Parceled Poems - Poems about Parceled

...A ticket pinned to the thigh reserves it, the whole cadaver is parceled off - of course. Legs are a late harvest, these often-indigent parts carry a visual poverty long after the body is plucked. ......

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...I don’t like what I see; the camera keep staring at me; I don’t like what I see the stars keep shining above me and the earth is moving beneath my feet and my heart sorrows suddenly rolled away in t......

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...“Son”...”say goodnight to grandpa” Spurred by mother dearest as well as other politesse drummed into her second born fobbing blandishments as incentive tumbled off fingers of prodigal son tr......

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...Spring's sunshine and showers recharge my heart, leaving me feeling energized again. For Winter flurries can never compete; with the sensual feel of a Spring rain. My favorite time of y......

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...in the early light of day i rise from shadows of dreams two days ago a cousin i hadn’t seen called to say my aunt had died at the age of 101 who time and time thought about me and a momen......

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...Larks are ascending funnels of sky, songs smoke from enteral chimneys. In an industrial park a fine Autumn light burns bright. Shoes fill with walkers, we are out and praising the clanking ma......

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...The Year: Long Squandered 1999; Frank Flynn had found my sent parceled poems ‘fine’ “They can lend themselves... to live performance” Wherefore I mount for each surveillance…. An Atypical BBC S......

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...An hour before dawn, the market people arrive then settle like nestling birds beside the Ping river. Girls squat over large straw hats, hats brimful of dried chilies or small freshwater fish.......

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...His body fell away in parceled shadows. His mind headed for a mountain cabin he had hammered together with the long soft nails of desire. That first winter was hard, ground had to be cleared, ......

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...Follow a path that is trod by no footsteps down to a flowing river. There is a fish in the water that has swallowed your joy. Watch it leap, its silver form diving into the air for no reason a......

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...By morn, and under cerulean skies, he rises from sheets and soft pillows of down; and gives praise; for the Lord is just and wise, and great to behold by this earth all round. By noon, ......

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...He lost her that night. Before- Weeks after school and weekends, weather or not, they had built the fort- strong, Indian proof. Father had provided a tarp. and his father’s High Standard Sp......

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...An hour before dawn, the market people arrive then settle like resting birds beside the Ping river. Girls squat over large straw hats, hats brimful of dried chilies or small freshwater fish. ......

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...Slaves of wages for generations long forgotten in history’s screenplay. Each hand for a moment has held the torch. The people are waiting in lines. All toilers have resisted. All skins have f......

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...A note pinned to the thigh reserves it, the whole cadaver is parceled off. Legs are a late harvest of the indigent. Their limbs carry a visual poverty long after the body is plucked. In a smal......

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