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Oct 2015 · 337
magic word
Sam Temple Oct 2015
as a white American
few words hold power
the strength to stop traffic
the ability to curb enthusiasm
the worth to end conversation
‘****’ is such a word –
to write ‘****’ barely
invokes an emotional response
just four little letters on a page
written in such a way as to possess
meaning
through the organization of
consonants and vowels
creating a linguistic circus
which we can all enjoy…
**** –
merely slang for a feminine body part
or saved for those who infuriate us
nearly beyond measure
we throw it around, but not haphazardly
like those silly British:
tossing bleeding ***** for fun and frolic
while ******* a ***…
ah, the majesty of vernacular
**** –
she acted in such a way;
he made me so mad;
that dog **** on the floor;
come here honey, let me lick it
stick it
and slap it once for old time’s sake
**** …
more magic than Siegfried and Roy
especially when offered to a young boy
as a shiny new toy …
****
who knew it could bring forth both
such pain and such overwhelming joy
**** –
Oct 2015 · 205
sad truth....face it
Sam Temple Oct 2015
closed to differences of opinion
doors slam and angry hands
hide faces distorted with
misplaced rage and hate
over idealism misaligned -
personal impressions resist
accepting the masses
for humanity’s oneness,
instead they shake fists
and make lists of despicable
versions of themselves -
kissing the sleeping heads
of innocent children
whispering desperate prayers
to the white god of hypocrisy
in vain and misguided attempts
to fulfill ******’s master race
my face holds its shape
slight upturn at the corners of soft lips
stubbly beard glistening
with red and silver highlights
in a warm summer sun…
a knowing twinkle in my eye
as calm realization takes hold:
we could never truly be a unified people,
a one world government cannot succeed,
we dislike differences too much
to all become one….
Oct 2015 · 218
parental woes
Sam Temple Oct 2015
wrinkled forehead and a passing sigh
the boy has given her reason for irritation
I watch the unfolding scene, helpless
everyone knows what it takes to get along
but the young free-loading adult
has yet to apply knowledge practically
so once again we find ourselves
bound by hostile energy
as raised voices and flailing extremities
become the new after work norm –
a soft kiss and passing pleasantries
are exchanged between us
prior to a kitchen visit
and bad feelings towards laziness
for its own sake…
his attitude and effort lacking
our anger and discontent growing
all the while I quietly pray
he gets it while we can still be friends –
another trip down the driveway
another day with a growing sense of dread
am I going to have to yell again
beg again
cry again
over what should be common practice
and not the fight that will have him homeless –
we sit on the bed discussing options
as we are unwilling to simply give up
blood ties and strong family bonds
mingle with tears of frustration
as we ask the question to the universe
for the umpteenth time,
“what can we try next?”
to get a 19 year old know-it-all
lazy ***
to be part of a functioning household
or at the very least
pay his own way –
Oct 2015 · 456
fat black dog
Sam Temple Oct 2015
fat black dog
sits

