poem – The Poetry Of J.P.

Hero

He’s nobody’s hero,
the man that wakes at dawn,
the bagger that packs bags
’till swole with groceries.

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Lullaby

We are living in Orwell’s mind,
while Huxley sings his lullaby

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Build Back Better

Do not believe bankers, princes,
or governments; for all their wealth,
glittering gold, and grasping at control,

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He passed away today—or was it days ago,I have not the strength to tell.Anymore, the rose’s petal’s saywhat my words could never:don’t send me more flowers—please don’t affix a card to the lilies,because I have relived his deathwith each wilting lilyand cried more often then a rose in molt.

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Dad’s Shadow

On workdays he’d get up,
worn as the mattress’s springs,
and put on his dad face.
I’d sometimes see him through the cracks

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A Carpenter’s Tools

How many year ago
did the carpenters tools
become useless
to understand the world?

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Blacker Than Black

Reading the newspaper:
It said, new material blacker

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Habitual Bipedalism and Episodal Humanism

Ever since the first grass blades gathered
beneath the feet of wandering birch trees
those little leafs have made us leap and flee;
our hips an Eocene launch toward hazards,

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O’, Do Not Speak of the Soul

Not in leaflets or amid the marching
of nuclear niore to be found,

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O’ Liberty – An Acrostic Poem

Liberty’s wields her sword
in most imperceptible ways,

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Hero

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Lullaby

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Build Back Better

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Please Don’t Send Flowers

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Dad’s Shadow

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A Carpenter’s Tools

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Blacker Than Black

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Habitual Bipedalism and Episodal Humanism

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O’, Do Not Speak of the Soul

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O’ Liberty – An Acrostic Poem

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