Sister City Poems

“And I remember Muscatine -still more pleasantly  - for its summer sunset. I have never seen any on either side of the ocean that...

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July 17th, 1981
three sisters decided to split a hotel room bill and enjoy the weekend.
they stayed at the Hyatt Regency, a beautiful place.
marigold ran downstairs...

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I spent Fall Break with Lisa (one of my college suite-mates) in NYC. They live in a Central Park South high-rise. I hope to spend...

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**BIO- IN RHYME FORM**





Living there..... was quite an unusual trip.
I was no flower child,  but they ruled the city.

They actually rode on flower painted busses...

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Mable stared at the duck walking toward her.
He was dressed in a suit, carrying a briefcase.
Hello! She said. Who are you? Where are you going?
She...

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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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Old Jack is at it again, Great Grandmother says.
Her voice eases through a window as we reach shoes on the porch.
At least twelve pair; which...

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AMERICA'S HOMELESS

America is often called
The land of milk and honey
A place where anyone may come
To make some easy money

But if you will only look around
I...

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The death of three sisters
Three sisters sadly fell. At different times they died, 
though in them countless millions stood and worshipped side by side. 
Though...

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My City Cowboy

You don't wear boots, 
not the fancy ones...
unless there is a;
marriage, birth or death.
Otherwise, it is work shoes, 
steel-toed, 
and seldom shiny. 

Plain...

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While his sister hosts a party,
(Only females may attend)
We'll be entertaining Henry
And the fun will never end.

What we plan is a museum 
(Getting there by...

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Needy

Wants!
They are so hard to handle.
Everyone has one, even if they don’t want one. 
Some try to hide theirs, but it shows. 
I hate to...

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Feet

Mine sweat. 
Mine are also cold. 
This is a dilemma. 

I get the chills,
so I put boots on. 
I am warm,
and comfortable. 

Then… sweat.

How does...

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Jiska
Sweetened, mommy, on beat, authentic. 

Sister of my lionized brothers, the lionized for radio and business. 

Daughter of idolized by some and for being a...

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Since the first bomb blast in my town,
I began talking to winds in strange languages.
Since bayonets had been replaced by rapist-soldiers,
I started building tin-nests on...

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