flies buzz incessantly
muzzle

snort and sneeze send snot
flying

fat black dog
lays

the sun shines bright
panting

creaking screen door
slams

fat black dog
sleeps
Sam Temple Oct 2015
the tongues of the young ones
hold guns at nuns in the sunshine
unwinding the twine I find folks tryin’
to be kind with no mind to station
in a nation of free mason determination
I ration my subjugation while indoctrinating
all involved in the situation
meanwhile, contemplating the aggravation
due to lack of communication and the infestation
of democratic non-utilization with my proletariat
upbringing encouraging me to parrot the derelict
inherent bliss of my parental units while ******* in a river
the law giver’s deliver quivering shivers eating liver
near the monument built to remember
what never is reveled in the benevolent morning
snoring by now, I am sure
the reader (you) looks for purity in poetry
while I offer only fodder
….sure, it’s clever…  –
Oct 2015 · 260
she moves me
Sam Temple Oct 2015
as I sit overlooking this day’s group of testers
I am not really in the room
my body occupies space
that much is true
and my eyes track the surroundings
for both my, and the safety
of my incarcerated students…
all the while
I am with her –
I imagine holding her warm body
close to mine
offering soft kisses
and gently stroking her delicate cheek
leaning in so that I am able to better smell
the hint of lavender and coconut oil
mingling with light incense
and the innocence of unconditional love…
these fragrances send my mind to spinning
like a youth after their first real whisky drunk    
unable to properly focus, I examine my other senses
touching her,
listening to her heart beat play percussion
to a slow, steady, rhythmic breathing
periodically experiencing a loving coo
as she too is totally entranced by the moments we share…
placing my mouth on the curves of her body
tasting faint salt
and oatmeal goats milk soap
and an essence of femininity
that stirs a longing that takes complete hold of attention…
forcing myself back into the classroom
I shift slightly in my seat hoping no one
raises a hand…
only she makes me feel like a 13 year old
being called up to answer math questions on the board
with a raging ******* –
Oct 2015 · 918
battle bulge version Samuel
Sam Temple Oct 2015
how on earth
could steaming squash and Brussel sprouts
be as good as Doritos and a soft serve swirl…
sure, I desire to be a healthy old man
but my taste buds wish me dead at 45
they long for sweet wheat and extra large
portions of meat
indiscrete feedings at fried food buffets
all the while maintaining the look of a fella
only slightly over-weight
…..still, I feel poorly
headaches and joint pain
racing brain and an inability to refrain
from the foods that are doing this to me
I never thought after conquering
8 years of ****** addiction
and 15 years a tobacco ******
that candy bars would be my greatest foe
forget candy bars
let’s talk bread….
loaves of sourdough golden roasted
rye to die for
and cinnamon…rolls,
banana or zucchini
sprinkled on toast with a touch of sugar …
it is no wonder I am larger than need be
the BMI calculator says I am 84 pounds
from defeating obesity
so much for my professional lineman physique –
Oct 2015 · 1.2k
rhyming trash imposter
Sam Temple Oct 2015
trunks filled with junk and the crunk juice flows
flunked out pill popping junkies with no cash go
drunkenly to the shrunken head show
knowing they stunk.
The monks dunked funky mumps victims
on bunk beds and licked them
instead of fixing lunk-headed situations
with linkin-log technologic advances
drinking dogs retrofitted with dance moves
groove on the wooden floor while ****** bore
the Moors with tales of divorce and random *******
on all fours in doorways
during bad plays on the interstate…
demonstrators, unregulated, on roller skates
wait at the gates of the ingrates filled with hate
and throw pie plates with fated accuracy
and the belated bureaucratic picnic
nitwits in knickers knuckle bump
and plump debutants snicker
the wicker croquet mallets
perform ballet in the chalet
and I have to valet the cars –
Oct 2015 · 654
is the time right...
Sam Temple Oct 2015
there is a chance
that today is the day
in which I utilize
the fountain of information
at my disposal
in order to live
a happier
and more health conscious life –
so many fine books
hours of research
digging deep to find the truth
hidden in dark recesses
humans no longer need meat
only the awareness and fortitude
to live as fans of nutrition –
fast food fallout
cancer in droves
obesity in the streets
and food addiction as the norm
live if America revolves
around being and maintaining
fat ***** –
290 lbs. and 6 feet four inches tall
probably should weight closer to 185
probably should never eat another steak
probably gonna die of heart disease
unless……
we are have the amazing ability within
to make another choice
today, may be that day for me
time to make another choice –
Oct 2015 · 585
after work with mine wifey
Sam Temple Oct 2015
soft scent of Nag Champa
mingles delicately with Patchouli
I close my eyes and breath deep
the fragrances of my dearest  
finding myself floating on waves of pheromone
my body contorts and folds
with each passing air current
smoke in a sunlight ray
unpredictable in its consistency
moving without effort
I land gently…
looking up from my resting place
two clear pools reflect
my own brown eyes piercing
my heart swells
my hands sweat
this is what love feels like –
Oct 2015 · 279
ode to the RFID chip (10w)
Sam Temple Oct 2015
I will

never

be microchipped,


even if

I

am ostracized.
Oct 2015 · 579
for Venus..
Sam Temple Oct 2015
shining on high, she looks down and smiles
we catch each other’s eye…twinkle
she, a planetary body
me, a man who watches… for a while

each new morning we share this time of peace
as day begins to break anew
before the sun or waning moon
the cool autumn and the sound of the geese

Venus glowing on her heavenly ride
I, but a man, confined to Earth
hold her sway if only fleeting
cloud passes by, the moment pushed aside

on the morrow we shall meet once again
as is the custom during Fall
seeking her on the horizon
months I wait for this affair to begin

