Lost Shelter Poems

I see no shelter,
while I move past the crowds,
eager to put down the burden,
weighed upon my shoulders.

I see no shelter,
to quench my undying thirst,
in the...

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Holding out on me, I see,
Never meant to pry,
Given tools to question,
One foot on the platform,
Fading sight.

Lost "need,"
Must I search,
What it means to be,
At least...

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In the bleak night, ‘pon lonely street of Capitol Bye Pass,
Mine stomach’s growl, louder than thunder’s clash,
Mine lips, pink and cracked like parched earth’s skin,
I...

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To search for the angelic chord that 
describes the melodic sound of your voice 
expressing the music in your eyes 

To seek your unique persona...

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a bus stop 
with a shelter

remote and 
standing tall

surrounded by 
bleak countryside

where no one 
lives at all.

does anyone
get off here?

just who
the heck gets on?

where does...

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A Psalmody of Psalm Ninety One
God is our refuge, He is our shelter
Kept safe from demons are those who’re blessed 
Beneath wings of the Almighty...

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Rescue-Zoo.com



I was sitting in their studio with a gal from cable news, taking part in my first and only ever interview,
Fielding friendly questions that pertained...

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Sitting in the recliner her family
brought so she wouldn't have to
sleep on a cot, she wonders.
How long will she be here?
How long will the storm...

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Perhat Tursun

Perhat Tursun (1969-) is one of the foremost living Uyghur language poets, if he is still alive. Born and raised in Atush, a city...

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American citizens in “bread-lines” to get little boxes of food. How desperate do you have to be to join that line? The sad, generous, little...

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Walking together entwined on garden path
you whispered the tune of autumn breeze.
Your enigmatic smile, the mirage of illusion,
I thought sparkled in my stellar yearning.

The northern...

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I who am…insipid, vapid bland, inadequate life
My life halfhearted I am uninspired
I am Spiritless in a place of safety refuge
I am for certain, I need,
a...

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the way of this thing . . .
is all about interruptions and fragments
the way of this thing is what I call my journey
never did you...

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Love, to you
nothing more than washed away graffiti, 
once dripping along the 
mismatched bricks of this worn facade
where tattoos mean forever . . .
even when...

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I am never sure!

The pale of moon sings
To the absence of birds

Her rings breathe
With waves of sensibility
Undulating before my imperfect stare
Through tears of solace rhythms

Without...

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