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Poetemkin Apr 2019
In America,
my family owes no income tax,
but receives a large "return" anyway.

In America,
my whole family receives medical and dental care
on the taxpayer's dime.

In America,
my family would not be able to afford health insurance
if it was not free for us.

In America,
my education would be free
if I went back to college.

In America,
I cannot afford to go on a vacation, or lose income
by taking time off.

In America,
I am poor.

But,

in America,
everyone in my family will eat
more than we need to survive.

In America,
I have a home, and it is as warm, or cool, or dry
as I want it to be.

In America,
my water is clean,
and it's as hot or cold as I wish.

In America,
the internet is available to me any time
day or night.

In America,
I have access to so much electricity that
I can charge phones,
turn on all the lights,
use the stove and the fridge,
watch TV,
and use the internet all at the same time.

In America,
I can often buy things just because
I want them.

In America,
I earn more than two hundred dollars
per week.

So,

in America,
I am poor.

But,

in the world,
I am the 1%
Poetemkin Mar 2019
Once, when often neighbors hastened greatly
to their own attents, there was peace abroad
the village owing to the grace espoused
and purveyed—yea!—preached and engaged by all.

None there, fain to smear his comrade, durst to
act upon his greed; none there, skint as cats
though he be, dared his ***** thirst to feed.
None the sweat-racked work were shirking, none the
darkened alleys lurking, none the brass-starred
men besmirching, in that commis'rate vale.

"Friend, I would thy load be bearing if thou
wouldst cast it on me! Let us both go forth
while sharing words and burdens, you and me!"

"I have nought for this to give thee; I have
ne'er the smallest cent. Sold today are my
holdings, and this grain's 'gainst the harvest lent."

"Friend, I would thy payment reject if thou
were to offer it! I wish only to
walk with thee: both thy load and spirits lift!
If I could from thee goad thine sad story
I would think it a great gift. Good sir, please
betale me! I will use my soul for ears."

Down the wooden shaded dirt lane these
new partners—strangers still—bore betwixt them
borrowed grain sacks and hope of crops come.
Poetemkin Mar 2019
ʸN ðͧ b̓gʸnn̓ŋͥ Gdͦ cʴͥͤtd̛ ðͧ hͤvͪn̓ nͣd ðͧ rͤÞ.

2. Nͣd ðͧ rͤÞ wͣs wʸÞt̆ frͦm, nͣd vͦdͥ; nͣd drͣkn̓ßͤ wͣs pͧnͦ ðͧ fͤcͥ vͧ ðͧ dpͥ. Nͣd ðͧ Spʸrʸt vͧ Gdͦ mv̐d pͧnͦ ðͧ fͤcͥ vͧ ðͧ wtͣrͤs.

3. Nͣd Gdͦ sͤdͪ, Lͪtͤ ðͤʸr bͥ lʸght: nͣd ðͤʸr wͣs lʸght.

4. Nͣd Gdͦ swͦ ðͧ lʸght, ðtͣ ʸt wͣs gd̑: nͣd Gdͦ dv̓ͣdͥd̓ ðͧ lʸght frmͧ ðͧ drͣkn̓ßͤ.

5. Nͣd Gdͦ cͦlld ðͧ lʸght D, nͣd ðͧ drͣkn̓ßͤ hͥ cͦlld Nʸght. Nͣd ðͧ vͥn̓ŋͥ nͣd ðͧ mrͦn̓ŋͥ wrͤ ðͧ frͤst dͤʸ.
Poetemkin Mar 2019
Perhaps if I did more than whip out a line
Perhaps if I invested more time in the craft
Perhaps if I took my sweet, patient time
Perhaps if I did it for more than a laugh
Perhaps if I spent more than five minutes on them
My poems would become more sublime
Poetemkin Mar 2019
Shoot for the stars.
Watch that they don't shoot back.

Pull yourself up by your bootstraps.
Mind the gravity.

Poor your blood, sweat, and tears into it.
Have saline solution and a blood donor on standby.

Never give in; never give up; never go back.
You'll need the persistence because you'll never get there.

March to the beat of your own drum.
Not too loudly; there are noise ordinances.

Take the bull by the horns.
Mess with the bull; get the horns.

Put your heart and soul into it.
I'm sure you can handle being disembodied.

Believe in yourself.
Congratulations, you've become self-aware.

Fortune favors the bold;
taxmen prey on the fortunate.
Poetemkin Jun 2018
"Hello Poetry"
is just right for the first line
of a bad haiku
Poetemkin May 2018
Succinct wording for
low attention span readers.
Best use haiku here.
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