Tagged: poem

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Busy

Poetry is not stuck to a page, Inert and lifeless; Faded beauty Like a collection of butterflies. Poetry is busy. It is everywhere, Sat on the train when you buy your ticket, Watching the...

Empire Airport 0

Formerly, Where Guns Blaze

Gushing out the mores of time, place differ from names that stick inside waxed jaws in the heat of things revenge and sex seem to be linked not joined the rest inside the booth...

Haibun Poem Form, Flea Market Saints 0

Flea Market

Haibun Poem   A green mountain coffee sign stands in the aisle. Cotton T-shirts and three-quarter shirts with band and sports regalia logos hang on wracks or rest folded on tables inside many booths....

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After Survival

Truth resides in their universe – and canonical precedents. I’m with out. In mine, the gritty cut of obstinance – bitter, wakeful distrust poking hollows in murk. I walk a century of others –...

Broadway 0

Lost & Found

It escapes me not that in Grand Central That there’s a Lost and Found center Since Grand Central, and New York City itself, Is often the harbinger of those seeking what they have not...

Clock Time 0

Diminishing Time

The signs of age appear for the first time I am faced with physical restrictions that will only deteriorate from here Dulled pains making me irritable altering my states of mind making me say...

Rebel, Freestyle Poetry 1

Old Rebel

Freestyle Poetry   Always right, Always talking at the top of his voice Like a cannon spitting out stones ball Words. Always the revolutionist. The rebel with plenty of changeable causes. He denounces the...

Liberty Bird 0

Encaged

Captive bird Imagines; Spreading his wings Wide spanned feathers, to the wind he sings Rest is nonstop for this kind of bird Bars separate him From the world he chose. Solitude of a life...

In The Hair 2

The Things We Blame

It was the cold the freezing cold my ears were shut I have to tell you something Then it was the sun the freaking sun I couldn’t see I have to show you something...

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Delirious with Love

We are free My unconditional Does not require my obedience I obey no one Completely fulfilled The rain is fragrant While my fires are burning And I am consumed Never am I not Soul...

Graffiti Artists 0

Phantom (Reprise)

There’s that old feeling again! Never, ever will chronicled pain be trumped by held hands so keep wishing slammed doors, rings flung back in the faces of the time when tears matched the semi-precious...

She and Him 0

Love Poem

Jerry McGuire wasn’t wrong – completely. And it’s not you – it’s me. No, really. Genetic instruction flipped – I’m not my imperative! I preserved myself well my whole life – now I’m ready...