Brother I Am Poems

On the field i am,

The trees stood beside me,

His brothers gather around me,

The sun shines its light on the field,

Illuminating the countenance of the field,

A...

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I am an Apache brave, the preteen rat said.
He had always wanted to be one, this critter, Ed.
Why not a Wyandotte, an Osceola or a...

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I AM THUNDER

I am thunder, hear me and shake
My brother lightning summons me
I crack the sky and make birds fall
I am loud, yet I do...

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I am weary of all of the nonsense  that surrounds me day by day, hour by hour, minute by minute.

I am not going to...

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SELF PORTRAIT

To be objective about oneself is hard
All the others’ competing observations
Reluctant to let them into a conclusion
Yet one remains trapped in confusion
Despite all those...

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Steampunk Admiral Rabbit was given his last commission today
He was grateful to have it before he turned too old or too ridiculously gray
His merriment led...

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A Monoku by: Ink Empress 
  The ink of my skin doesn't define me nor does it construe my poetry.

Am I not human to...

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My flag is not black n white with a blue streak 
My flag is not a field of white stars n scars of machine guns
My...

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I am
a tiny bundle of joy in the endless universe,
a twinkling star in the Milky Way,
a tick of a second in the timeless creation of...

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As we await His second coming
We know not who we look for 
As we speak, He walks among us
But as yet closed is our heart’s...

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“How old are you?” I asked a young girl wearing a birthday hat…
She held up two fingers and proudly exclaimed, “I am three!”
“And who are...

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November 11th, 1938. winter, Sweden
neighbor's pond water is not frozen yet
bucket spilled drops are chilly
grandma Sven's crocheted mittens are not warm enough
younger brother Finn tells...

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You’re a writer? I am too. My brother is. My father is. We all write.
I am asked to critique, but I refuse, for I am...

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“Who are you?” A young girl asked me in the bookstore after giving me a quizzical look.
I smiled and told her, “I am the man...

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Our seeming free will,
to forgive or kill,
offers us a chance,
to strike a balance.

If we’re the dreamer,
thus the redeemer,
there is no ‘other’ ~
each soul, our brother.

Ego...

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