Anthropollywog Zeitgeist Returns

Myth had long held that beyond in the foothills,

a race of amphibious half human lords

mired the landscape with villainous ogres

seeking a final solution for honor

sought with particular vengeance the hour

for orgies of wanton esophagus sores

ensconced with mental trichomoniasis

orifices replete with abscesses spewing

and far and wide beyond its dominion

produced the spewage of thousand fold pusses.

As many colonies are known to expand

no suture nor buttress was able to hold

what was soon flowing with as many larvae

that pustulant populace soughts its own source

for water that would replenish the thirsty

was soon made the property of a horned toad.

The toad was only so named by its wishes

for toads in reality are our betters,

this species was merely an entity horde.

It robbed what it could from humanity’s source,

of love, integrity, hope, honor, and trust.

What it couldn’t fathom as lust of its loins

it found too obtrusive with sincerity.

Anthropollywog ventured to find its peers

among them was noticed a peculiar gaze

and iconic practice of sucking on ears

watch, wait, and listen, spoke the cruel oppressor:

“Do you hear the children laughing and playing?

While I must tolerate their nuisance. No more!”

Part A.  In Pursuit of Like Minded Allies

Having long since heard the call for avarice

and which never rests until its satisfied





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RULES FOR FLOW: TO THE COMMONS, Pomona II

RULES FOR FLOW: TO THE COMMONS, Pomona  II

No time for editing only for flow.

So at times you will see errors in tow.

That's okay take it and make it your own.

My verses are free; they belong to none.

If you can make it better, all power

to you, take it without a copywright.

Does a leaf charge a tax to the lonely?

Does an ocean say, "no, it's mine only?"

This chaos doesn't belong inside me.

I need you to take it give me relief.

A verse is a gift that is unwanted.

It applies all the pressure of a tourniqet,

to stop the bleeding of humanity,

and give it a just opportunity. 



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One Eyelash Pomona City Council: Epiloque

Epilogue:  Pomona I

Come now, good people, and gather around

hear the sad story when beauty was bound

when terrible creatures crawled out of holes

those that were formed in the nose’s oils

Crowning corruption, no limit evil,

the devil and his minions danced a waltz

Robledo, Escobar, Martin and Lantz,

they answered the calls of the diablo

“I pay dollars for beauty contestants,”

Batting their eyelash, for each had just 1,

while sharing was difficult it was broad

Passing between them, the 1 eyelash oozed,

Money for nothing, the tricks are for free.

Oh pick me pick me oh please please pick me!

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When Pomona Was Brought B4 Council

 There were beauty queens on the podium

all men in the front row were observant

 from the back of the chambers I hear sound

that like the inside of an engineroom

expands into separate partitions

The room is thick with pretension and gaze

everything is louder in the silence

the rhythm of the breathing syncopates


I can smell what I hear as it enters

but as it is a scentless scents, no fumes,

yet it contains a mystery made nude

the knowing of itself takes possession


As I am escorted to the exit:
"What happens to the water and the wells?"













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The City Council Denials

If this is what the Council is and does,

rapturous homicide, lust for its own sake

but toward ineptitude gives license

or frequents with pedaphilic pastors

diverts a gaze for false goodness of face

even smiles and while love is cast off

takes a deep and desirous breath of fresh

air as the fated hour approaches

when justice which will not be forthcoming

will be overtaken by depth's aptitudes

a mountain grow engorge a terminus

while the presence of peace is uncertain


again and again what is effaced falls

to gather in footprints of denials.





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Senators who stifle dreams of great love

Senators who stifle dreams of great love

have as much knowledge as they have of good

little they ponder the mysteries of hope

for everything they have is afforded

from power they made into minions

between faith and despair they choose all wrong

why else do they replace peace with war

if not to wring hands irresponsible?

Dusted with diamonds they bargain galore

with what is most treasured by the white doves

the people who govern themselves and more

observing the miseries of their gov

that it cannot foresee the time and hour

when we are all free from their terror.






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Straight Back 4 Compton

--More punks I smoke, yo, my rep gets bigger, NWA

Back to Compton without stopping at Go

speeding past a millennium or two

vanishing with all concentric wisdom

peers from vermillion vellum right at You

Whatever the malice, despair or wrong

You will always be Virginal and young

never will your offpsring go without fun

for mirth and love are congruent compounds

Peace, joy, and laughter all of your Life

let no one bring harm with their Mischief

The Honeybee

--daring symmetry (Blake)

The honey of the bee is sweet
and gathered from crevice's deep
what it takes it refills replete
its beauty and its buzzing sweep
the avenues of misery
chaos and harmony appeal
beginning and ending are equal
upon its with wings of ecstasy
it finds it requires nothing
more than its own purpose to be
small what it needs for its plenty






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Parallel Petals of Time and of Sound

--(Chicory and Daises Released, WCW)

Art is a Verb that becomes a Poem

The stem, the petal crown, and the center

become Yesterday, Today, Tomorrow,

a Timepiece, of Symmetry, and a Form

Each of its leaves is a journey onward

against its own death beginning in Verse

A birth is its answer, form, and Purpose,

toward Beauty toward consciousness

Mercy, equality, and Equipose

Whereas the Sea is Circled peacefully...

the color, the movement, and the shape

of it seems hardly a flower at all

but the restlessness of making a sound

and a parallel, a mirror profound.











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Pomona is a Woman and City

(shaken by your beauty, shaken by your beauty: Paterson, WCW)

Pomona is a Woman and City

   She stands up in a library glass case

the fruit she extends on her palm glistens

while across the avenue a long day

casts no shadow on protected children

though it may burn, squelch, and singe with anger

the boys and the girls no longer wonder

“who will keep us safe from government?”

For she is tall made of marble carved clear

heroic, able, she banishes evil

the hems of her skirt mercy embroidered

no furrow appears in her memory

for peace, beauty, prosperity, and wealth

will bless all the people what they have tilled

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