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Thursday, December 23, 2010

Idaho Burning Woman Auguries

For every light, which flicketh on,

another salmon cease to spawn,

The hunter without spiritual prayer,

teaches his young great despair

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Fisherman never giving thanks;

discards plastic on river banks,

Each piece dropped by river oak,

a rainbow does fade and choke

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One who has stopped reading books,

is out poaching royal Chinooks,

He who harms creatures with no need,

shall nevr know love of woman indeed,

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She who hurts a little sage hen,

shall not become true love of man,

An animal knows when you fear it,

and can read the good your spirit

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Humans not built separate from nature,

but tangled now with Techno-future,

Can we learn living side by side,

with shady spots and complicated pride?

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One could read tracks to a day,

until ego began to shade his way,

Her stickers urged “Visualize World Peace!”

yet friendship with her neighbor ceased

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Save the lion, wolf and bear,

but what about the kids you care?

High schools parking lot’s a mess,

projecting acts of generation next

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Each delay of children’s center,

a young lad loses a valuable mentor,

Drinking and speeding up and down,

such hobbies paint your face a clown,

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Son’s military service brings law and order,

Wild man discovers new psychic borders,

Every hungry truck engine left while idling,

A Persian Gulf soldier drowns in oil fighting,

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A day spent within forced mechanical shields,

Distances one’s touch from beauties fields,

Every radioactive bomb a dud,

Gain we anew one field of spud

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Each spilled barrel of in-toxic-crated waste,

A song filled meadow churns slow to paste,

Following a daily ritual too close,

hollows mans spirit into a ghost

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Too much time on highway lately?

Pirsig’s advice: think laterally,

The crooked road you’ll find much more,

the cup of time fulfilled will pour

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With Faster, Hurry! Go! Go! Go!

You might just zip, right past the show,

Airport paves a runway long,

cooks gridlock in a country song,

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Each tailgate to a bumper,

forces a body to become a jumper

Too much fame, too much luck,

into Private Idaho you duck,

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Inner city pressure forced you here,

wolverine medicine revealed over beer,

Hamp man dressed down, furtively glancing;

try soft deceit for excellent dancing,

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Social help not here with this wealth,

we’re forty-ninth in mental health,

Each resort by glamour lighted,

another criminal is invited

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With synthetic chemicals excessive high,

dark questionable characters draw a nigh,

A pot of gold will drive some crazy;

our moral lines become quite hazy

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My last letter to Dad & mother,

“Valley’s brimmed with small potatoes smashing one another,”

Each new shelter built on field,

mountain lion blazes new trail to yield,

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Tree roots cut with sewage hookup,

Great horned’s cloak above is shook up,

A house built with intent of wrath:

Man himself loses access path,

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A truth that’s told with ill intent,

beats any lie you can invent,

Should I do a good job replacing this grate?

Hey, it’s a low liability State

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Many friendly waves not acknowledged;

snared upon wrong books in college?

Shiny idea gems from the mind were taken,

when the Indian’s land was forsaken

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Not returning to swim in lake and ocean,

begins to bring gesture without motion,

Fearless leaders guide the human race,

but look how quick their aged face

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Think ye the mental storm hard to handle?

try finding two honest men with one candle,

Purify yourself often in Gaia forest;

help marriage of Earth & Man not be divorced…