Wedding Abortion Poems

Drifter

Coming in from nowhere, 
staying only a moment, 
and then moving on. 
Friend, or foe?
Hard to know. 
What to call you...
by name? 

Without family, 
left...

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A vital piece of information 
Released with some change in intonation 
By an Eve never known for variation, 
Now in some measure flabby:
The handiwork of...

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Ashes

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust…
How many times have we heard this?
on TV, in a play, in a movie… 
Have you ever read it in...

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Truth Matters

Deplorable. 
That is what I am. 
That is okay with me. 
I work hard, 
Have a family. 
I support my wife, 
and my own...

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Storm Front

My voice is quiet. 
I have little to say. 
I am listening instead…

I can hear birds. 
Not a couple, but many.
They are all around....

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Like a New Day

Every day is, the same...
and not. 
I long to go to work. 
I have lost my mind?
What a crazy statement.

I used to...

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The Mask of Fate
(This poem deals with the Corona Virus. 
It is very intense.)

My kid's school called.  
The college. 
They said that there had...

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The Calling

Hear the angels sing!
(Glorious trumpets...
start low in the distance, 
and gain in ever-increasing volumes... 
souls, voices...)

Here the angels sing! 
(Racing across the heavens...
in and...

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Spider Fires

When we are beaten on not once, 
but over a course of years, 
a thing happens that occurs...
and sometimes but not always, 
goes away....

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State Glamour

Bright beautiful colors, 
brilliant, not halfway. 
That is the fair, 
the beautiful fair. 
It is in the air...

The smells of sweet potatoes, 
dipped in...

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The Lies of Divorce

The truth of facts, 
lost over time, 
by the deceit of repetitive
misstatements...
also known as; lies. 

He put me on the ground. 
He...

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No War...

In the days...
between here and there, 
many will find, 
time for reflection. 
Time to consider...
all that was lost, 
all that was gained, 
everything worth...

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Run Through in Babylon

Friends, I wish to speak, 
but they have cut out my tongue. 
So I fumble...

Instead,
I hear your words, they are strong, 
and...

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Black Crickets

The sad side of the darkness, 
is the mirror in which I see, 
my reflection alone, 
this night and every night, 
you go home....

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The Small Cafe

Waiting...
for a friend.
I asked her to coffee, 
she did not look well. 
It is hard to say how.
A little disheveled, 
perhaps heartbroken, 
worried,...

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