Long Katherine Poems

For every step I take toward the sun,
the spark that lit the fire inside me dwindles.
History slated on unforgiving stone erodes;
A weakly chiseled dream.
But I will remember it all,
and tongues shall breed these words
and hold...

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My Little Boy Lost
by Katherine Huffman
Hello? My son, are you here?
I can't see you, I can't find you, why aren't you near?

As I walk the streets in search of you, 
I feel a pull, a...

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split schizoid mission 

Lifting the mind 
like a sword 
counting poets 
losing self in 
unsettled love
and mysteries
plucked off the shelf 
all the Berlin walls
come tumbling down
words like dice
shaken and thrown
the electric 
black dogs barking 
call...

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I am walking in your footprints again. My bare feet are so small when contained within the imprint of your own We have walked this soft grassy road, side by side. Now I walk only...

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Here are women in the Hellboy universe...

Witches
    Baba Yaga, The Baba Yaga, Wake the Devil
    Cora Fisher, The Crooked Man
    Troll Witch, The Troll-witch
  ...

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101  POETS

I want to thank 101 poets, when words have no limit.
All 101 spots full of flowing imagery and spirit.
Nathan Dilts my #1~writing for him was so much fun.
Nikko's, words are like a shot...

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“O beautiful for spacious skies”
yet marred by all it’s leaders lies.
See it’s “amber waves of grain”
beneath them hidden is a stain

I pause  “For purple mountain majesties”
yet that’s not all that my heart sees
There “above...

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"Smoke Signals"




Her wet lips
long slender fingers
flipped the lit cigarette
3 
seconds 
it glowed
inhaled deep, 
hard
and real slow
crushed under
Vermillion 
manolo blahnik 
killer, 
Capital K
long bare legs in
deadly brutal
stilletos

The taste wasn’t sweet
Her last kiss
tasted of Manuka
and violet scented
dom...

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Oh it was so long ago, now, in the time before television.
It was a more genteel time.
Women used to do the housework and read to the children.
Their husbands went off to save the world,
and their...

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She said that this man, my grandfather,
held her head under the black pool water,
while up above, a German man leaned
out of his window, against the moss and brick
to scream violently: "Don't hurt that woman!
She is...

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This axis mundi,  rotates,    
   within and outside the veils
I remember walking with you  
 and how we manifested anything we agreed upon
leaving us both slackjawed and yet...

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JOHN MICHAEL MACMILLAN

What do they call you in heaven, John Michael MacMillan?
Are you still the "Baby-Baby", that player from the past?
Sometimes I try to catch you, somehow to hold you
Long enough to know that your...

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I pay homage to a special group
Our ladies here on Poetry Soup

I shall start my list with mother Beer
A Lady with whom I hold so dear

Of Elaine George it’s clear to see
She melts my heart...

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Songs belted out in a moment of sadness
while the sun stains the clouds in her colors chameleon
Facing the sea as the ashes kiss sand
letting the wind pull the songs off the land
Grieving continues that year...

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I remember the honeyed words,
and the
               ...anticipation
 of the touch that rendered time irrelevant.
I hear laughter in the next room;
astounded at...

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HOPES DREAM
by. Katherine Symthe

Entered into this world of darkness,
This child saw an evil no human should experience,
Sorrow became the bourough of the soul.
The only words heard “give up, there is no light. Walk away”
Hope gave...

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(I'm really sorry if I left your name off, but I tried to do
 all the premium members I could imagine plus the 
non-premiums with whom I regularly communicate.
 If you are not here, I'm...

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SHE INSPIRES ME TAINT NO PLAIN OLE NOR BEAUTIFUL WOMAN KNOWS MORE THAN THIS-KH

U know God done- He don’t make no mess!
Yawl! Know God don’t make NO MISTAKES
He made Woman
And she inspires me…

Ever she inspires...

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The curtain slowly rises...the audience is spell-bound
by the appearance of royalty

Act 1, Scene 1

King Henry VIII: O adored wife, you never drew
another man to your breasts;
have I loved you more or less?

King Henry VIII: O...

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"Plain women know more about men than beautiful ones do."

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I was reading Michelle MacDonald’s superb piece of art “Sea Shanty”
Secretly, under the haiku master Katherine Stella’s “Yum Yum Tree”
When smiling Carol Brown, invited me to her grand “Surprise Party”

The charming lady of the soup...

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I. 

In this august room
I can see ugly, light-brown shelves
with books inset
like miscut gems.

I can see the surrounding flat, white wall
that looks like the painters
used primer.

These chairs are pretty though,
with crimson leather
and gold-capped rivets,
but they
too
are...

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Lord hear my prayer.
                               
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<               my little girl came to me and asked for a pet
         ...

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