Living in Fire

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Poem

 

you set up this place
where the grass isn’t green
where the fence isn’t white
the gates look welcoming

take away the preview
show me that you anticipate
give me that devil in you
offer a big catch without bait

from Vikings to Romans
the lands are still fought for
strong as the illusion of moments
we look to listen for one reform

so when you look through the fog
watch for the demons that cry out
(be watchful) keep out of it’s flog
at sometime the fire will turnabout

it’s that time you set for me
I sit on the wrong throne
excessive wrongs broke my knee
no good deed can stop my being stoned.

 

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photograph by Fré Sonneveld

 

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Thomas DeAngelo

This is a writer of modern poetry and an inspiring writer. Residing in the lower Appalachian mountains of Pennsylvania where he enjoys reading, writing and is his spare time hiking. He has been writing since the 1980's with expectations of being published. The words that flow by ink are the defeats and enjoyments of the life lived in the years that accompanied the mind of a writer that measured his time recognizing the passions of surrounding people.

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