Flags bruise the main roads, cleave to housefronts, fences, flagpoles.
Our blue flag is a 🟥 flag; a blue, white and Red flag. Our colonial
flag means death. Death by hanging. Death by gunfire. Death with 🩸
Death by racism and assumed ownership. Death by disease.
Flag flyers are the 🟥 raggers to my bull — and my bull 💩 detector.
My flag is an end to all flags — all nations, states, borders. A defrag flag.
The end to ownership — by state; by individual; passed on to family.
We cannot own the 🌏— She is there and we visit — each for a brief turn.
We trace some three-score and fifteen ellipses ’round the ☀️ —
pass thirty-thousand axis rotations — then it’s done.
In such a brief spell, we can no more own the 🌏
than we can scry the 🟦 darks of (even a limited) mind.

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A powerful and thought-provoking poem. Your words challenge us to reflect on humanity, borders, and our shared home on this Earth. Thank you for sharing such meaningful writing.
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Anowar if you’re interested to try writing a Longette or a Longette Lite that would be great
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Yes, I do
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Yes, an original piece with symbols cleverly placed…
Really liked Our blue flag is a
flag.
And how the world is there but we merely visit before you go on to explain how long for in unconventional measurements.
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thanks Karuna! I really appreciate your visit to my humble blog : ) I think we should do a Longette anthology when there are enough. it could be print on demand like Pure Slush
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…Longette, the Lite version, and other poetry stuff. Actually, I’m starting a collaboration with another poet and we plan to release something small, online, for free. If you like that idea, we could do something similar. It may be released in the remainder of 2026. So I’m thinking with you, 2027 at the earliest.
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sounds fun! love to collaborate with you next year
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