Redacting Poems - Poems about Redacting

...Living in an open book, I am everywhere I look, I thought I took a wrong turn, Feeling the fire burn, I yearn for peace. Releasing my hold, Dropping the load, Eroding into the landscape......

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...What if poetry soup just shut down with all your work before you edited always copy you work even if you have to go to the library check your titles as well sometimes identity thieves actuall......

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...Two girls far apart leading different but crazy similar lives Lots of progress and work - arousing with small talk of becoming wives But are those emotions genuinely what you wanna explore? The j......

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...There are some poems we are just not ready to write The wound is still too fresh for us to take notes from the light of it And our pencil tips aren't sharp enough to stitch us up just yet When w......

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...There is no truth within a lie, looking at all the evidence denied, the rhetoric of first and second amendment rights seem hypocritical cries, when those who spout the lie voice no honor or am......

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...Life is a work and play in progress toward interdependent democratic economic, political, social, psychological, biological, and ecological investment choices And/or lovely life is a too lo......

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... Redacting History Written: by Tom Wright 5/27/2019 By cultivating falsehoods that we hope will grow, We omit things from books so others won’t know. We spin the truth and from our hi......

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...DNA's cooperative purpose for ego/eco-systemic mapping outside convex with inside concave is to unite our cooperative WinWin questions-- not to colonize not to overpower Earth's entire interdep......

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...Experience v Theory, like Both/And inducted feelings v. Either/Or deductions, like Internal Information v External ReConstructions, like Memory v ReImaging, like Cause/Effect v DNA of causal-effe......

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...Disguised, I see her in secret A Girl not knowing, her real truth Skin and Hair, dark as mine like Mother, eyes beautifully blue Her face an illustration of life. Her "Dad" Provides comforts. B......

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...It’s a decent social life, just the people who surround But why settle for just that? So many more options abound. Do I want to talk about triathlon, poetry or ultra running? The neighbors don’t......

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...Once within eternal time of pre-LeftBrain domination, I recall breathing in EarthMother's richly hued nutrition, and this Other inhaling me, purging lungs of misperceptions that I was Her any......

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