Best Triage Poems

“Blue Angels, Black Sheep, Monitors and The House of Random Penguins” 

The womb
is scooped like 
an over ripe melon
Time is the incorrigible felon,
the forgotten lost...

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The deepest cuts and mortal wounds
come from the ones we love the most
for we've pulled open ribs like doors
and let in darkness dressed as light
to...

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Broken but disbelieving, we wait   
for any doctor to say it’s just blood
as the gray man greens, throws-
up in triage. A Goth teen...

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It's Not About Me

In England my mom was a nurse during WW11
Caring for Americans and British soldiers tis true
Hearing her stories was my inspiration
Registered nurse...

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I’m drawn to airport departure halls,
to the optimism of leaving.
The suspension of here.
The promise of there.

I like the in-between feeling of transit,
the lightness that comes...

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A story of Faith..
How does anyone explain why they believe the Faith they have .
I can only tell you through the eyes of a 5yr...

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Memories Mirrored
                  by Odin Roark

A Boy Scout essential
The...

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Oceans full of tears 
A sea sick with fear
Where lonely fish swim in ridicule and plastic

For mother earth listens and blisters from
Bombastic rhetoric from climatic...

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Armed to the teeth, but not in the head 
Soon the ground will be covered with dead 

Shooting and fighting, explosions galore 
Wounded fall to...

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GAZA 2014

Which veil b
                locks o
    ur...

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"Soul" 

In the place 
where there was a gap
between the pines,
a war game went wrong.

they say,
the satellites
set it off, the intelligence
was corrupt, 

putting golf balls,...

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The sun dappled patio 
     irresistibly beckoned 
     pillowed pad to bedeck 
    ...

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the stillness of peace


Mossy vines served as camouflage for a decaying headstone.  She had gone to war at a time when women didn’t. ...

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Archie A. Agag, the American Idol Kaiser
Be hiding in an underground concrete bunker
Closed-eyed hate peeper sleepy late-riser
Dreaming of a bottom end H-bomb dumpster
Enter the REM...

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no doubt sympathetic poured in exceeding a ton
sans the reverberations from the supposed terroristic act doth stun
although neither a native bostonian son nor one who...

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