an October love that lasts all the year
I see her when no light doth shine
looking to the sky expectantly
She looks down on me, and I shed a tear –
Oct 2015 · 438
2 hours and counting
Sam Temple Oct 2015
157 minutes away
seems an eternity
for those of us suffering
from being poo shy –
I slide over slightly
placing the un-comfortability
onto a different aspect of my left cheek
a gurgle rises
my hand flies to my belly…
hold on old friend –
why did I eat Taco Bell for lunch?
when will I learn what works and what doesn’t?
I have had this body for many years
and still I am in total shock
when I load up on hot sauce
then have to go back to work –
two long hours
until my toilet
my semi-interesting book
and a peaceful colon..
waiting for release
is not all it’s cracked up to be –
Oct 2015 · 663
some shit salad right here
Sam Temple Oct 2015
impressed by blessings expressed
my guess is the cesspool confessed
undigested fresh shoots shoot forth
at stressed guests with repressed ******
sweet caresses in the rest area
treat processionals with hysteria
fleeting pedestrians thin with dysentery
imagined thespians acting accordingly    
elder accordionist shakes liver spotted fists
at lists written in jest
by **** drunk sisters with wrist rockets
and bobby sock pocket protectors
knobby kneed sarcasm injectors
deflect suggestions relating to indigestion
and pander to the discretion of their own reflections
in conclusion the union mission’s position remains
to refrain from insisting on persistent revolutionaries
wearing terry cloth togas
in the merry moth of May --
Oct 2015 · 265
that ole feeling....
Sam Temple Oct 2015
sickly thoughts of self-harm
bubble from the void
nothing as trivial as cutting
but the cold steel
pressed hard…
lace wing butterflies flutter
lighting ever-so-gently
colorful powder floats in soft breezes
as my reddened fist
turns to uncover
the guts of gods beauty…
bile rises from the depths
contorting my face into a scowl
hate filled eyes enraged
stare into the cracked mirror
happy fun time is over, again…
I awake with a start
too much fried food
and the anniversary of Mother’s death
have me in a very unsettled spot
wishing I could sleep
thinking about my estranged daughter
lost within myself….
Oct 2015 · 974
remembering visions
Sam Temple Oct 2015
remembering visions
her loveliness against
desert backdrop
Arizona in August…
****** in the moonlight
tent-flap drawn just so
allowing both a breeze
and the scent of Thomas Creek…
freckles kissed by the sun
Pacific coast retreat
drunken hot-tubbing
passing inebriated smiles…
8000 miles across the country
and back and back
her silhouette captured
20 states holding her eyes
in my mind…
relaxed breathing of a sleeping angel
orange glow of candlelight
brought to tears over the experience
seeing love manifest…
rapidly approaching 13
years of marriage
4000, 700, 45 days
I still find myself
caught up
remembering visions –
Sam Temple Oct 2015
cramming lifetimes into weeks
pounding 5ths of Jim Beam for 8 weeks
jumping to **** for a minute
then onto the LSD
all the while bathing in ****
wannabe thugs on drugs –
Lil Pauly stepped out of the apartment
slid into the CRX
offered up a dose and a ****
it was Tuesday afternoon after all
balla status without notoriety
only the ego fed insanity of
white entitlement sprinkled
with the arrogance of youth –
the truth is we were lucky
no one died or did hard time
we walked through the height of addiction
basically unscathed
battle stories unmatched
as we left each stone, ****** and alone
now, grown, our roaming days have ceased
we chat of old days
knowing nothing would send us on a month long ******
except maybe the change in wind direction –
Oct 2015 · 451
our shared super-power
Sam Temple Oct 2015
four months and twenty some days
the big 4…….Oh,          as they say
thinking of practically applying
a lifetime of research
for a more complete
version of myself
better to see
healthy 85 –
nutritionally
there are changes
ways in which I could
eat free of preservatives
chemical laden un-digestible
hormone fed environment killers
but that would be just one way of change –
I could also take up some form of regular exercise
once upon a time I was active and healthful
playing city league basketball and roofing
getting my sweat on as a lifestyle choice
now, less and less after the injury
which has become but an excuse
to allow fat deposits
to grow freely
extending
my belly –
it is always
just a choice to make
we all have that special power
to simply choose again, at any time
and recreate or earthly experience anew
this is the big truth the government hides away
locked in secret vault next to Hoffa and the Roswell UFO
humanities greatest gift from the universe is the ability to make choices –
the ultimate question is what, now, will you do with this information
will you examine your life and perhaps make some changes
as I have and most certainly continue to do
can I lead you to a new promise land
in which we all truly live free
it's really an easy answer
a simple statement
………………...
…………….
………..
yes –
Oct 2015 · 265
the future of abuse (10w)
Sam Temple Oct 2015
One day
parents

will be in court….

over denying



television.
Oct 2015 · 314
consider your reflection
Sam Temple Oct 2015
You do you:
me, me.
I will just be,
and this can be through.

