Summer Rape Poems

For all this time, I couldn't call it - rape.
I couldn't use that word, and make it real.
Like plowing a field before it's harvest,
or pruning...

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Drink the poison from my blood, breathe the rot from my lungs.
Take all that has been decaying inside me and nurse it to health like...

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Broken Glass 

Bits of color...
washed up on the beach. 
Items that tell stories, 
about faraway places, 
new people, and old. 

Red like roses, fine wine...

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This is based on a truly sad story from the late 1930s - 


Late one August afternoon - the year was nineteen ten - a...

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These concealed agenda,

unravelling soon, 

Stage by stage,

man a captive to man,

manipulated,

"Liberty" is lie,
 
they make the boundaries,

Locked in the prison in summer

separated in winter,

distancing like...

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Unfair Calories 

Chocolate cake, 
can be eaten fast or slow. 
Depends on who, 
is at the end of the fork. 
But I tell you true,...

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Rain

As I set here quiet, 
I gather my thoughts. 
I pray without the pomp...
of a beginning or an end. 
As He is always with me....

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Spring Flower

Long fine hair, 
that lay softly across her shoulders, 
and trailed down her back, 
all the way to her waist. 
The colors of brown...

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The Winter Hours

Cold is not my friend. 
It loves me, 
but it is not…
a mutual affair. 
Slowly, artfully, cruelly, 
my joints begin to freeze up....

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The Forgotten holidays

Written or in this case typed…
correctly; “The” as it was at the beginning correct. 
“Forgotten” as it was naming not the action but...

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If Money Grew 

I would plant a garden. 
I would make every row, 
straight. 
They would be perfect, 
as hard work, 
produces the best crops....

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NO

I am not dark. 
I write happy things, 
most of the time. 
I can not help it, 
if I spilled my coffee, 
the phone rang,...

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Satin Flowers

The desert is a harsh place. 
Sometimes life can not keep up the pace. 
Others… taunt the heat, wild things between the rocks.
They bring...

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Your Shoes

Are the wrong size. 
I never liked how they looked, but I was silent.
You made me that way, for a long time.
Not forever.

All grown...

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We rape summer,
then wonder why she bleeds into winter
(skipping fall completely).
We were hungover through her serial morning glories,
ignored the sun as if it were a...

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