Tag: poem
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March 29, 2006 10:03 PM EST --
my pain it is great
it is brought on by my self
it's in my own mind
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April 05, 2006 05:12 PM EDT --
From a man who cannot see
A screwdriver or a key
A hammer or a saw
a wrench or pliers,
He would have to be a liar
If he should say he safely could light the . . . more
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March 28, 2006 09:35 PM EST --
for Laura, Robert, Abu, Edward, Will
and all my poet friends on the Path
This is how I would die
into the love I have for you
as pieces of cloud
dissolve in sunlight
la ilaha illa-llah, la ilaha . . . more
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June 17, 2006 02:47 AM EDT --
Having a French morning
seeking a croissant
and thinking of
"au bon pan" where we used to
gather in Harvard square,
i remember that
when i wake up
all so arrogant
like a rooster's . . . more
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February 21, 2006 07:31 AM EST --
for C. Brian Maddox
The Caribbean palm just looked dead leaning against the squat green house.
The shadow it cast overwhelmed a crabgrass lawn thick with old newspapers.
I looked for the FOR RENT or . . . more
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May 01, 2006 09:00 AM EDT --
for Angela Claire and Andalucia Dotson
may·day [máy dày] noun. distress call: the internationally recognized communications distress call.
My friend draws bright discs in . . . more
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June 01, 2006 05:17 PM EDT --
for Hannah Dreyma, in experience and belief
Snails' trails led me in
over marble and gravel
stumbling and crashing--
lonely, loony, and lost.
Hands bled from a fence.
I wiped my face red,
tasted . . . more
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August 19, 2008 06:00 PM EDT --
There were three in the marriage
him her and his mother
there was always someone there
supposedly kind and helpful
but actually providing information
from one to another
and whose . . . more
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March 14, 2006 07:53 AM EST --
for the millions of lonely Oedipus Rexes out there still suffering, either all wet or dried up.
The ego is not master in its own house.
Sigmund Freud
Those who do not recover are people . . . more
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June 22, 2006 01:28 AM EDT --
Stagestruck
It's the fear fantasies
frequent as commuter shuttles
trailing stale vapors of worry,
distilled despair. It's the acid
cloy, sharp taste of copper
in cottoned . . . more
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April 07, 2006 11:44 AM EDT --
for Isabel Cara Martin, with inspiration from Robert Browning
We are not a conquered people. We are not, and have never been a conquered people....We are however, today, a subjugated people. And this . . . more
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June 14, 2006 10:24 AM EDT --
You realize as you sit
under your private olive tree
next to your private fig tree
that you are doing just fine
just great by yourself.
You have had enough years
of people picking your fruit
birds . . . more
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February 24, 2008 02:37 PM EST --
Ok. Here is another poem I found from the late 90's. (It's interesting what I found when I went through my storage room after moving). Anyway, the poem may be a bit dorky, . . . more
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April 24, 2006 11:10 AM EDT --
for Maureen Sullivan Stemberg, in grief and greening
A purple line draws itself, criss-
crossing paths on Cartesian plane.
The sun's out today. Hello, sun!
Please warm the air, my windowpane.
. . . more
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March 05, 2006 02:42 AM EST --
for pamela creighton** (1957--2002)
how to write about then
there
her
I say
angel hear my rhythm
does the picture scream at me
with drunk harmony
or
psychedelic balance
come
use our . . . more
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July 30, 2008 12:14 PM EDT --
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The boy that teased my daughter
went to Iraq and came home without
an eye. It turns out a laundry list
of my daughter's high school friends
went to Iraq and we're finding . . . more
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August 17, 2008 09:39 PM EDT --
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How To Make A Bomb
Charcoal's tricky.
You can unearth
bones centuries old
and grind them back
to carbon, just as
you did while looking
out a window seeing
the first black . . . more
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June 22, 2006 12:31 AM EDT --
My rapist
took me home to meet the family off a side street . April. Cold Poughkeepsie. Ululating women swarmed me, sisters soft bees rushed from their hive wrapped in layers, bright fabric, ancient . . . more
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June 11, 2006 01:48 PM EDT --
For Dr. Jay David Atlas, philosopher. With special thanks to Ed Nudelman for invaluable suggestions in the rewriting of this poem. The accompanying photos are from the Moby Dick Hunt ride . . . more
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July 07, 2006 06:40 PM EDT --
FOR THE SPANISH PEOPLE
(Author's Note: Early on the morning of March 11, 2004, three days before Spain's national elections, a local group of jihadist terrorists with tenuous links . . . more
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