Time Journey Poems

Do you truly reveal your essence?
Or do you project an illusion untrue?
A mirage of falsehood and pretense?
Do you know how to just be you?

Beneath the...

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Like twins, we share markers of a common history,
Civilization, and knowledge; a call for unity.
The carcasses of slavery and the slave trade
Are lost in the...

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The mirror reflects a lifetime etched upon my skin; a canvas of stories whispered through maturity. I stand before it, middle-aged and exposed, my nakedness...

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In the dusky depths where dreams dance daringly,
A story whispers, woven with whispered wonders,
Beneath the branches of a brooding, barren tree,
Where shadows linger, lost like...

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In the forest, where shadows play,
An orchestra of life, in the light of day.
Leaves whisper secrets in the gentle breeze,
Nature's song, among the swaying trees.
Lush...

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She smiles
and considers the crowd,
all backward somersaulting
detached vagabonds, all,
serious soft smalls revealed -
marshmallows imbued
with the glee of writing 
irregular poetry;
works of art thou art, ...

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Our brains, the experts do opine,
Have a left side, a right side, and a dividing line –
But that daunting corpus callosum
I fear to cross it...

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I hope you really understand
This is all out of my hands
I can't control this situation
All my woman's intuition
Led me to this secret place
I had no...

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You are my addictive habit
Your love comes--I have to grab it
I really need an intervention
Leading to a conversation
About the way you hooked me in
Now each...

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In shot snap seconds, everything changed.
The horror was sudden -
a shatter-shower of bullets
bouncing off rock.
The picnic I'd laid so carefully
blew apart - black olives
tossed into...

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“A truly strong person does not need the approval of others any more than a lion needs the approval of sheep.” (quote by Miyamoto Musashi,...

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ODE TO MONEYLENDERS

Oh, what designs can one possess
Lending succour to those with naught
Such desperate need one must confess
And how hard one must have fought

When courtesy...

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Wide-faced baby still crossing her legs, 
Shivering inside her own mother’s womb,
Parts staying hidden from the ultrasound’s cold, metal-like screening,
Warm pool of darkness heating up...

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Convalescence of Richard McGeehan

Spouse of my eldest sister
marital bond fixed in place
strong as mortise and tenon,
he hales of hearty Irish stock
genes of said septuagenarian
analogous to...

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He always brought the subject up at the most inappropriate of times, usually when some c**t was trying to kill us.
Are you a believer now?
If...

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