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Archive for the ‘poem’ Category

Because

November 23, 2008

Because Silently sleeps our inner giant the same steers us through the mist of lonely thought . . . our ears little and resolute can’t echo their whispered words we’re not privy to their silent plans . . . of needs of us in whispered words of twisted pangs those hired moguls . . . […]

And Yet . . .

December 23, 2007

And Yet . . . A darkened path leads to nowhere just ends in the air and yet maybe it continues on to a place so beautiful we just can’t see it what if . . . what if what we can’t see is really there just invisible a slope of a nose rounds and […]

my god must be a lesbian . . .

December 18, 2007

my god must be a lesbian Something new for me . . . my god must be a lesbian, was incited by poems by Robert Bly . . . Buried deep within us, is a desire to be accepted. We go so far as to give our discomforts a ritual riteousness. Anything in order to […]

The Words . . .

December 13, 2007

The Words My mind dreams of days long gone silver locks fall into my eyes my belly hangs over my belt and yet I don’t mind so much anymore nobodyminds much anymore for all that’s important is the words and just as long as my fingers keep punching down on the plastic keys I don’t […]

Outcast

November 29, 2007

Outcast i must keep quiet yet how can i for i know why . . . i know Ernest’s darkest day and the secret he carried all the way to his grave i can’t say aloud . . . you wouldn’t believe anyhow and yet you should know i want to cry out to run […]

I Know

November 27, 2007

I know Where does the tooth fairy go where did she come from what makes a man a man or a woman a woman is truth all there is or just our good names are we supposed to work every waking day or is there more sometimes I think I have done it all before […]

I am thankful . . .

November 21, 2007

I am thankful I am thankful for the fishes that swim in the seas and for the lakes and for the streams I am thankful for the trees that keeps the blistering sun off our shoulders I am thankful for the wind that cools our faces on the coldest winter’s day I am thankful for […]

Sweet Southern Magnolia

November 18, 2007

Sweet Southern Magnolia And I started to wonder why . . . why sweet magnolia trees don’t grow in the frigid north are we deprived . . . it can’t be our lack of love can it . . . we love stray dogs heck . . . we love each other don’t we . […]

Why Poetry Means So Much To Me . . .

November 14, 2007

Why Poetry Means So Much To Me Poetry comes from the soul, words screaming to get out, to be shouted from the mountain tops and to the shores of the seas. Words that sing, that sing the song of love, words that taste, taste sourness or the sweetness of the grapes and the smells of […]

Lonely is the Night

November 12, 2007

Lonely is the Night Out of the darkened night air trudged the shadow a man tattered soiled and stained opaque hair greasy slick beard tangled twisted gray his plop pop echoed pecking the solid floor ghostly flakes whirled chilling stone a moment’s peace to ease his glacial roots a call came to the station a […]