Long Claudia Poems

EarthMother senses a difference
between Political Correctness
and everyday domestic political accuracy.

Political accuracy grows best
and sprouts up healthiest rooted
in directly observed EarthNatured experience

While CapitalInvested Political Correctness
is more shallow sandy shifty rooted
in some LeftBrain dominant
EgoPatriarchal WorldView Theory
of competitively...

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Being sick with a snotty nose
A cough, fatigue, one of those colds???
For goodness sake's everyone knows
Grandmothers are too sophicated 
To wear anything but fancy clothes
Surely not a Kleenex box attached
To their chair, and looking unkempt
And...

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My first poetry reading on April 15, 2011 at Café Jolesch in Zittau

This evening I read the first five of my poems before an audience in the beautiful Art
Nouveau atmosphere of Café Jolesch under the...

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My dearest Claudia, 

     For eighteen months, I've been at this Jerusalem outpost.
     "Tis you and young Julius that I miss the most.
    ...

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beware the enemy who can
fart your national anthem
it was a mob scene at the microphone
kill him kill him they laughed
nobody wanted to miss the show
a perfect blend of pandemonium and bliss
sound bites took their ears...

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The familiar phrase in Italian, ‘ciao’
closely links me to human understanding,
that relationship within one’s sanctuary
highlights its meaning of joy and bonding.

  It’s a friendly salutation, a common greeting,
  I like it as a...

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The familiar phrase in Italian, ‘ciao’
closely links me to human understanding,
that relationship within one’s sanctuary
highlights its meaning of joy and bonding.

  It’s a friendly salutation, a common greeting,
  I like it as a...

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A boy named Bill began boiling the blood of a black cat
A cat called Claudia who came for his food
Fiesty and ferocious was the feline that was famished
And generous and glorious was a girl named...

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Fern was wearing his grandmother’s ring again.
It was a beautiful piece, a pretty pink stone.
Hot pink.  She had no idea what kind it was.
Quartz maybe.  Citrine? Possibly.  Limestone?
Probably not, but it was...

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Days have come and days have gone, from blazing dawn till setting sun, you know 
it's been so long it seems, since we were you and fancy free. I find comfort in your 
arms your...

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(A Spoon River Poem)

You loved me well, you loved me long,
even with joy fading from my eyes,
my beauty your heart's silent song,
and sorrow hidden in burnished skies.

Six strapping sons feathered our nest,
pride your meat, and...

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I love you now like I  loved you then,
For me nothing has changed,
Yet every day we are growing more apart,
Our lives so rearranged,
It's not ur fault, nor is it mine, I'm just left feeling alone,
Confused...

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Write me a poem
                               ...

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HANGING BY A THREAD - COLLABORATION WITH DARREN WHITE

I felt my life hanging by a thread
The tip of your sword piercing my heart
My mind screamed words my mouth couldn't say 
The unfairness of it plain...

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Cracked and freckled skin wraps the frail bones of your being,
Blood of the past run though the roots of your antiquity,
Silver threads fall down like a cascading falls from your head
And knees trembling with the...

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Oh yes, my friends, it is me again
The Brat Prince straight from New Orleans
Yes,and don't try to deny it, 
you've heard of me,
or perhaps we met once upon a midnight dreary- 
whichever
You will remember clearly-...

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The Sun is shining
but the morning is cold
it's rays are not enough 
to heat the earth below
to warm the ones that are cold
to unfreeze iced hearts
to stop the freezing drafts
to break the winter glow

The Sun...

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First steps, every morning, not taken lightly
I move slowly with closed eyes and hands outstretched
Stumbling, mumbling
Like the decaffeinated zombie that I am
CO---FFFFF---EEEEEEE

Then I see my salvation
The only thing capable of turning 
a horrible morning in...

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Collaboration with Darren White

Fog rises, mist clouds thoughts,
Logic fails, reasoning in disarray
Internal terror permeates the day
It's inner peace I seek to find

I created a safe haven
Where I can go to when I must
Whenever the world...

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Fog rises, mist clouds thoughts,
Logic fails, reasoning in disarray
Internal terror permeates the day
It's inner peace I seek to find

I created a safe haven
Where I can go to when I must
Whenever the world gets too loud.
I...

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My name is Claudia,
I am 16.
My arms are swollen,
I like when they bleed.
I must be stupid.
I must be bad.
What else could make me hate me so bad?
I wish I were better.
I wish I weren't faulty.
Then...

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We never met little Claudia face to face,
But she gave hope to our lives for a  time.
A monthly letter or picture she might trace,
Was enough to make our lives quite sublime.

The Orphanage tutored her...

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We smile at each other
In mutual understanding
Achieved complicity: 
Friendship older than time. 
Where comfort of silence 
Speaks louder
Than "I'm okay" pretense
Where teasing and crying
Are equal ingredients
Though continents divide,
Oceans cannot separate.
Our togetherness:
Always, any time,
Any circumstance,
A given...
A...

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