Long Wedging Poems

Hannah, I haven't seen or heard you cry
not in the gray of winter day
or in the cold silence of our prisoner nights,
the others can hardly keep up with you on the marches
your face is changeless...

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Memory of Lost Innocence 

We were just kids running down the hillside, with youthful spontaneity marking the passage of time. No beaten path, we just flowed where our little hearts took us, wedging our way...

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It is simple to laugh
at this sinister comedy,
ablaze with maddening duality.
A true scene of blood-thick bonds,
breaking never, but
somehow,
tightening, like a noose
around the throat of the last
living,
thinking organism,
ascending beyond basic self judgment,
embracing those strange strings
bound to...

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My Pet Poems, Max

I hopped onto Craig’s List, made a phone call.  

Next day, with a royal blue, nylon carrier, which had a small, zippered door, sitting on the back seat ready, we drove...

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Against the odds, among the brave, his class was not defined by race
Talent can never be confined by color, race, nor faith, or time
He climbed his way with dignity within a world of bigotry,
and found...

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Lunatic:
You can call me a lune,
cause I'm crazy enough
to play the game of love
and think I can win.
I think I'm crazy.
The space by me is spinning,
and I'm seeing stars.
Dark shoes, scuffed soul.
A moonlight beam in...

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Alyssa danced in the center of the 
empty historical ballroom.  
Imagining suitors standing in line
for one more waltz around the artistic 
ceramic tiled flooring.
Her dress, ivory full, swept the floor
as she turned and sauntered...

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Breathe in the now salty air of yesterday
Hear again the waves upon the shore
Feel my hand gently touch upon yours
Days like that, I wish that there were more
Time has made itself our greatest enemy
Wedging there...

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Autumn Wind


A rushing stranger, pushing a door 

Freezing fingertips, embracing my pore

We meet face to face, lifting every tendril 

of my limp hair, numbing my ear 

 

You continue.. 

Poking through my knitted beanie 

Groaning...

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How far Dreams fly from that ponderous room—
a fear gripping the bones that dares to be a vision!
Feel its power as —like rivers—it percolates,
transporting cool beauty to heated nerves.

Wedging through the density of the dark
till...

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