Black Easter Poems

We watched him die, 
He was nailed up high, 
Alive for hours, 
Before the sky turned black; 
Thunder rolled, 
Lightning flashed, 
It is finished, was...

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Another Easter Sunday arrives...
I should feel different today, but I don't
I should feel more grateful for the sacrifice, but I don't.
I should be spiritually improving...

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In a realm beyond our galaxy's reach,
A blue alien landed on a sandy beach,
From a black hole's depths, it emerged with grace,
To share its story...

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EASTER DINNER

they liked the one behind me
the teal and black checkerboard
its sparkling tiles on the diagonal
red, yellow, blue, pink pillows
on sofas and chair

the sunrise was...

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In the wee hours of the morning…from a place where dreams abound
while in the midst of a peaceful slumber I was awakened by a sound.

Realizing...

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Pure as she is, sweet as she is
The beauteous Portia of my dream
With her anchor of roses
Conceived by her body of harmony.
The velvety of her...

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Easter in September
Hiding in plain sight
Lying on the ground
Fell off in the night

Smaller than an egg
Lovely orange and bright
Rubbed on pork and smoked
Ice cream churn...

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Priest’s Palette
 
Looking in the mirror over the sun visor of our nine passenger 1959 Ford station wagon, which we really need with six children,...

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Thick smoke sick rising 
into the stormy iron-gray sky 
industrial gears and pistons
grinding eternity…

Lightning lances arcane 
weathervanes over 
a filthy antiquated metropolis!

Wondering!

a wandering of souls...

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into the wilderness haunted by ghost-towns 
And ancient bloodstains 
and lost history of scars 
we wander the borderlands 
between the weakening dreams 
and cities a...

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"The Walk"



The most precious 
diamonds falling
every step before me
wet the ground 

bare feet
my blood, 
my gift,
our foundations

placed reverently 
before you
solidarity
I gave you 

gifted under burning
oath...

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Centurio Romanus sum,
et nolite flere non commovebitur.

I am a Roman Centurion.I do not weep or tremble.
But I have wept some bitter tears before this end...

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Blasting cities with
Innocent crowds...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Screamed, the humanity..
Shattered shrine on
a day, so divine...
	"I can't breathe.."
	Yelled, the humanity..
Tearful lass before the
drooling hounds..
	"I can't breathe.."
	Cried, the humanity..
Silenced...

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I need a vacation
from vacation unbreaks.

Bad Friday
falls seven days after spring break begins,
Which is a break for some kids
and teachers without kids,
but not for grandpa...

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Wrap in dry onion skins and dip’em right;
you’re going to get a big surprise.
It’s colored oval onion bliss;
something you wouldn’t want to miss.

Grab those, Sharpies...

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