July 2024 word harvest
2024.7.1 – Man it’s getting scary out there
2024.7.2 – All hail sacred lies
2024.7.8 – A lot of back-up beeps
2024.7.9 – The rising moon
2024.7.14 – The grazing of his ear
2024.7.16 – Trump’s ear is so bigly bandaged
2024.7.18 – All aboard for the Ying-Yang Express
2024.7.22 – I’m coffeed up
2024.7.23 – New rain
2024.7.24 – What’s done
2024.7.24 – Full ahead
2024.7.26 – Don The Con
2024.7.28 – I understand much
2024.7.29 – Had 5 teeth
2024.7.29 – There’s reverse
2024.7.30 – Starlight moonlight sunlight inner light
2024.7.30 – JD Vance does occasionally tell the truth
2024.7.30 – Great grapes go for wine
2024.7.31 – The lost lettuce and the lettuce gone
2024.7.31 – I learn of need and want
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Man it’s getting scary out there
we got the Whore or the Or
We live in interesting times
says the corpse to the boot heel
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All hail sacred lies
and the trials thereof
The basements borrowed
in ungentling of glove
There’s avenues to be followed
borders not crossed
So sez the boss
it just ain’t allowed
There’d be loss
and it’d be loud
Less its pound of flesh
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A lot of back-up beeps
outside my window
the world is in repair
I’m getting better
but there’s a lot of better to get
almost caught up on yesterday’s dues
And the pules of flesh
Ever onward
thru pain
thru joy
thru gain
thru annoy
into am
There are no maybes without might
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The rising moon
the setting sun
the shadows in-between
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The grazing of his ear
and the raising of his fist triumphantly after
could be seen as pre-scripted . . .
much like Adolf’s Night of Broken Glass
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Trump’s ear is so bigly bandaged
I can’t tell if it was a bullet
or a blood pact
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All aboard for the Ying-Yang Express
what’s gonna happen is anybody’s guess
Some of it good, some of it bad
a few us having, most of us had
The hunt needs the hunted
the fear heeds the feast
The righteous are blunted
we feed the beast
If you’re living, something’s dead
you’re either bleeding or living on bled
I’m so sorry I sow so much dreary
I know we’re all quite weary of dread
Hence I still high hope on through the bleary
and keep recharging my head
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I’m coffeed up
toking mellow
and cruising on concrete
There is hope
Drinking bad coffee
smoking good grass
the is of the is not
Blow by Temperance Exit 3
weed speed caffeine and concrete
Cuppa what?
Sometimes I turn on the radio noise
to stop the brain noise
sometimes to listen
I’m 2 shoe tied
trouble shoot shot
and ready to go
I bow to your deception
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New rain
old dust
slippery slope
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What’s done
what’s to do
endless
(thankfully)
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Full ahead
far behind
here we go again
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Don the Con
will soon be gone
his stench will linger longer
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I understand much
but nowhere near enough
and I’m willing to go for less
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Had 5 teeth
Broke 1/2 off
Now have 4 1/2 teeth
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There’s reverse
and there’s perverse
why go backward?
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Starlight moonlight sunlight inner light
stage light walking in and out
We lick our mirrors in fear
of wear and tear and tell all tales
Entropy inertia do it later let it fall
run away hide your head fund financial plan
Up breaks down
down’s deep is mushroom town
But what the heck we humans dreck
Earth will shake us from her shoulders
Like virus
like vermin
The trees will last new grass will grow
the seas and sky refill
Plastic atolls tall in water
once again will crawl with life
But right now is big crimes for big times
where money talks, principles walk
I think I wear my weary well
the Earth, however, is tired
Of us
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JD Vance does occasionally tell the truth . . .
He called Trump “America’s Hitler”
“cultural heroin”
“a morally reprehensible human being”
“a disaster”
“a bad man”
and added
“some people who voted for Trump are racist
and they voted for him for racist reasons”
All valid statements
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Great grapes go for wine
good grapes get eaten
the rest are raisin
Grapes and grains
roosters and trains
entwine in my brain
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The lost lettuce and the lettuce gone
I’m a sun bunny
with no money
and lost bunny glow
Dying lighter
dirty pipe
low on weed
Not beaten
not bowed
just a wee bit bent
Call me sum body in sub-money flow
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I learn of need and want
as large dog pulls on leash
But lesson’s larger
Watch morning sky declare itself
sniff rising green
Another day of what’s it mean
Blue chicory flowers open
in new light
Black-eyed Susans and late summer roses
I want to be an autotroph when I grow up
their grass is always greener
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