Best Amputations Poems

Let me begin by saying that I'm so very sorry
but if I don't kill you, you're going to kill me.
I wish there was another way...

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When tons of doom filled nights fall upon your head,
embers glow fierce and fires burn unabated.
Recalling her last breath and wish you were dead
in poem's...

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I’ve seen them: humungous stumps of once gigantic trees
 that made a forest sacred-
knowing it was men that lopped off such magnificence

Stealers of beauty and...

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a flustered tango of Gypsy moths 
drumming the porchlight; chalk artists; 
the endemic disappearance of farms—silos lost 
in unkempt fields;  space stations; the sunlit-scent...

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PITA BREAD

Go in the Portal to read.
It is just a vestibule to perceive, to conceive, to form beliefs, to establish creeds.
This world is in a...

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Burning bodies, staring eyes.
   Smoking chimneys, human cries.
   Gas chambers for Jews to die.
   Frozen corpses piled up high.
...

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Physician’s convictions to poison their patients,
Procedures with Ether, cold X-Ray stations 
A thousand scans in milligrams, 
Lobotomies and Amputations…
 
Surgeries to transform me, 
Imperfections to...

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I wrote this about the recent passing of my mother, Annette.  She was a rock, kind and
loving, my confidant and best friend - a...

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(A journey into the First World War)

The trembled hand
the twitching face.
A desperate draw on cigarette
looking for courage in a cordite breath.

Huddled in mud protected by...

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Things are quiet here, a friend writes
in the first email of his long life:  

Most mornings I drive to Gillson Park,
sit and read beside...

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After tasting the homemade 
poison, the walls, 
start moving.
The poppies are in bloom.
I am not interested in morphine 
or codeine. A sago palm has 
come...

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Irritatingly often unnecessarily compliant
to the whims of those about him
endlessly wordlessly wondering
about the many demented subjective qualities
of our ever present mammalian imperative via
a thought balloon...

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Faith, a mythical bird of your imagination
Sent by an imaginary friend to defend you
who will only help if you have heaped on adoration 
I'm not...

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Swollen knees bring
fears of blocked tubes -- 
harbingers of destruction,
cold limbs, looming amputations.

Swollen knees bring
alternate explanations for pain –
cysts maybe? fears subside.
maybe just an infection…

Swollen...

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I don’t want to sit 
on a patch of fear,
tangled in occupation
while fighting with the locks.

The theater of tumblers.
I am here, not there
making dents in...

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