Stan Petrovich Poems

Hurled into the future
With stunning energy flowing
All around, he saw the death
Of the Milky Way, eaten
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She stomped on my ground
To furrow my heart,
This girl Emily.
Far and far away
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When I was little
We moved next to a forested
Gulch (a 'shuma' in Serbian) ,
Where a neighbor boy led me down the place
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A grovelling species
-Origin, Africa-
Swinging long arms
And digging for worms,
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In right-handers, languge flows freely;
Guns and arrows are attuned;
It makes for great drivers;
Makes for great divers;
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Ashen faces flood the street.
Change abounds so much so that its retreat
Is lauded & called the doldrums.
Hernan Cortez facilitated pogroms,
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Going there was certainly to inspire hope
Of changing seasons, their new pleasures to cope.
But all I saw was a rock-strewn cliff
Made for suicides, hopefulness adrift.
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I have kooked into Baha'i: Truth in Process; Buddhism: All is Mind; Christianity: But I Say Unto You; Christian Science: Spirit and Matter; Confucianism: A Culture of Order; Daoism: The Way And Its Power; Hinduism: Thou Art That; Iconography: The Shape And Colour of Faith; Islam: And Muhammad Is His Prophet.

They take themselves too seriously. The heaven's are indifferent.
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As the dew settled
And I lay reaped with sadness
After another lousy day of distressed spiralling
And burst hopes;
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He assails the desert Mojave,
Down the rockiest of dirt roads,
Thinks of the uses of agave,
But food, drink, those ol' rice & beans
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