Seasons Anti Bullying Poems

*I wrote this in behalf of Juliana Wetmore and for many others like her who were born different.*

I was born as the girl without a...

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It could simply be a midnight musing,  
where these ears are not! 
A life floating in NAY-Nay sound  
is also a simpering one,...

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The magic hour

The day is ending, and time is one hour back but 
the day still serves early twilight
From the window of a tourist resort,...

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In true-spirited
Resistance 
the heart remains sweet
soft and pliable,
a fruit of all seasons.

But the mind turns inward
and ties itself into a knot
sits in motionless silence
like a...

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Hover over my trauma, sharp as a vulture, swoop
Surround old scenarios with an offer to devour
Wipe the memory card of pain I play on loop
Grab...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Cheer out if you’re listening 
Truly must your heart-mind be - singing
Across and spacing as seasons
Dance away ‘til next ceasing....

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Seasons of Abundance 
and Regret

Grandma was a farm cook, 
never wasted a thing. 
We ate good...
plain food. 
She taught:
Never say words, 
you will not eat,...

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Basic   (Bible... Always... Saving =  The Living Christ)

New math…, 
1 + 1 = politics.
Old disguises, 
sacred, promises, 
and personal agendas. 
Fear, and...

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I've heard about non-violent communication
but wasn't deeply listening.
It didn't seem to have much of a plot,
a lack of creative tension,
drawing my full survivalist attention.

So this...

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My wallet,
Made of shining black leather.
I bought it a decade ago,
From a Lacoste shop.
It fitted well in the rear pockets
Of my blue denims.
It was happy,
Stuffed...

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When you hold up a mirror
To anyone in the act of hating
That is the most loving
Thing you are offering this world:
Asking all to see their...

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Some of us,
admittedly too few
in my detached opinion,
still search for Beauty in metrics
and for Truth in arts
and integrity in secular humanity 
with and for sacred...

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I am who I am, but some people call me black.
They don’t just call me black, they also say I’m dirty and dark
I do what...

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Where Has Love Gone

You woke one morning feeling like an unhappy song,
 So empty and sad, where has love gone ?

 With an ache in...

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