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  • Poetry > Free Verse
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    Ears bouncing with the body, timid eyes check to see if it is okay to love you. Red-golden tea the mirror of a new spring blue, pierced by sun, drinking a cup of sky. Inspired what is next and knowing to experience, but what adventure will come? Ting of sidewalk chalk and the scrape...
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    A bloated parasite masticating flesh rot: pregnant with nameless death. The growl of life-seizing machines – hiss, shiver, un- thinking (but knowing) death. Carcasses on the win- dowpane, heads that beat a suicidal rhythm. Hinging on the hope that good did not die with fail- ure. ...
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    I am tired of being tired? Predictable. Of doubt and lies and myself. I am tired of worrying about feelings – mine, yours, everyone’s. I am tired of disappointment; why can’t life be easy? Easier, at least. What dictates this infinite cycle of good, bad, ugly, uglier, ugliest, alrigh...
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    I wrote about my inability to write and knew that I was wrong. My inner flame found peace in words, knowing that they failed indubitably, but knowing also that I knew myself better. The lack of definition engenders a search: Where is purpose – meaning? And I found it in the I-don’t ...
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    A poet earns his bread by loving prose; Yea, love does feed his pocket and his page; Affection awakens the need to define - the need to grasp the fullness of emotion and the depth of desire, its powers of transformation and brain-gripping strength. Read from the poet: love swallows ink in it...
  • Poetry > Sonnet
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    What black-robed wraith his hardened gavel struck, Condemning us in darkest courts of hate Where this our blissful love is titled luck, And luck abandoned for unrivalled fate. The shoot that heaves its heavy earthen lid Seeks heaven’s rays to kiss its conqu’ring brow; And shadows that kee...
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    Through love loneliness loss and like hate happiness horror and I-don’t-even-care-anymore through what-is-the-meaning-of-life through jubilation and the easy way out but not quitting and those late night Q & A sessions through confusion creativity and commemoration through ...
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    Here is an ode to that dance thing That you asked me to You know, the one that complicated everything The one that haunted my thoughts Now, I said no and yes and yes and no And eventually settled on some answer that I forgot Or chose to forget because I might Sort of Kind of Slightly Maybe...
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    Dear [insert name here], We are pleased to inform you Of your acceptance. Whom it may concern: Sorry, your application Has been rejected. Dear [insert name here], We regret to say that you Have been rejected. And that's the bottom line....
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    Starting Windows Please wait... Preparing to configure Windows Please do not turn off your computer Installing update 1 of 8 ...2 of 8 ...3 of 8 ...4, 5, 6, 7 of 8 ...8 of 8 Install complete Initializing program Restarting Windows Starting Windows Sign in Welcome...
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    Here is an ode to that dance thing That you asked me to You know, the one that complicated everything The one that haunted my thoughts Now, I said no and yes and yes and no And eventually settled on some answer that I forgot Or chose to forget because I might Sort of Kind of Slightly Ma...
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    I have never looked in the mirror And seen myself. Who is that foreign Alien Unknown person Staring back, Back at me? I really, really, and truly Don’t know you. The me I know Does not look like that (not that that is shameful, it’s just, well, not me) And maybe the me I know Do...
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    What black-robed wraith his hardened gavel struck, Condemning us in darkest courts of hate Where this our blissful love is titled luck, And luck abandoned for unrivalled fate; Are we forever doomed to love of lore? Where “I love you” is buried in “hellos” Maturity says like, do not ad...
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    Here is my confession: I have been careless, yes, And I have made you think, You have been thinking the forbidden I have sung a tune new to your ears Or old, be it as it may, And so you pondered and said, “Why do I not pick up this tune, too?” Except – you cannot sing what I sing Not...
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    I read my mother poetry from a book And I said Which one next And she said Something happy And I looked through the 1,000 Almost 2 Pages of poetry But all the happy poems Had run away And they had left all the lame The crippled The poems too depressed to leave And the poems too infatuate...
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    The trees used to be tall And The trees used to be green And gray With brown And yellow Or red, orange, purple … The trees used to be the retirement home And the first-time home-buyer neighborhood And the mid-life mansion And the childhood neighborhood To that wiry, old squirrel To tha...
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    They know me by a name The first one But I only use it here They know me by my silence I'm quiet But I'm only quiet here They know me by the grades I get The high ones But they don't know I don't care They know me by my refusals Of invitations (always polite) But they ...
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    Heaven must have seen something savory because the clouds can't stop they won't stop slobbering and I am getting wet but whatever heaven sees has not gone away because I am still wet and I'm getting wetter and wetter and wetter or maybe it isn't slobber maybe heaven ...
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    I’ve been up much too late, you see They overwork me horribly There’s never a soul loving, caring When the work that I do gets overbearing And the world remains oblivious Consumed by their sinful lascivious And so I toil on, enduring my load Getting no sleep, driving alert mode I don’...
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    I hike alone. I hike deep in the woods backing the new house. Oh, you didn’t know about this house? Figures. I move too much anyway. Today, I leapt out of doors at the chance I first got. It was snowing that morning (the first semi-snow of the season, I might add), and I didn’t want to miss th...
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    Generally-written, I am a rather private person. I am not the sort to spill the ins and outs and ups and downs of my life to the world, nor have I friends called best to enlighten with my thoughts and experiences. Though I have often tried to shape myself to fit this personality-type, I cannot. Fact...
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    Meeting, greeting, alphabetical seating, The ups and downs of teacher-hood; Pleading, repeating, and naughty kid beating, You fill school with joy like nobody could....
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    Seven thirty-three, and the rain was bucketing. It was cold. It was dark. It was the perfect night to go to the opera. I, being an amateur opera fanatic (by way of National Public Radio afternoon opera broadcasts only, mind you), was thrilled beyond credence. It was opera time in Tennessee, y’all....
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    Following World War II, Italo Calvino rose to renown as one of Italy’s most illustrious short-story authors. He often concealed his controversial governmental views in his written works by his deliciously austere plots and stratal characters. His tales are perhaps the embodiment of multiple-layer ...
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    Should I be blessed a century Before I am a memory As on the ancient history I reflect what used to be May I have no misery Or be abject to sympathy For all I did not do or see But may I pass on happily Knowing Love to be the key In living out this mystery Of life in its simplicity Food t...

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