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AHOY MATEY
If a shipping container full of problems
Arrives at your port of call
Don't sign for it
Don't unload it
Don't step foot on its deck
Don't even let it drop anchor
You can send it in its way
With your own personal Maritime Zone Enforcement
Use the non-lethal deterrent that is kept
In every ballot box in the land
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MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY MERRILY
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If I had a dream about a blue flower
And someone had a dream about a red flower
Would there be any point in us
Engaging in mortal combat
Over what color the flower was?
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OPINIONS
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I have opinions
How I got them is unknown but not unusual
I have always had opinions
They have changed dramatically over time
The opinions I had as a teen
Look preposterous to me now
As a teen I would have fought tooth and nail
To defend my opinions from other opinions
I had strong feelings surrounding my youthful opinions
But in the end nobody took my opinions
They just eroded away and were replaced with new opinions
I dredged up from somewhere
I have no confusion about what my opinions are today
I hold them lightly, they are not my identity
I know one or more could fly away at any time
I am not my opinions
I am whatever manufactures opinions
From the raw material of life
If my opinions are different from the next person
That is not a reason to fight with them
Everyone is entitled to their opinions
They have the right to express their opinions
As I have a right to express mine
Transitory as they may be
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SOMEONE ELSE
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A sudden disaster, a shocking problem, a steep mountain to climb
Doesn't throw me into panic and confusion
If it happening to someone else
I can see the situation clearly
Think rationally, even philosophically
If it happening to someone else
I can think of effective measures
How to calmly proceed, the next step to take
If it happening to someone else
I immediately understand that blind panic
Will not accomplish anything productive
If it happening to someone else
Now, when a problem rears it's scary head
My only task is to figure out
How I can become Someone Else
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NEWS FROM AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE
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I almost spilled my coffee today
And perhaps in an alternative universe
I did spill my coffee
All over this notebook
Turning this poem into a soggy mess
Unreadable
So you would not be reading it right now
You would be doing something else
Which means that my reality is impacting yours
And the "something else" you might be doing
Could impact others, including me
A spiraling loop of our intermingled realities
The Dance of Existing in this reality or another
The dance floor might change
But the Dancer dances on to the music
Of the spheres
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ARLINGTON
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Arlington National Cemetery
Is a thorn in the Confederacy's side
It once belonged to Robert E Lee
A source of Confederate pride
Lee had slaves and riches
Until the Union came in 1861
They freed the Arlington slaves
But they were nowhere done
They buried the Union fallen
Right outside the door
In Mary Lee's rose garden
Before they won the war
They trashed the Southern mansion
Started the endless sea of graves
Set up a sanctuary
For the newly freed slaves
Today, if you go to Washington DC
You can see the somber cemetary
Now a sacred national resting place
For the brave that are honorably buried
The Confederates don't want this reminder
Of their mistakes and their defeat
They don't want to look at it
And the message that it speaks
A great big gaudy hideous arch
Would block the line of sight
Of our dignified national cemetery
Because the Union won the fight
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BREAKING NEWS
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Here is the news from the Multiverse
Things could be better, things could be worse
A path appears, then it's gone
The mindful timeline you are on
Grab the wheel, hold the reins
Steer your thoughts towards goals and gains
You can create what your mind's eye sees
The Master of your reality
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