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Violent Ennui | Protest Poetry
Through this age of blindness, of noise, of—cackling, screaming, pleading ... this age of masturbatory self-dealing, wheeling, groaning ... this age of destruction writ large, of the purveyance of all things profane, this age so insane ...This clim...
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16 | Reflection Poetry
I pull over onto the thin shoulder, turn off the headlights,and roll down the window.I’m on a hill. The city spreads out before me, glittering and sparkling,light-years away.I wish I wasn’t sixteen years old. I wish I could stay sixteen forever.T...
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Dust | Reflection Poetry
Change removes doubt while sowing the seeds for more of it.The crop needs to be regularly harvested or weeds set in.It’s a full-time job.Dust settles on me.The setting sun smells of hard work yellowed by advancing age.The must is pleasing. As a boy...
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For Todd Ferguson | Reflection & Protest Poetry
You say you believe,and I don’t doubt you.At best you do.But that’s all you do.That’s all you are.You’re like so, so many others:you saw the gate and fled from it,not through it.After all, you believe.God help you should you actually find out...
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Up Here I Fly | Reflection Poetry
“Look down!”That was the real message of my childhood.That has been the only message of my adulthood.Imagination is for children.Adults have no use for it.“Thinking outside the box” isn’t imagination.Besides, if you truly did “think outsi...
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For a King | Romance Poetry
For you, My Liege, My Lord, my Irish wizard:There isn’t enough of me to hold back your sea.I can swim in it,But I am tiny,And it is bigger than the whole world.The sun sets, and the silence is awesome,And my heart swells with your tidesUnder the wh...
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Next Time | Reflection Poetry
An empty bench watches the sunset.Wood and iron: worn and ornate.Pink light falls on it brownly.Another bench. It's beneath my desperation.The leaves at my feet rustle. I look up.It's like a cathedral. The redwoods sky over winter's vicissitude.Emera...
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Salvageable | Reflection Poetry
Sunrise like sunset,like gold-on-emeraldguarded by a haze of longing,depths of a childhood feared and missedat once,driving into a continuous painting:falling elm leaves, a bounding squirrel,crows fighting over an acorn,seagulls next to the yellow sh...
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