Funeral Power Poems

I heard them when I was small
words of hatred words worst of all
words of steel knives stabbing me
meaningless words  all for me
it didn't matter...

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Memories from 2020: 

TAKING BACK
Artist: Michelle Morris
Artist's Description
When we're let down by love and feel betrayed, we need to stand up and take back our...

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Now rest your weary eyes,
For the long day is through.
You sought a golden prize,
Under skies of azure blue.

The pebbles in the sand,
Were the riches to...

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Friends,
Trumpians,
EcoFeminists

We gather here
to no longer hear divisions
across a win/lose 
zero-sum aisle
so we can see revisions
within a win/win
nonzero-exponential
future free of buried guile.

Green flowing fullness
no longer mourned
for...

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Lost in a sea of pain 
Lost to the doors of a Secret Night
Far, far from the shores
of hallow be thy name
searching for the Sacred...

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Down secret streets, I glide
Down boulevards that twist and turn
Down the lanes of lost imagery 
I have seen in vacant rooms
Of awakenings
Of wandering shadows
Your eyes...

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Play the bugle taps,
as the freedom flag is raised half-mast
Democracy is dystopian dead,
it’s a Greek tragedy

Hear that funeral procession drum roll,
and the coffin timbre of
brass...

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I
If Jesus held his knee
on my neck for sins and crimes
it would be DARK indeed

II
Blue terror
evokes quiet from those
who hate terror

III
Neatly "dressed to kill"
as storm...

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POEM "THE PASSAGE" by martin gedge

On the outside looking in

I'm the passage on the wind

shadow serpent of the heart

born of light to pierce the dark

keeper...

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The coincidence of Advent
and the HW Bush eulogies
reminded me of DJ Trump's challenge
to laugh about himself
at least as quickly and quietly as he laughs against...

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Community organizers
and multiculturing regenerators
and organic whole food farmers
all agree
we tend to end up
back to where historically empowered nutritional voices 
start.

Look at all these old white...

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It was nice that I seen, but now you got to go
The dark half is no longer here
I grew from you years ago
Your no longer...

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Gazing out upon dusky barren moor,
Where gray grass grasps the air
Finding no purchase but sad allure
Straight stalks elapse their endless despair.

Teased by tales of golden...

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Deep in the earth, a crypt of rock
slumber guarded by casket locked
Lips grope silence ‘ever more
 rasping thought, remembers whispered lore
Outstretched palms the roots do...

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' Talitha Cu'mi - - - Rise ! ... '


        (Tal' i-tha cu' mi)
(An Ancient Arabic/Syrian Phrase)



(Mark 5:...

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