We needn’t argue
fuss and or fight
all are right
when you just do you

you do you…
I’ll not troll
or criticize your soul
leaving you feeling blue

it’s all we can do,
just being who we are…
we’re all from the dust of a star
you just be you

when you do you
it free us all
like sharing the ball
…should be just what we do

If you need a shoe
or help, or aid, or compassion..
I will be there…in some fashion
because you were you

and me, I will be me
while you are being you
this way we can both live true
you as you and me….as me
Sam Temple Oct 2015
Pressed hard against warm flesh in the barely illuminated darkness guesstimating the blessings of your fresh mess, I ingest the best and leave the rest unstressed. Soft caresses underneath the dress bring visions of ancestral ****** in jest. My accentuated ******* bereft of the simplest zesty scents leave jesters lamenting about the repressed nexus of flexing wreckers. Flickering trestles rustle as the mesh lays lifeless after undress and the pressures of the rescuers sheds ravenous blushers rushing and undulating such as plush calves do. Fissures, wet, impress impresarios investing in resting besties and ******* lechers; a pitcher, ditched by the rich, flashes in the marsh stressing the finches and leaching petroleum onto the beaches.   I reach for another peach and beseech the mashed potatoes makers, “just take a rest” –
Oct 2015 · 786
no end in sight....
Sam Temple Oct 2015
hyped blood moon leaves me longing
no doom, no massive uprising
just another day
so many times the end of humanity
has reared its head
only to falter
when the day actually comes along
who among us remembers Elenin –
it is only through the revisiting of ancient ways
that we stand to exist beyond the horizon
returning to experiencing oneness with the natural world
as a part of instead of a steward too or protector therein
Carlin calls it ego, but I think stupidity
holds humanity at sway
thinking less pollution can somehow fix the Pacific
except fallout has been a part of that sea
since the late 1940’s –
no one looks to the Lorax
or even Woodsy the Owl
instead focusing on the little green head
on dollar bills…
pill popping beer swillers killing the planet
while claiming to be the smartest and greatest nation..
my patience is running out –
doubtful change can happen through human interaction
I wait for the earth to rid itself of this virus
massive tectonic upheaval
super storms
lice….
we all gonna die,
and it will be all our fault –
Oct 2015 · 2.1k
for the selfie crowd....
Sam Temple Oct 2015
duck face to fish gape
snap chatting **** pics
instagraming the ******
narcissism holds sway a nation –
apathetic selfie queens
scroll past Syria
to delve deeply
into the Minaj/ Swift debacle
shackled minds line mall walls
behind shines the toothy grin
of sinister consumer based
individualism..
a schism widens as the generational divide
resembles a large impressive Grand Canyon…
as opposed to the little crack in south Colorado –
Oct 2015 · 390
straight to the dump
Sam Temple Oct 2015
unkempt neck hair
dancing in the fan breeze
pleased by the sight, I push up my sleeves
and seethe while sieving the encrusted cheese cloth
elderly resin glands scratch like sand
and the blandness of the disease seems to squeeze
any meaning from the motion
ocean waves graze mutant toes as wind blowing
snow globes throws devotionally challenged
prose writers into a delightful tizzy
thin lizzy in the background sounds like
barking dogs at the drown pound
and unwound knitted sweaters look better
when wetter than investment bankers at the swankiest of parties
sour smarties in plastic hats use poorly ventilated ski masks
basking rashes in priceless sashes bat eyelashes at lasses during mass
and the catholic priest has ceased to crease his pleated trousers
mouse traps snap shut in front of the bunk beds
her trunk of junk likes crunk juice on Tuesdays
and I sit, drunken, trying to debunk 9/11 –
Oct 2015 · 480
bad news dogmatists
Sam Temple Oct 2015
new dynamic enters the stratus
something shifting
triangulated attitudinally
sitting on a chesterfield
brushing away lint from grey trousers
thinking about ending the lollygagging
and crushing despondency
with action akin to space flight
energetic tingles transform
particulates blend and restructure
transformer style
before unknown element
lose in society
beaconing children and religious
to eat of the space fruit
Orion’s apple
the pope wants us to be open to alien religion –
Oct 2015 · 293
no harvest party
Sam Temple Oct 2015
mildew coated leaves lay atop the cool ground
torn asunder and left to rot
no longer the object of attention
or affection
its fruit, long since eaten
and shat out
barely a memory –
disorganized vines hold but a few yellowish tomatoes
not above the ground, no… but by the thinnest of stems
browning in the autumn air
lackluster weeding becomes the norm
as storm season approaches ….
what is more lonely and despondent
than a garden 3 weeks after harvest –
Oct 2015 · 553
the dream I am creating
Sam Temple Oct 2015
comfortably placed in a well-padded swivel chair
fingertips tapping a lovely mahogany desk
on the left rests a vape pen loaded with rosin I squished
next to a hand-blown glass pipe
specifically for the finest organic outdoor flower
which, it just so happens, I grew myself
the soft glow of the screen beacons
another lovely poem for the community –
outside the window just off my right shoulder
barely noticeable fin movements send spotted coy across the pond
just beyond, the gardens, both vegetable and medicinal
sit in the sun, swelling and flourishing
surrounded by large quartz stones
placed into a medicine wheel
ala black elk speaks       --
the old lab comes and rests his greying mug on my leg
a few pats and some scratching under the chin and around the ears
fat and ornery black and white cat hops into the window sill
offering up a weak meow, and anticipatory purrs
soft caresses from the top of his head to the base of his tail
stretching his *** way into the air, he looks over as if to ask,
“who said you could be done”
I place my hands at the keyboard
typing what may be the one that gets me on Colbert –
Sam Temple Oct 2015
my face hurts
looking at my countrymen
