Spring Prison Poems

No racist rat is indeed above the law
Justice must be blind, fair, equal and raw
For all, in a democratic society
We are sick and tired of...

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Prisoner mortally confined,
plotting your escape like Papillon,
conceiving freedom like a zoo animal.
Then dreaming on, 
you meet a flying child in all your mirrors.
Nearly weightless, pulled...

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The remnants of the castle I had built 
with the silver sands of my dormant dreams,
sank at the bleak bottom of breaking waves 
in the...

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Charles d'Orleans: a Medieval Marvel


Spring
by Charles d’Orleans (c. 1394-1465)
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Young lovers,
greeting the spring
fling themselves downhill,
making cobblestones ring
with their wild leaps and...

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Normalcy seemed to resound 
like a year-end brag letter,
for out of reach are those possibilities
when locked up in a ward.

Voices itched inside her body 
and...

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Watching from my window sill
I saw him walking, a lion in thrill
Streets shivering of his mighty shrill
On his call they come and fill
An army of...

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Foxes found themselves at home 
In a match they could dial in by phone 
A villain came into their midst 
Trying to cure themselves from...

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Sunflowers

Your face is bright and beautiful. 
I can not look your way and not smile. 
I can not think of a world without you. 
Every...

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The words flock together
  and stretch on the frame

Their meaning runs over,
  still wet from the pain

The canvas is porous,
  the easel...

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The words flock together
  and stretch on the frame

Their meaning runs over
  still wet from the pain

The canvas is porous
  the easel...

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Hurtful one, never allow
forgetfulness blot out
a pleasant memory;
is it rage or animosity?
Frendship is based
on trust, not doubt...
but your hipocrisy did
dissolve all integrity
reducing it to a...

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And as the world closes its eyes
Falling into the quiet of a dream
Wind flashing its reverence against his brow
The chill of the Earth stumbles towards...

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Where the heart goes, there goes the head.
In reality, this does not always follow.
Where the heart goes, there goes the imagination.

A person can be in...

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To speak to me is madness
I teach silence: hush your tongue
Quieten down now joys and sadness
Temper stifle, thought make dumb

Spring breezes with the sounds of...

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I am with you in your cell
reading cheap drugstore
literature.

I am with you in your cell
though you curse me, and the spring.
Your mind, macabre.

I am with...

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