Faith Pollution Poems

My favored Muse
mysteriously asks
muted
kinda sexist
win/lose 
either/or 
complex bilateral questions.

Oppositional
defiant
nearly despairing quests
exploring why I have yet to find
Faith
Hope
or delightful Joy
as names for a boy

Who might be...

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My empty bottle, tossed with careless ease
Into the deep blue sea, pollution must cease.
The tide is going out and with every wave
I feel the weight...

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Ashes and Thirst

Evil comes in all shapes, and all sizes. 
We have all heard this many times... before. 
But how truly large, or small can...

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Preacher

Man on the street, 
standing up for God, 
speaking words written in heaven, 
for all on earth to hear. 
He is a humble man, 
a...

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The NY EBS

There is talk of war. 
There is rumor and propaganda. 
There is concern and worry. 
No one wants to die. 
No one wants...

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There shall never be another dawn…
Never another day to greet your family 
Or hold the ones you love dear
You will never know the coming nightmare
Or...

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A chambered shell 
with each a secret Lie. 
Memory dwells spiraling 
down deep and only the Infinity 
knows what is kept in each. 
A secret...

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WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark...

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A god mended in string and wired corsets, armature. 
The blackened police the striders in the dark… 
a crippled plaything, 
a hymn of the tourniquet...

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We dream of rain 
in a dry season 
under the setting sun
We harvest bitter grains, 
Embittered flesh.
Under a tyrannical son, 
we dream of rain in...

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I just like to be a ocean
Asking me why, then listen me.
They are beautiful like a new world,
Deeper than your though
Let see new world...

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No island of escape
No heart that can't be found
The plague at last arrived
The ship is run aground

The wind has brought pollution
Pollution to the soul
The suffering...

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We are quarreling over a graveyard of great ideas
Wandering under skies filled with flying political spears
Ideas are rotting under the soils dug by the unscrupulous
We...

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THE CHIMNEY
The once fine air, refreshens with dust
Between the village horizon and crest
Since the sailing of a death chemical chimney.

Young green plants seedlings growing on...

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To be Ignored (heads in the air, or maybe noses)

The toilet makes a swoosh, 
The drain makes a giggle.
Grandpa lets go a “big” one, 
and...

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