and the insanity that is rampant
we allow our government to **** innocents
in the name of safety
while leaving those of us most at risk
to wallow in the dank, squalor
that is untreated mental illness –
all the conversation is about regulation
of tools, equipment, merchandise
when we need to be discussing the de-funding
of federal and state facilities
here’s an idea:
give tax breaks to doctors working with this population
incentivize the public to work together in bridging these gaps in society
not out of fear, but love for our fellow man –
a deranged soul bent on ******
will find a way to ****
as sure as the sun shines
and hardware stores sell hammers
inconceivable homicidal events
will be part of the new United States culture….
seriously, look at what we put in our bodies
both as food and medication
how could anyone expect that all of us would stay
well-adjusted
and pro-social –
there is another angle
even more sinister and devious that just leaving crazy people
to freely roam the streets without so much as a check in
and it lives in the realm of conspiracy
and within the walls of the lunatic fringe surrounding society at large
it holds the notion that somewhere between HAARP
the CIA, the NSA, the FBI,
combined with shadow operatives
of the illuminati and new world order
have been periodically tapping individuals
with the proper mental state to preform horrific acts
with the agenda of furthering certain political ideology
while concurrently undermining the freedoms and liberties
that make the United States of America a beacon of hope
to the poor and disenfranchised across the globe…..
how, you ask, does this happen….
Sandy Hook,
Umpqua Community College,
Zimmerman,
mass media pushing the hype train
to the top of Everest
and sending that som’ma’ma’*****  sailing into the masses
with a new scotch, neat, in hand
they watch us flounder and fight
laughing all the way
to the safety of their
underground fortresses –
Sep 2015 · 218
even on hard days
Sam Temple Sep 2015
heavy sigh escapes
minutes become lifetimes
eternity to infinity
and still I wait
to hold you near –
eyes cross with boredom
wishing even to need a toilet
but nothing breaks the monotony
but the passing thoughts
of your sweet embrace –
bad food sends a distended belly into fits of gurgle
slight sweat smell wafts down the corridor
2000 inmates pass by my wire-laden windows
their footsteps
pounding in my brain long after count has cleared
leave me longing for the quiet of our shared bed –
broken lead ends my distraction
giving me pause, long enough to sharpen my tool
thinking about what this moment brings in your office
or if you, also sit thinking of when we are together again –
Sep 2015 · 344
nail biter
Sam Temple Sep 2015
a loud click rings through my head
two teeth meet where once
fingernail lived
as if I were a ******
tiny little gnawing nibbles
travel 72% across the plain of my nail
when at once a slip
pulling tear…
upon inspection and to my horror
what was a clean cut
has become jagged and frayed
looking like an oak bough
with long hanging moss
but this moss is attached to the nail at large
gripping the offender tightly
and with a quick jerking motion
an attempt is made to remove the blight
without pain or fanfare
to my dismay it breaks free
just at the edge of the nail
I can see the reddening start…
immediately those same to teeth go to work
biting and twisting the tiny attached shard
drool trickles to the second knuckle
as I, totally engrossed, do my best cannibal impression
removing my finger from my mouth
a deep sadness cross my face
there will be no way to avoid bleeding….
with a renewed vigor akin to feverish
I once again attack my own hand
teeth gleaming, ready to savagely destroy
the surrounding flesh
I feel myself clamp down
frozen with fear I slowly pull my head back
tearing skin makes a slight squeak
and an iceberg emerges from my nail crotch
instantly I smash the now bleeding hole
into my tee-shirt
the stain a small price to pay
for the relief I will feel in a few days
once the swelling goes down –
Sep 2015 · 267
my wife's touch
Sam Temple Sep 2015
The email reads,
“you mean the world to me
I am the luckiest woman alive
thank you for sharing this experience with me”
I sit re-reading the words
understanding the meaning
but struggling to believe
I am this man now –
She looks at me with a soft smile
and an excited twinkle
checking this six foot five inch frame out
a warmth fills me
as I know she desires me
…. the desire is mutual
her delicate fingers
caress my neck at the hairline
sending a shiver through my body
I sit amazed that after 13 years
we can still share lovely moments
like it was the first day –
Sep 2015 · 594
crow on the job
Sam Temple Sep 2015
coal black raven sits atop the lamppost
perched, regal, with his prize
nestled within his beak
without noticeable movement
the walnut is dropped
crashing to the ground with the force of gravity
pushing all the way
the raven watches intently its decent
upon hitting the pavement below
the bird swoops quickly
gathering the feast before
any squirrel within earshot
develops a plan
beak and talon inspection shows nary a flaw
with minimal wing beats
again atop the lamppost
the raven drops its walnut
this time, slightly more hungry –
Sep 2015 · 470
where are we going......
Sam Temple Sep 2015
transparent disparages
ensnare carefree societies
implying unreliable disguises
with a flair for pageantry
daring prayer, rare hares prepare
hairy Unitarians to marry
shareholders in gay Paris  (Pari’)
repairing the tear
offering free-range diversity
university perversions revert
extroverted exhibitionists
to airline reservationists
impatiently, first-world philanthropists
**** on lists twisting
the anthropologists mood into a balloon animal
this scandalous tryst helps
black-balled priests insisting
on peace to release persistent
victims’ names to mass media outlets
disabled vets regret investing
as corporate jets rest on golden runways
dark days on the horizon
implying these lies perpetrated
cause an uprising that surprises
those late to realize
the fly’s on the eyes of
poor black children
are all of our future –
Sep 2015 · 263
lil pup (10W)
Sam Temple Sep 2015
dog sits

