Atomized Poems - Poems about Atomized

...Twenty years elapsed since Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 5th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz ......

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......I think the counterbalance is our craving for community, and not the local government, no, the things we enter freely. I’m talking about your neighbors, your churches and your civic clubs, t......

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...I see a contradiction that grows clearer with each passing day, once I think we all one know, once saw as just part of the game, a dynamic state of tension that we should hope is not resolved, ......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost... ~ May fourth, 2005 wedded bliss nearly fifty years half a century almost me not most favorite grown offspring, she (when alive) did boast, ab......

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...The gate made me rush, my destination was plunder. I saw them jeopardizing themselves, helping others. Unselfish concern for other people, in the face of scarcity, risky, without any rewar......

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...The sky was an iron skillet To heaven it crept and filled it Swallowed the color from every eye An iron skillet was the sky The earth no glint of morning touched Fields swept black, the horizo......

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...Herman heard me, The howl of a nation. Scourged! I was usurped, And I was atomized! Toivo came, a solemn tide He contrived the paradiddle That led to my autonomy. Toivo, the inexorable curr......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (closing in on the eighth anniversary of eighth orbit around mister sun), the following genuine sentiment Matth......

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...Mother dearest Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days (early May 2021) the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son,......

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...fragments of shelter in ruins minute reminders of cover relentless shelling of home survival for the sake of despair invocation atomized into dus......

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...Humans are a social species, the men in white coats, whom we have been taught to trust, persuade us. Mr. President mills about, run-of-the-mill if you will, running the mill of the party, the ga......

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...Harriet Harris, née Kuritsky gave up the ghost ~ May 4th, 2004 Often these days the following genuine sentiment Matthew Scott Harris doth wish to share one son, cuz fifteen years after mother ......

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...RISE ... breathless, calm ... I face the morn ... possibility mists crawl 'neath gangling willows dew drawn from the keening hem of twilight ......

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...^b^ Gleaned in the Smokey Mountains A splash of white paint, just where you sleep that's what the Wise-blood Naomi advised. I remember her hair so thin it looked like ham gravy running down h......

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...The span interminable aeonia glitter stealthy as if in moonlight blue to silverware the grass sequester Tip toes the indistinct circumstance summoning prescient a moment from a moment tet......

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