Category: Poetry

It ain’t right. He can’t see clouds in the sky. He walks with his head down. Never looking up. It ain’t right. He comes into our home. He knocks over precious things. Never caring what he broke. It ain’t right. He ignores the red in the rainbow. He says it doesn’t belong there. Never seeing…

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No one knew what she had done in her black clothes with dark circles under her eyes It wasn’t the song she remembered long ago nor the one thing she couldn’t possibly know Tossed out of the car headfirst down the embankment her seat belt cut in two, safety was never part of her life…

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I’ve been working on new poems and reworking my old ones to make them better.  I’ve also been working on rhythm and studying different kinds of poems.  Why am I doing this?  It’s all for a collection of poems that will be free to read as an e-book and still undecided in a book form. …

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We hold great power in our hands, unseen by the world, hidden behind curtains, inside the bulbous flowers, gigantic and tall. We have here a struggle for continuance, perseverance, and a little bit of rage mixed in when we are pushed aside and unheard. We will not turn back around nor give up. We have…

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            As if you slide down the hole, brown around you, then black and blacker still, the dirt no longer on your face, the rocks no longer bumping your forearms, the roots no longer hitting your hands, it dawns on you, you aren’t in control. Land on your feet or…

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Knife moving through water, swinging without abandon, slicing without progress, stability lost. Waves gaining speed, yearning to get away, yawning to rest soon, yellow arrives. Blood claiming vital space, growing much thicker, gaining much wider, guessing around. Death confusing the sky, madness with uncertainty, morning with lightning, purple now. Knife moving through sand, uncharacteristic bubbles…

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I heard it as I sat behind the long table. The judge uttered, ‘what say you?’ The answer came: not guilty. NOT GUILTY!  NOT GUILTY!  NOT GUILTY!  NOT GUILLLLTTTTYYYYY!  The most disturbing two words my ears heard. I asked with my broken heart and battered soul. The dagger still plunged into both. How could he…

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          You, the mighty moose, over there, with your horns big and your body large. What will you do today? I wish you understood me, the questions I’m asking and the phrases I’m uttering, but all you do is stare, sometimes at me and other times opposite. Stay close to the…

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              It’s not that it doesn’t matter, I do, sometimes to exhaustion, this merry-go-round, a never-ending style, certain pains carried, a baby stands. It’s hard to find commitment, I know, when surprised by the elements brand spanking new, reminder of wisdom forgotten, rejected and denied, the baby walks. It’s…

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To smell a person’s odor on a Monday when there’s no law that says you have to take a shower, not even after a few days. If the same person stinks on Wednesday, the one you stood behind while waiting in line, it isn’t good to complain. Even if it was a Friday, she still…

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The fear, we saw and heard it, something no one wanted to embrace. Even if we could forget, no one did. It remained, our memories not destroyed in the fire, our voices heard by no one. Under the moon, it lasted a while, maybe forever, probably never leaving. This fear, it cut into us, stayed…

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The poor man killed in battle and buried without his head. He was the Headless Horseman. This isn’t that tale, but it’s bastard cousin. I present to you the tale of the Horseless Headman Yes, the horse that had no tail or head or even body, it only existed in the mind of the man,…

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Heavy when it opens, when it splits apart and nothing pours out, the blood, coagulated and dark, it has been hardened over time. Suffering and painful, the feelings of intensity and rigidity, it has been long past boiled, and not what it used to be. Something different, some unseen shape, some other feeling without a…

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