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Ken Greenman Poems

214 Faces

The anarchists face, the dictators face, is the same face. It’s in the eyes. Eyes that will not see where my nose begins, eyes blind to all but Will, the Will to see as they will, no matter what their … Continue reading

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214 Air Map

In the lacey laberinth of leaf and limb lies a path to nest and nuts, unmarked, but to those who know the map. Up the trunk, out on the branch, tetering on a bending, bending, bending twig, s t r … Continue reading

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213 In no hurry

I admire the leaf unhurried. Who is in no rush to be buried. Who holds to life, through wind, storm, ice, holds tight for he knows where he’s bound if he’s blown to the ground.

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212 why we need violence, disaster, bloody gore and plague in our free time entertainments

“….and then I woke up” But there was nothing to be like, scared about, you know? It was just a nightmare. The 747 I wasn’t flying wasn’t about to explode. From the Everest I wasn’t climbing, I wasn’t gonna off … Continue reading

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211 A leaf life

The life span of a leaf is brief. From springs gold birth to summers green, to Autumns red and then she’s dead. But in her time, she’s worn the robes God weaves so fine. She’s fluttered in breeze, kited on … Continue reading

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210 Fertilizing Temptation

We fertilize temptation with contemplation. The focus of our lust, we caress with thought. Luxury of vicarious act, safe from penalty of consequence. But, in that unexpected, shocking moment, when the Truth confronts us that “Whatever act we cherish in … Continue reading

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209 Spring corn

Just now popping out, rows of green shoots, new corn stalks, inches high, ripple past as I drive by a early seeded field. On this road, this view, perpendicular, green lines are clear. But, as I turn a corner, take … Continue reading

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208 living and dying on a California freeway

bum boom bum boom bum boom bum boom bum boom bum boom bum boom boom bang boo huh? oh!! BUMMER!!!

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207 Route 2-West, Mass.

Constructiton zone on the Interstate destroys a cosmos in a frog pond, leaves a bone yard, tree stumps, muddied water, root mounds. Natures hush, sacrificed to mans ruch home to watch, on The Nature Channel, the plight of the endangered … Continue reading

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206 I-81, Pennsylvainia

Men came, scared the land, gouged great gashes, hundres of mines, hundreds of feet deep to uncover coal. Rail beds, steam locomotives conveyers to haul coal and mountains of skag, the residue of rape everest across miles of ruined earth. … Continue reading

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