black fur wet

wafting odor

I spray

Febreeze
Sep 2015 · 4.3k
dinner bell
Sam Temple Sep 2015
vanishing hope
for consumption as a way of life
obese children shovel pharmaceuticals
down the throats of the infirm
internally developing low-tone hymns
relating to slow death by corporate greed –
albino judicators
pass melanin laws
felonizing  the populace
perpetuating the proletariat
while pontificating
on the post 9/11 society –
isolated rabble-rousers
screaming at eggshell walls
dislodge tacks holding together
the fabric of American culture
with ingrown and chewed fingernails
flailing armies
think back to trench warfare –
robust midwives mediate
heated discussions
as the United Nations blindly
support U.S. imperialism
looking for kickbacks
from energy companies
globalization giving all humanity
incurable S.T.D.’s –
the last free house mouse
bounds betwixt the ruins
energetically sniffing the rubble
seeking some small morsel
to satisfy its hunger –
Sep 2015 · 767
night sky intricacies
Sam Temple Sep 2015
transfixed by the vastness
pinpricks carrying galaxies
and the death of one far off light
means the potential for new nebula
a black beetle's journey across my arm distracts
displaced hairs create a path
his trail marks my own
looking back into the night sky
shimmering distant worlds hide
orbiting barely visible star systems
falling asteroid streaks from the northern sector
to a south-eastern resting place
most space rocks find the desert
to be most to their liking
soft cricket chirp  
drowns out the rumble from a
passing air liner
the chemical strip left behind seems a shadow
spiting the universe in half
much like the ecliptic
keeps Aquarius at bay
Sep 2015 · 2.9k
cow fart catastrophe
Sam Temple Sep 2015
species massacred for grazing
cows rule the world
the Brazilian rainforest
is now 80 million acres
of open range
supporting our demise
one cheeseburger at a time –
6700 gallons of water
is the cost of a big mac
when you factor in growing grain
giving cattle drinking water
and processing meat
peak water and peak oil
mean nothing when chewing cud –
more than 50% of greenhouse gases
methane from bovine flatus
without a single environmental group
working to stop this plague
instead they openly swallow
government lies about carbon
and the role 300 million United States citizens
have in saving the world of 7 billion
by driving less and recycling –
I laugh uproariously at the idiocy
knowing our karmic retribution
can only be extinction
like so many other species
we’ve killed off to make room
for more livestock agriculture
when everyone knows at this point
we can survive and thrive
off a plant based diet….
I’d write more,
but I am starving for
a bacon double cheeseburger –
Sam Temple Sep 2015
inflamed, red with ****
capped in a snow white helmet
harboring a hair

