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The “Good News Movement” came alive at about the same time this poet was setting up her first website.

That was 100,000 posts ago ~ and she’s still a huge fan of this affirmative sign of growth in the human mentality.

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Recorded Reading (2:26): https://www.dropbox.com/s/nr5tnbsh5m20zt4/Unmundane.mp3?dl=0

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Unmundane

It looks mundane in its moment,
The making of history ~
Looks a lot like you, my brother,
Looks a lot like me

Looks like any other wall
Which shelters something other than
The greatest “this” or “that” we’ve seen
Since “this” or “that” began

Just a pleasant conversation,
Just a word from here to there,
Creates the next link in the chain
Of those who thus become aware

Just another earthly city
Of human nature full
Which finds a way somehow to
Preserve something wonderful

Just a piece of paper, writ
In seeming ordinary script,
Our present future by begun ~
Becoming thus a manuscript!

And we do travel these to see ~
The house, the town, the land
Which harbored greatness time agone
So better hope to understand

The timelessness and samenesses
All our circumstances of,
To soak up some of that high soul’s
Unconditionality of love

Then look around our own worlds,
Now universal plainness know,
Now we appreciative
Of commonality grow,

And ask ourselves if someone we
Too often walk beside
To see as from a distance
Might fill us, then, with pride

To know and to companion, for
The world seems to this poet full
Of folks at one or another thing
Are perfectly wonderful!

It seems to me if we wish better
“Copycats” to create
Perhaps, along with awfulness,
Should creativity celebrate

So many things are happening
Upon this wide planet of ours
Which don’t have anything to do
With exploitation or with wars!

Along with the political
Financial and rhetorical
Which all too often dictate
What we will call historical

Let’s find a way to give each other
Good news also, for it’s true
Both of us are stronger
When I reach out to you

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Homeless until removal of the stalker/targeter/vandal/arsonist following her allows her to approach any landlord ~ even for a private parking space ~ this poet presently lives under perpetual threat of towing with all possessions should her 23-year-old van stop running for any reason.

She is badly in need of a modest reserve with which to field any emergency which might occur.

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