Best Afghan Poems

I want to wear a djellabas.
Blackness engulfing me in its tentlike refuge
veiled in gauze.
Or a burkha of blue with a screen
over my face to hide
my...

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Nightbound Winter Reverie
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Dear Carolyn:
Another letter from another tour
In this place in the sand they call Helmand
This will be my last, for you can be sure
To never look...

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Armed with chainsaws in the field, two young men are shirtless guests
with shoulders bronzed by sun and sweat.
The timbre in the August sun has scattered...

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Once upon a weedy lawn
At Cedar Oaks Retirement Home
There sat my mother, weak and old
On an afghan knit to block the cold.

It was summer, but...

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"...when power narrows the areas of man’s concern, 
poetry reminds him of the richness
and diversity of his existence...” 
--John F. Kennedy

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Soldiers of our armed forces,
Iraq,...

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I still have the afghan you made for me all
those years ago mother
Although I have washed the afghan dozens
of times the silver strands are still...

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I found your eyes so randomly,
your face did not exist

No waist to place my arms around,
no lips for me to kiss

No hair to lose my...

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They stood and watched in horror
Their teacher was being burned alive.
Committed by what, they call themselves humans,
One hundred and thirty two children died.

What were they...

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Joe Biden now rules our White House
Together with his 'doctor' spouse.
   His blunders, for sure-
   We have to endure;
To caring, he...

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Sleep with me under the afghan of stars
illuminary milk pouring out of heaven's jars
A storm of sliding satellites colliding can be ours
as we ribbon out...

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My grapefruit tanned
toothpicks
bow above
the five-day flattened
spot
in an olive shag carpet
tracing grandpa Leo's 
blueprint,
with one encapsulated
toe –
this is the femur, this is
the head,
this is the fist,...

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Afghan, around shoulders,
crocheted winter-white.
Mama’s getting older.
Love her in hindsight.

Quiet, pretty, charming —
wise with snowflake hair.
Little sisters arming
her with loving care.

Forgives couple’s absence,*
our shamed shoulders bent.
Mama’s...

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A moment on the ear an opus creation without flaw   
the sound of pure laughter from a child on a see saw ...

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I feel like Afghanistan
All the friends who helped me through my depression 
Have left
I want to leave this body I call home
Rather than wage war...

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