The Creation (Head-Line Poetry)

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U.S. Army to Deploy Robo Jeeps
The next couple of years are going to be rough, said the man I just met.
I almost said everything’s going to be okay, but opted to deploy silence instead.

The man and I parted ways with a mutual gravity of the unspoken…

Forces in Afghanistan kill militants involved in downing of copter
Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!

Death has come with teeth this time! It growled, it shrieked, it lunged forth with the broken teeth of the last heap…

O when will I begin to see that my spleen has turned on me. Its hard shell, without breath, has come with weary worn legs and whirling minds, man as marionette.

Rejoice! Rejoice! Rejoice!

Death has come…

Most Americans believe U.S. on wrong track: poll
USA! USA! USA!
How long am I going to wait before I open my eyes to more than myself?

Life’s track circles the globe and mounts its painting upon the primitive easel and upon the museum of skies, edges made of living dust, floors of rock, ceilings of air; the mystery of Love and Home…

Rapes, attacks up against Somalis fleeing famine
O Creation! End this my misery! Bring your thunder and wind strafing all the uses of war! Do not hold back, not until all of war is vanquished, all murder is itself murdered, all rape collapses in on its own useless scratch, all famine’s wiped from this worthless memory!

O Creation! It is now or never, forever and ever on end.

Love or die…

Stock markets fall again as bank shares tumble
The love of money is no different than the perpetual want of it.
Madman! What did he say?
The love of money is no different than the incessant need of it.
Insanity! What’d that fool declare?
The love of money is no different than the constant constraint of it.
That’s madness! Money makes the world go round!
The breath of creation makes the world go round, money brings it all crashing down and I wade through the muck without joy, without Love, without…

........•SHRIEKING MACHINE•........ •HEAD-LINES• •RIP• ---(“Russian missiles blast Ukrainian military academy and hospital, killing more than 50, officials say”)--- There are no more lessons to learn here, no more beds to hold the human wounded, just missile’s shrieking their grotesque ode, The Death of Humankind! RIP, children of God… ---(“Hundreds attend Mercer Island vigil, march for murdered Israeli hostages”)--- Dear mourners, this is the brutal vacuum of a genocidal, terror-filled, indiscriminate war-machine made of fear and we are all hostages to its deafening roar! RIP, children of God… ---(“10-year-old allegedly confesses to fatally shooting 82-year-old man and his daughter”)--- I must confess, this is part of war’s shrieking, children lost with a we...

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FAULT METER

FAULT METER When you get a question wrong you will hear three loud beeps followed by an even louder ticking of a clock. (Like tick-tick-tick-tick-tick?) You are half right. (Like tock-tock-tock-tock-tock?) You got two halves of it. (Then I give up!) You do? (It ain’t out of weakness, it’s my adhdad.) I understand. (You understand what?) That it’s not out of any weakness on your part. (Weakness, on my part in what?) Never mind, it’s definitely adhdad. • We float, we fly, we soar! We find our wings in each other. We find friends, cousins of the one seed of existence. An existence which never began, but always was, that loves us enough to provide life’s needs, our own, the same. A collection of living peacekeepers upon the surface of the most heavenly example known to them. • © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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Per Plex Ed

PER+PLEX-ED When you haven’t heard the truth in so long, when you do, it rings a most familiar s ong. That’s the human song, the truth rolling out exactly when it should. (If a truth is told and nobody is around to hear it, does it make a sound only to the one that spoke it?) Yes, but our ears aren’t strong enough to hear it. [a perplexed silence] © 2017 Mark Richard Prime

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CONFESSION ZERO

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