more a Tool which not being a Tool
but an Instrument, Verse.

Arriving at You!
What are you?
And of what Made?
If not Words (no, not Words!)
but of Action ever Restless
Unstill with its Before and Ever After…

A Person who beholds a Ventricle,
a Tube, a Conductor, a Wire….

Present-Times: what else do you Think
You have been Wishing Upon a Star?
AN End? And End-Times?
Presposterous

Yet more Credible than Ever
The Knowers, Experts, and Wise of Alibi

To Host and to Hearten Death of Ideas
without Heart that might Procure Vision.
Inadequates at Love, why Live On, Humanish?

A Race, a Creed, a Way, a Lie to Believe Life Exists?
Life Needs Explanation? Life Needs to Caution,
create Caveats, and Excuses?

Ah, that’s our Job, we Cynical Authors,
Hemingfolk, Shipwrecked and still Seeking Adventure!

For Sheer lust of it, Doc Williams






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Thumbelina, Elven Faeries: A Philopoeic CLICK IT TO Open Eye FLower

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ReVersereVeR: Poetry is Free

for Burciaga who Cracked the Pin~ata

I’m no Different when I spin.  This is Me.

And now I’d like to try Another Rip.

Take the Word Reverse and Draw it Backwards.

Zing!!  It has a ring and it's Bilingual.

>Reverse Sever ReverseveR Reverse<

The line is Rotating Backwards and Pulling

a Meaning it Pushes as it Loops Thru.

That’s Centrifugal Force--It Lives in You!

Combine the Spinning Words--Up,there you Go,

Up on the Curb.  Weeeee Poetry! The Rap

of our Humanity isn't Private

Property! So come Gentle Gente, Free

or Undocumented, Young and All, Miss-

Labled Tambien.  We are the Poetry

Peeps, Sheeps, and Keepers.  You might Say

we are Pastoral Singers. That’s good Too.

WheehW are Equipped with Technical GLee

by Internal Reversal. Go Use IT!