Best Publishes Poems

76 years today a legend retires his bat
70 years today another loses his battle
87 years today a nation gets back pride
49 years today Wal-Mart lures us inside
60 years today Bob and Ray on NBC radio
60 years today the Milky Way says hello
74 years today Amelia...

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He's a versatile "man of all trades,"
pursues anything new, virtually self-made.
He's a photographer, a minister and a poet,
immerses himself totally but before you know it

he's off and running, tackling something new
He's built homes, cell towers, churches, boss of the crew.
He publishes books, serves as president...

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Dark as the sky who
Publishes stars
Reflecting the dance
Against a tangerine 
Moon, longing for
Dawn and truth

Dark as the circles
Underneath sunken eyes
Who only see
Insomnia’s gloom
Coloring the night
In melancholy and dread 
For moments of sleepless 
Fists raised toward angst 

Dark as the black 
Cat who is haunted 
By...

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He publishes poems
by writers who find
no publishers elsewhere.

They suffer rejection
and he gives them hope.
Some improve

and some do not.
But hope isn't always
the best thing.

It’s not hopeful to tell 
a child with clubfoot
to take ballet.


Donal Mahoney...

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Myrolvorets is a Ukraine website that publishes a running list of people
considered to be enemies of Ukraine whose actions are crimes against
National Security, peace, human security, and international law.  The
identity of staff is secret. The site has no official status but is used. 
It's...

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(Now we hear from the murderess.  She explains 
that she killed Calmette because he published
love letters which she had written to her husband,
a minister in the government.  It is true that she
made her own way to the police station, having
given her word that...

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When life brings you to a place
Where pain and sorrow you must face
Listen to the wind and rain, leave a smile
From the stardust thoughts that whisper
Grace across your soul, lighting the way
So you can know how to let go of your tears

When life leaves you...

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Time has passed by since I wrote
No awards received, not even a vote
Book shelves are filled with all the best sellers
Libraries kept mine down in their cellars. 

I tossed out the old glass oil lamp
It let me down when I wrote at my camp
I was...

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IF ever I had a country : XLIV - XLV

			XLIV

IF ever I had a country even beyond this galaxy
And if ever I were by no stretch of the mind the very first - ever - educated Minister of Education
I'd install television cameras in every class-room...

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That's *****!
said transculturing Curiosity,
peering out Her sacred big-boxed window
panes of misty white fog
gently covering her view
of upstream tiding River's
mysterious grey
reverse time flow

Sometimes,

OK, really too often,
I could use more courageous exercise

But, Other times
I'm more content, inviting compassionate awareness
of Earth's ***** tidal rivers,
surfing sacred oceans
surrounding anthropocentric privileged...

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Earth History, lectured Fr. Time,
has always favored leftbrain culture,
too either/or bipolar
to rightbrain's more both/and interdependent way
of feeling and touching,
hearing before seeing and speaking
in rhyming reason,
not out of season.

It was leftbrain's technology of coins
that led to capital value economic systems
severed from nutritional ethics of ecological relationship
connection
co-attachment
of...

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Poems for Poets X
Poems about Poets X



Sinking
by Michael R. Burch

for Virginia Woolf

Weigh me down with stones ...
   fill all the pockets of my gown ...
      I’m going down,
         mad as...

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“I will give you the riches of the darkness,
And the hidden riches of places unknown,
So that you may know that I Am God,
Who calls you by your name,
I Am God of Abraham, Isaac, Jacob,
Now, I Am your God who knows my Son.

I Am form the...

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He was writing his thoughts, set to see,
With intentions for others to read and review.
What quickly happened, he couldn’t believe.
Things happened, he was quickly to rue.

Others had read and enjoyed what he said.
He, too, enjoyed the time then at play.
Life was changing, he was thinking...

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Poetry is stupid. 
It always has been and it always will be. 
If another stupid poet publishes another stupid work I'll scream and tear my hair out. 
If I have to rip apart another poem and put its pieces back together I'll cry.
And no one...

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