And Other Poems - Poems about And Other

In the book nook I found it— a face no bigger than my palm, leathered and silent, its eyes forever pressed shut against whatever it had seen. Grandma said a missionary friend brought it back from somewhere halfway around the world. On the dining room window sill, a dozen squat green strangers kept their spines to themselves— silent travelers from the Southwest when my dad was still...

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Fear and other things I have recurring nightmares and tell myself to remember the dream in the morning but I'm unable to recall the gruesome dream I think it is about nuclear war  When a seaman, I was often afraid of the ocean especially in the Pacific, where waves look like  the mountain that even unbalanced hangar ships the ship on top...

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The air turned black all around me and the fear truly set in. The darkness is surrounding. Who's to know what lies within? The voices spin, dizzying in my head. They repeat all those words to me. All the words they said are closer than memory. As my blood runs out, the darkness swirls around...

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Completeness May appear Incomplete.. The incomplete Already Complete... Freedom Is already Not confined.. But may appear As our Confinement... Longing May appear as The experience Of wanting......

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A young woman recently had a vision that she shared on Amber's Cloud nine Blessings You Tube Channel. She saw a royal crown, and Jesus was reaching his hand out underneath it, and there wasn't much space in between. She also saw a large grassy field and a tall metal looking building called a monolith,...

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My dog's as smart as a geek. He can bark in English, Arabic, and Greek. He’s expert in canine mathematics, can discuss dog-fight aerodynamics, and is fluent in bow-wow doublespeak. And yours? Would it be okay if later today I brought Bixby by to play with Boris and Doris and Horace and Morris and Eddie and Ollie and Ray? My dog always barks at men...

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(Dzachuka Tibet, summer of 2017) The Madness of the Crowd and Other Popular Delusions The crowd is always prone to madness Since reaction as a herd in danger Demands conformity without reason. The fact we live in a time of madness Is nothing new or unusual, Relative Reality after all being Merely a conspiracy of relatives. But sometimes it seems it’s all now extra...

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I'm trying to find a replacement for my favourite tea It was discontinued as not enough people bought it I find that insane However, here I am on this journey I settled back into my previous favourite of earl grey but I was somewhat disgruntled My favourite and my best was and always will be Toast and Jam...

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I'm not rolling on the grass in the garden But I did have an urge to I'm outside now in the hammock (in boots) Immediately after that thought Plenty of things stopped me: - the grass was wet - rolling is weirdly difficult - my garden is overlooked It's interesting to note what stops us reacting to our urges We...

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Hans Staten explorer in 1557 was at large!! And into the Amazon he did Barge..He was sion taken as a prize..To be cooked and eaten Later..No lies.) It took all his ingenuity, and our God the only Creator.) To be the survivor.' And an escaper, of such really vile capers.' He had to sing a merry song..?...

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Yes, this is a bad joke Yes, this is a sad comedy What an irony What a parody Smile and smirk, so you won’t be poked What a hilarious lie! It is a travesty Immigrants don’t eat pets They eat beef, chicken, and pork Like you and me. All bets Are off. Let’s be serious and dark Migrant workers are looking for jobs What a spoiled...

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A fly that always evades us. We are in a rush. With no time to kill a fly. One that is already about to die. So we leave it to land on the sink. We leave the house to get away and think. Flys, wasps, and other horrible things. Are what the outdoors seem to bring. We always get a swarm. Which happens when...

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here’s a brief poem I wrote many years from now and hopefully some time ago when a piece of chocolate is slowly melting, stealing my tongue during an incredible gobsmacking movie scene I might write this poem again ...

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The Woman Who Could Eat Wood & Other Stories is a gathering of dark-serious, funny, and emotional poems/stories showing people, hybrids, and objects born different. In their eyes, and to the normal, they’re born useless to the world – weird outsiders who try to make use of themselves with various degrees of success and failure...

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You holding hands with my loneliness Your place The thief in my bed The beggar in my dreams Nothing sweet will ever belong to me I'm at odds with the life I'm permanently renting But you I'll let you steal my pain, paint my face with a skin numbing smile Losing track of time Devotedly logged in to your stratosphere Eyes longing to...

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