Grief Assonance Poems

I cry when you're not satisfied
I tried but when I fell I hide
In truth and act I've lied
Often embedded in my stride

Condemned in my consent...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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7/25/21. Hope Cycle

Grief, like Love, is a seasonal thing.
It comes and seems to last forever,
Driving its tentacles deeper
Than it seems possible to penetrate;
Forcing the oozing...

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Dearly Departed
 I miss you
 I say good night
Dearly Departed
 Forever in your heart I miss
 Voice I like
Clasp my hands any grief 
I'm wondering...

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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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How deserted lies the city, once so full of people!
How like a widow is she, who once was great among the nations!
She who was queen...

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I want to entertain the virus
and make it's stay seem wrong.
When acts of death for everyone
are playing for too long.

And all the times we take...

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This is a poem about books
Not just books,
But what happens between us and books
Our relationship with books

To some-
They’re only stacks and stacks of a series...

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Bigger than YOU Think

The internet, 
is large... indeed. 
It starts here and never ends. 
It just starts over somewhere else. 

In the beginning AOL, 
time...

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Fear is Not Okay

When bullies come to play, 
tell them to stay on their side, 
of the line. 

You refuse to pay lunch money, 
for...

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9:00 AM Sunday Morning
(in church)

My second home.

Father cups His hand, 
I am inside. 
He breathes upon me anew…

I am comforted.
I am quiet of spirit.
The world...

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The Constitution

Words on paper, 
Written by people of another time. 
Written by people to protect “the people”.

Individuals that fought for;
their families,
their homes, 
their towns, 
their...

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Good Morning

The light from the sun fills the window in the kitchen. 
Not all at once mind you, but at it’s on speed. 
The little...

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Do the Angels Rock the Babies?

Do the Angels rock the Babies?
Oh, please tell me it is so.
When they're carried through the Cosmos;
To the place where...

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Get Out Of My Head Mister Chatterbox!

Upon prima facie first blush
me mind's eye all atwitter,
sans long forgotten
"FAKE" sexual exploits
set mum (chrysos anthem) all aglitter,

boot like...

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