the infected zone
irritates and bothers me
flea bite out of reach

adolescence marred
mountain ranges across cheeks
geographic ***

pimple head blues song
way down south the bayou bump
stands at attention

impressions, winter
so many flakes cascading
zit in a white-out

shoulder boil lanced
now the shirt fits me better
but I miss my friend…

little wart all wet
rain falls on imperfections
making them shiny
Sep 2015 · 228
love unrequited
Sam Temple Sep 2015
metallic edger grinds the concrete
sending sparks askew
offering trenches for rain rivulets
and a break from the monotony
of the cold impersonal sidewalk
granting a distinctive separation
from the well-manicured lawn
just adjacent –
wide brimmed hat hides a sweaty face
darkened upper sleeves show
the land of lost perspiration
the official ‘wipe-zone’
for the landscape technician
paid by the contract
not many how many hours it takes –
she peeks out from behind lacy drapes
gazing at the most forbidden of fruits
longing to feel rough hands
with skill and delicacy
create new designs upon her landscape
show her the care and patience
she has watched him bestow
on so many flowerbeds
maybe one day…..her bed –
fleeting images of stolen kisses
and soft embraces
dance across her mind’s eye
when at once the rattle
of a rusted out and dented pick-up
travels slowly down the driveway
leaving her lost in lamentation
longing for next Tuesday –
Sep 2015 · 387
sharing a moment
Sam Temple Sep 2015
Sterling Jay props an acorn into the crotch of an Elm
Rhythmic drumming follows
Two-thirds the life of a fly passes
Yet the Sterling remains both diligent and determined
From the porch I hear the crack
Followed by the triumphant high-pitched squawk
Sterling Jay has secured a delightful evening meal --
Sep 2015 · 232
slow death
Sam Temple Sep 2015
It turns out


cows

will be the
death


        of mankind.
(10)W phone poem
Sep 2015 · 242
made it...........
Sam Temple Sep 2015
slight depression in the pavement
allows mild precipitation to congregate
molecules, naturally excitable, join
lost in the reflective properties
I see the clouds flow to the east
altering form, elastic in the wind
brown leaves twirl and fly
oak ballerinas dance gracefully  
lighting ever-so gently
atop my perfect mirror
distortion and ripples change the mood…
I toss up my collar
and walk into the dingy yellow walled prison
Friday has finally come –
Sep 2015 · 1.5k
attack of the 50 ft Trump
Sam Temple Sep 2015
the fatalist in me thinks about a Trump vote
quietly marking the box that will end the American dream
snickering to myself as the ballot falls into the bin
knowing I have done my part to bring about the end –
destroying families across the land
and building a wall greater than any Chinese design
breaking the back of a faltering agricultural system
asking the masses of impoverished to stand right there with him –
expressing a desire to actually nuke Iran
and that the military would rival that of any era
planning on expanding our empire abroad
telling the public that peace is a fraud –
I cannot help the reality that I am entertained
frozen with terror, eyes peeled to the spectacle
this train wreck developing is really just catching speed
could the American people willingly vote for greed –
there is only one way to bring about the end of days
and like anything it takes work, practice, and dedication
but this move seems more real than any before
we are all being wooed by Babylon’s ***** –
I, for one, am going to sit back and enjoy this ride
it’s not often one gets to see the fall of Rome
a nice mountain lake; spring fed and crystal clear
waits hidden in the mountains if the end gets too near –
see, having a plan means there’s no reason to worry
and gives me the advantage to vote for your doom
while most of you sit, hands folded to pray
I’ll hike to the hills when we come to the end of days –
maybe I won’t survive the coming nuclear battle
when ‘the donald’ shoots his mouth off to Vladimir Putin
or Kim Jon, or Iran, or the Afghani folks
but until then I will prepare and go on making jokes –
Sep 2015 · 633
too much Republican debate
Sam Temple Sep 2015
talking heads
discuss the moral fiber of America
but they mean
rich,
white,
elitist
fibers….
what about the fiber of those who helped slaves escape
at risk of their own peril?
what about long-haired kids from the Height
building communes in the California forests?
what about those firemen who ran into burning buildings
to rescue humans regardless of race, creed, or color?
rich,
white
elitist men,
don’t care….
look at the native traditions of living
harmoniously within the natural order of the planet/
look across the impoverish third world lands
and the way families feed each other, tend to children,
work for the common good/
look at the medical marijuana movement
freely giving pounds to sick or autistic children/
rich,
white,
elitist men,
don’t care….
these men only care about making money
off the backs of the less fortunate
expanding the bottom line
while maintaining the status quo
taking care of the shareholders
at the detriment of the entire planet….
rich,  
white,
elitist men,
care about that….
Sam Temple Sep 2015
Red planet hiding
The sun offers a refuge
My eyes strain to see

Cosmic disturbance
Asteroids collide in space
Is our fate sealed?

