Write Social Poems

Be quiet so you won’t be heard anymore. You might have heard this phrase growing up. Why do people think it’s their job to silence...

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When Life became too heavy,
People grew harsher,
their words sharpened into wounds,
their silence burned like fire.

When I finally broke,
and Help knocked on my door,
the world turned...

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What makes it okay to bomb a nation?
Kill so many who don’t have a station?
Destroy a country, cities and families?
Women, babies, children and men—all tragedies—
Who...

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My muse provides me nothing with which I can get to work
And so I spent an hour on Facebook… boy, am I a jerk
A pointless...

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Don’t!

Don’t put your thoughts on paper
Don’t dare to think out loud
Don’t express on social media
Don’t put them up in cloud

Don’t criticize the useless
Don’t voice a...

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Brains and guts orbit the soul—
that polar star searing in the marrow of being.

I was born somewhere between Einstein’s neurons
Ginsburg beat poetry, the birth of...

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In a realm once pure, where stories were shared,
A new world arrived, yet no one was prepared.
Young hands that once worked with skill and grace
Now...

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I think the beauty in living comes along when we shirk our heavy coats
And our white-knuckle approximation of old, flake-away skin, which we have
Stapled back...

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It’s pretty easy to write hysterical headlines;

News flash; everyone is going to die!

And yet, it’s just as easy to spin it elseways;

News flash; everyone is...

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Did you know there are more than 20,000 known species of bees, but only 5 percent are social bees? Only 5 percent allow you to...

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Please bare with me I received 24 injections in my head for traumatic headaches due to a traumatic brain injury 
This began with my reporting...

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Listening, viewing body language, some will say spy
But I’m just watching people, as life goes by

All sorts of people, young and old
I’m making up stories...

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The New World



Why do we write a lovely poem 
when they are not reflecting the world
brutal and stark as it is
there will be no Putin, Zelensky...

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In the dim-lit alley of the soul's bazaar,
Were jazz and jive spill from ajar,
We tap our feet, snap fingers, under stars,
And speak in verses, raw...

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I was one of the cool set,
navy blue duffle coat, scarf around
my neck, seated at a table
in Pepe's Coffee Lounge
discussing Baudelaire 
and T.S. Eliot and...

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