Butterfly Memorial Poems

Have you read Pavel Friedmann's "The Butterfly"?
I discovered it in a Children's poem book
he only rhymes with the words "high" and "goodbye"
its imagery gives the...

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The local girls are Asian, South Korean, Japanese,
Chinese, Vietnamese.
A few runaway Muslim chicks.
War is a man-shaped demon.

War is booze and guns, fistfights,
Humvees and frying, flying...

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No one lived more inside the moment,
No one left others more bent to his will,
No one remembered more for the things that he said,
No one...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Silent Wisdom

Did you see?
Did you look?
What do think?
They are so…   …   ?

Words heard directly, 
indirectly or by accident, 
but never by...

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Safe Havens 

The house is quiet. 
It is past the hour of dawn, 
and before the hour of noon. 
Yet, nothing is moving. 
The world...

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Lies to Our Self

I will be okay. 
You, she, we, me, us...
are just fine. 
All the time, 
we talk too much, 
and not enough. 

Lose...

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The Fine Lady

It is the first time I can remember, 
that I cared about china. 
Which pattern to pick, 
where to buy it, 
and why....

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A Christmas Card

Letters unsent, 
to people…
that wish they had received them. 
Maybe not write away, 
or all at once, 
but eventually. 

Harsh words spoken, 
throughout...

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Historical Outlaws

What, are you talking about? 
I am saying that we have a past. 
It is full of guns, and law, 
and law breakers. 
It...

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My mother in law has died and was buried today.
Although apart from her son this past ten years,
she and I continued to maintain our loving...

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   nor pollinate like fecund human loam
viz - it mine neurological nuances here
   within Schwenksville,...

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The dawning of the sun 
And the cry of the ocean 
The blooded-like rays of the sunset 
Full of loneliness and casted by scarlet 

The...

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HEROES

Near somber guards, units of children heap 
dead leaves, naive to any else fallen.
Friend, you chuckle, but your posture speaks
of duty on this day of...

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IMMORTALITY

When you look into your daughter’s brown eyes 
And see  the eyes of your own mother long gone
But  still smiling there,  ...

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