Solar system change
The gods are off their rockers
New heaven coming

Tilted axis shifts
Hurricanes on land masses
Humanity cries

Helpless government
Hides like a fresh baby fawn
Grass gives no cover

Georgia guide stones sit
Atop a hill in the sun
Not that many live

Are we at the end?
Planet lives on without man…
Just some rock structures………

smile washes over
I have lived a good full life
I feel no fear.
Sep 2015 · 1.2k
Impacted activist
Sam Temple Sep 2015
impassioned fascists lash facts
together working to bash
brash young activists
envisioning a lasting planet
******, Janet
congress loves the Jews
and the blues of today
means we’ve all flown
over nests impressed
with obese flying flesh..
resting festival goers flow
over Bohemian Grove
with row boats toting
goat cheese
and if it please the court
I will bring back Bermuda Shorts
and with elegant reports  on contortionist’s
abortion risks and whisk farm fresh eggs
with Barbie Doll legs in May
under the sway of a fine cognac
Black light heart attack on the first night
after the fourth Blood Moon
bring gloom to the tomb  of the unknown
soldier, whose older brother
drank Folders crystals whilst *******
about the listless whisperers
still recklessly wishing for some
environmental recognition or maybe
a shift in the disposition
towards deep sea net fishing
and phishing scammers flooding servers
in service of the undeserving
reservationists……..
native brethren living together in
harmonious balance
with the nature around us
astounds me
and if’n we could only see
that, peacefully
we could be free….
is it only a dream to me
as if Frank and I
were going home,
together –
Sam Temple Sep 2015
experiencing overwhelming gratitude
for so many aspects in my life
the sun rising again to shine upon my face
the feeling of warmth and total encompassment
that one has standing in the morning sun
in a quiet meadow –
three big dogs bound into the living room
slobber flying and loudly panting
flopping, rolling, kicking their legs
I laugh at the spectacle
giving them all a vigorous rub down –
from out behind the overgrown spider plant
the little black and white Waffle cat
stretches his long leg into view
rubbing against the edge of the couch
arching his back to brush it
against the chin of my old lab
before coming up and offering me a small ‘meow’ –
the pack follows me to the back porch
grabbing a handful of fishy kibble
I toss the lot into my hand-dug pond
5 to 8 inch six year old goldfish splash
and gulp down the bounty
tall bamboo shoots sway gently in the backdrop
creating both shade
and an exotic feel to my little oasis –
the Kia starts right up
Frank Zappa announces the variety of ways
in which a Jewish Princess is a good catch
and I smile
knowing today will be a good day….
even if Ice Cube did have to pull out an A-K –
Sep 2015 · 285
Bad Kitty (haiku attack)
Sam Temple Sep 2015
There, in the doorway
Brown field mouse looks inside
My spirit shudders

Exterminator
Looking just like a space man
Ready for the moon

Chemical spray clings
Morning dew inside my home
Scratching from the wall

Wooden trap, cheese piece
So delicately balanced…
The mouse laughs at me

Layer of strong glue
Forest fibers make the tray
One foot is enough

Tear falls on the deck
Cat has killed my worthy foe
No wet food tonight…..
it seems so many of us are writing these the last couple days..... some sort of new / old cosmic energy, I suppose
Sam Temple Sep 2015
eyes, half-lidded
drool, ever so
slow, calm, regular
breathing pattern
influences mood
offers peace and
attempts to influence
relaxation………
shuffling note papers
force an abrupt end
to what may have become
a fanciful daydream
the slow slip
from engaged consciousness
to floating above
the noisy din
struggling inmates
forehead’s furrowed
scratching and madly erasing
attempted essays
unkempt hair flitters
in a windowless room
three squeaky fans
keep me in my chair
Sam Temple Sep 2015
recklessly tracing her freckles
demeanor shifts at the touch
barely perceptible shudder
and a sleepy smile
new day begins
love lighting the horizon –
twisted braid holds grey’s at bay
highlighted strips
blend with soft auburn
a slight red stain brings full lips to the forefront
love cascades from the florescent –
delicate ankles, perfectly accentuated
by the thin, black, faux leather boot
a boot which climbs playfully
up a tone and tattooed calf
love gleams as a refraction
           off the shiny footwear—
dainty fingers tickle my neck
shooting electricity
followed by warm tropical waves
falling feathers caught in a summer breeze
love sets over an ocean of blue –
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