Rose History Poems

She was a rose
Incomprehensible layers
Of trauma and tenacity
She was plucked away 
From her roots
And passed from person 
To person 
As an object

Handed as a gift
In...

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My jubilant latent, nascent poetic tribute to black history month

Which acknowledgement ought to be year round,
similar to altruistic, humanistic, and philanthropic
unconditional acceptance and respect
crafted with...

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A sheriff I was in a small town,
seen fifty years, and earned no renown,
when Black Ken and his gang did come down
to Mick Callahan’s big...

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Black lives matter. Me too.
Not my president. Give peace a chance.
Luck runs out. I like immigrants. 
Power must be challenged by power. 

Equal and opposite...

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While in an antique shop, I came across a wood stove
The cast iron, covered in rust, had seen better times
I admired it as it stood...

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the hapless toad
who croaked a verse
and moved the trees around him

did sway the branches
sway the leaves
at the most profound of meaning

and too did cry 
the...

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In our souls, an insatiable desire resides
A force compelling, where reason often hides
A primal instinct, hidden deep below
Millennia of evolution, it's hard to overthrow

Man and...

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Dignity, purity, hope,
Entwined in a delicate rose.
These are the colours which hold
The futures of all women to come.

Run, run, run,
To the Free Trade Hall we...

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All words and wonder, wobbling copper green
Foam and guano floating 
In the sea cave’s lee
A flock of gannets raucous on a rocky pile
And the ever-growing...

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A Cowboy And His Thoughts On Dodge City

In the razor whip and faster gun
  the flaming sun, the fertile fields
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He was born with a gold mine in his head 
He was raised seeking the lead 
He grew up wielding the arrow 
Chasing promises of...

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III.
“Excuse me m’am,”he did call out,
“It looks like you could use some help.”
The woman looked up cautiously,
if she feared him, he could not tell.

“And what...

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victorian canal life - the reality (a true tale  from from my maternal heritage )

We left our abode 
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As the last twinkle
In the brown eyes of Jesus
Faded to heaven
The morning star left Jesus
Darkness covered all
The sun of the archons set
The binding veil torn
Those...

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