PERPETUATION OF VETERAN POVERTY – A COHESIVE TANGENT

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PERPETUATION OF VETERAN POVERTY – A COHESIVE TANGENT 195434 on march 15th 2017 the PERPETUATION OF VETERAN POVERTY comes about not only from the homelessness that i have suffered, but that many Veterans of America have and do suffer HOMELESSNESS. … Continue reading

” love and delusions – 1 ” everyday poetry 241

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LOVE AND DELUSIONS todays writing group, our Coach LeiLani gave us an assignment of reading a few first paragraphs and then writing our own story with the inspiration – We had Veterans Adam, Rick and Carlos – as well as … Continue reading

” QUESTIONS ” – everyday poetry 239

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So, this is not exactly poetry, but a fusion – and very serious!  Questions Today’s workshop – our Writing Coach took us on a totally different direction… which happens from time to time. We had 4 Veterans – Rick, Lucy, … Continue reading

” tomorrow’s tests and pleasures ” – everyday poetry 238

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Today, i was at the much needed group therapy. Adam was there… he has been gone for a month to the wonderful Land of Hawaii – Lucy Ann was there… she had been off to the big country of Texas, … Continue reading

” Block script to the end of the world ” – everyday poetry 237

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Just three of us and our fearless leader here today – miss my other Vet family Erren, Lucy, Terre, Patrick – the other Marine, Adam, Wes, and Carlos, who i was able to see the other day! Hope they are … Continue reading

” a bouquet of flowers ” – Everyday poetry 235

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Today at the Veteran Writers group – group therapy we had Leilani – our writing coach, we had Terre – Army, Lucy – Army, Rick – Air Force, Lone Wolf – (odd i don’t know his branch of service yet! … Continue reading

” Fruedian Slop ” – everyday poetry 234

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I wrote this in the Veteran Writers Workshop at Wellness Works about a couple weeks ago, and did not have the chance to put it up… like many other pieces still here and there and not organized Fruedian slop And … Continue reading

” soliloquy ” – everyday poetry 228

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“fodder for roses” – everyday poetry 227

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to become “fodder for roses” June 9, 2016 11 2134 we draw breath for a second to become fodder for roses we need the breath of angels to lose our apathy we hold our breath in meditation in order to … Continue reading

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Screen Shot 2016-09-28 at 6.12.20 PM.pngwith the writers group we have 8 of us Veterans and one leader

guess who they are

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discombobulation recant

when the high blue skies hold the entire body of fluffy marshmallows for the sake of a gal or a fellow who is not so swell in temperament after all – but in the great crawl spaces they traced a map that you could shake your head at as to the definitive directions for the route out of harms way

they did not know either, they still don’t

the hand that reached in was that of the devils

at least all of the first 100 or so

it was very difficult to get to the hands that were not of the cloth of the undertaker

but raking the soil she was

she still continues

HEY, NOT ALL WOMEN ARE LIKE THAT

i heard a church bell bellowing to the sounds of black sabbath bloody sabbath

and stones were being carved

the harvest was not yet in

so the directions of the occupants would not be inscribed until the appearance of decaying flesh

current stones have directions as if it were compass directions

like most of them south, some south east, a few north and of course some way the fuck east and west

but it was up and down, and left and right which is somebody else’s up and down depending from where one was standing

 

i am really freaking hungry

how about some fresh caught catfish

dome dandelion root with the leaves that were so often dug up and tossed to the side

now i have a fully contained garden of what was once and perhaps still is so readily disregarded

a hangover you say – on the rhubarb stems and licorice root still with the taste of the minerals that were growing them

can i bring miss Fortune Cookie with me

i believe she would love this experience

 

take a trail from a path that has no past and has yet always been present with the dichotomies of equal representation in anything that one goes through or is subjected to

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