Places Disability Poems

Quiet Bird Songs

Daughter, come home. 
Your mom is calling you. 
She is singing the same song, 
as when you were little. 
She remembers, 
everything. 
She...

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My Son

My son will never grow up. 
He will be forever young.

The room he lives in is small. 
That is okay, 
it fits his needs....

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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Truth Matters

Deplorable. 
That is what I am. 
That is okay with me. 
I work hard, 
Have a family. 
I support my wife, 
and my own...

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Unfair Calories 

Chocolate cake, 
can be eaten fast or slow. 
Depends on who, 
is at the end of the fork. 
But I tell you true,...

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Commenting on the Weather

My coffee is hot, 
the cream was cold, 
the outcome... just right. 
The screen, 
the window out and into the world...
awaits my...

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Confused Miles

You...
are too far away. 
I live here and you live there. 
The world, 
smaller all the time, 
but still. 

Parts are on fire. 
Some...

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One More

Raise the curtain, 
I am ready. 
Let's write and read together, 
for hours without end. 
Dressing up in costumes, 
singing crazy shanties, 
or Round...

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Gathering the Bones

You must believe me, 
I am in power. 
I know what is right for you. 
Your vote put me here, 
you can not...

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Safe Havens 

The house is quiet. 
It is past the hour of dawn, 
and before the hour of noon. 
Yet, nothing is moving. 
The world...

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Spider Fires

When we are beaten on not once, 
but over a course of years, 
a thing happens that occurs...
and sometimes but not always, 
goes away....

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The High Night of the Dark Wind

Dancing fairies on the lake of ice, 
leaving no marks as they pass. 
The tiny birds, chase them...
not to...

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Used by the Muse

Here I sit, after the holidays. 
Everything is quiet, 
and waiting for the big party, 
to end the year. 

Struggling on page...

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Daily Lives

Quietly I walk into the room. 
You have been asleep for hours. 
You got home late, 
not for the first time,
not the last. 
Days...

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A Limp and Aspirins

I sit at the edge of the bed, 
my hip hurts, 
my back aches, 
and my legs are on fire. 
Not for...

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