Questions. Poems - Poems about Questions.

Childhood? You want to know about childhood? Eleven. Sleeve rolled high in Tehran's burning heat. Revolutionary Guard's fist finds my face— metal barrel pressed cold against my cheek, the sharp click of the hammer drawn back, that sound that steals sleep for years. --- Professional chess player, you ask? Sixteen. Recess bells ringing through cracked school tiles. We sketch our battlefield in white chalk...

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Thoughts On War Questions When is war righteous? Isn’t murder a crime? Does not war murder? Can’t collateral Death be a crime too?: War can’t be righteous; Murder is a crime:- Wars do have murders, Collateral deaths Can be murders also:- ...

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I stand here gazing at stars in the sky, Wondering what happens when I die? It’s harder to see with my own eye, The purpose of life as it passes by. First, I’ll consider the where, when, and why? Who or what it was, that caused my goodbye? What was important, whether girl or guy? A purposeful life, or is that a...

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I see the wind And hear the sun And when it hurts I have such fun I know not when But the where is sure The reasons are clear Though fully obscure Thoughts I suffer The long night through Bring such comfort How is this true Confusion reigns Within thoughts clear And peace so far And yet so near I can feel it Though I’m completely numb My mind subtracts To find the...

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Astronauts sleep like bats Hanging from the ceiling in bags But this does not tell us about astro-cats Do they sleep in cots made of rags? What about astro-dogs and astro-pigs? Are their bunks teeny or the biggest of the bigs? Has there yet been an astro-horse? Political correctness says there should be one of course....

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- Echo ~ the witness who talked too much - quote by poet ...

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Was it fairytale wishes that come in threes, or curses that bring you to your knees? Does that gentle, warm summer breeze blow through bodies that hang from trees? Does it waft the tinkle of a wedding bell or the howling hounds of Hell?...

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Have you ever tried choking? He asked nonchalantly. “No,” she said. *with a wrinkled nose of disapproval* “Want to try it?” *His approach couldn't hide his excitement* “Ok,” she said, absent mindedly running her index finger over his lips. “you can choke me,” she added slowly, “if I can stab you repeatedly with the 7...

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She's two fish swimming in opposite directions and physically incapable of answering my questions always on the stick's wrong end yet not to harp or carp but I'm forever on the opposite that which is pointed sharp would I enquire of the right one it's the left natator who replies with something unrelated from out of yonder wild blue skies and not knowing which will respond altho' I...

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I'm i not to know? Must wonder aimlessly amongst emersed possibility's? Do the answers you hide even remember the reasons why they are occulted, or do they stand in defiance from a questions lack of understanding? Are these riddles that escape me? Am I a troll that can't cross his own bridge? Or am I...

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I don't have questions Nor the answers to them I don't ask Because I don't know I don't have love Nor the definition to it I don't ask it Because I know fear And it gets in the way...

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I don't have questions Nor the answers to them I don't ask Because I don't know I don't have love Nor the definition to it I don't ask it Because I know fear And it gets in the way...

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Early 1980's my Three- and four-year-olds ...

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Out of nowhere it seems, he appeared to me. He had the eyes of an eagle; the heart of a lion. He had the strength of a bear, but he was a man. He posed questions to me in the tone of a teacher. My curiosity ran high when in a gentle voice He said to me, "The answers are...

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With a pen and copy, I ponder How dost thou solve thine blunder? Is thy universe just an empty shell? Nothing, but a meaningless hell? I wonder what crossing the ocean might feel. If crossing the bar might heal, the waves that drift me away, for when I am gay. Why must there be dusk? After the dawn. The darkness must've struck, so that the light...

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