Yellow Prose Poems

where your push down
feel your bound
here's the sound
get out the ground
hold hands together stand
have  a plan
black yellow brown or white
this is
HOW TO FIGHT
FOR YOUR...

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Lovely yellow and green chamomile; 
delicate flowers blooming among the greenery; 
I brew you into an elixir with 
fresh lavender, honey and lemon.
A tasty tea...

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I.

A young boy in a desert trailer,
wishes inspiration will fall in him,
pitter, patter, like raindrops,
transforming into keytaps,
on the ancient yellow-screened word processor
that was his father's...

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A Black Dog Named Depression

The Black dog follows me;
Down the dark lanes and pathways of the years;
Over the wide, cold chasms in the night,
With steady,...

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P.T.S.Dream

i suck hard on a cigarette
flick it into the gutter
an amber yellow 
clings on momentarily
 
crossing the trenches
the whistle blowers
blow me over the top again
in...

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A painting like a poem talks to us.  They speak of life and ask us questions of this world. A painting mimics God's creations...

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The words “watermelon gum” and “stifling heat” shouldn’t be synonymous with the sentiments that ripped me to shreds during the month of July--and although all...

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The Messiah you see painted on the ceilings of your churches and on the floors of the convenience stores on the corner are me--I know...

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I had a red jeep once,
my husband rigged it up with
Christmas lights on the running board.
I was puffed up about it.

My grandparents had the best
Christmas...

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A crumbled dim paper moon that lit
Once held boldly and so brilliant 
Stars envied the greatness of its tone
The light it carried upon her throne...

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Bright ray of sun’s dust
Immense like Milky Way 
Specks, flicks in small cosmic shapes
Hues of colors keen

Each so distinct, each so pristine
The bright sun’s beam
Penetrates,...

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My dad died in the mountains when I was six.
First words out of his mouth, a new boy, unknown to me.
How old are you now?...

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Nowhere on land to be me- Being the prototype of mankind is hard. Maybe I'll return to the sea. Liken to the chicken nesting in...

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...cont

Always wanting to get the most from life,
one morning after a terrible snow storm
she rose from bed stretching 
the most radiant, playful grin spread across...

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Book in hand, I strode the path
in awesome Autumn splendor.
The warmth of the sun caressing my cheek,
while the cool breeze gently tickled 
goose bumps across...

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Jades of green, yellow and white; 
the colors of life grow warm against the skin.

Precious gems of the lands minerals; 
coveted by any, Jade is...

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A tale of two twins ...


Kit:	That sure was a mean swing, Dottie. You knocked it out of the park. You’re the Sultana of Swat. I...

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It all tastes like
Brown manila
Rusty tools

Fading, planes escape into
Lily pad clouds
Shrinking yellow rays stroll
Across dusty floors
Arthritic Autumn smoke
Sweet in
Forgotten drawers opened
Far away
Put away in
Brown manila...

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It takes many types

And rigorous flights

Simple minds and treacherous vine’s

We lace our faces with our finds

We trace our space’s with their intellectual minds

But cigarettes burn...

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ANGELS’   BREATH



Yesterday there were none;
And it’s as if God suddenly 
Woke the angels and said,
“Let there be dandelions.”

I can’t resist the urge
To leave...

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