Studied Poems - Poems about Studied

...Upon my graduation from MIT, they didn’t hand me a diploma. They handed me a mask— and a seat at the table of shadows. They called me Director, but in truth, I became a ghost in the wires— a ......

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...He told me all is fair in war, that he studied all of our wars. That when they take over, everything will belong to them. He told me, when a new culture of government takes over they instill all ......

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...The home where Chella grew up, in the ghetto of Liberty City Florida, had beige carpets so old that pieces of the tuft and twirl would come out of the backing under-foot. The apartment window shade......

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... I’ve studied the matter, compared statistics, evaluated lives with unbiased prejudices, my research and facts painstakingly sourced – though four times married, four times divorced – call m......

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... Image # 1 My dear grandpop and grandma pop Took a short vacation I remember how my mom felt Full of frustration Mom depended on them so much Bab......

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...(a series of micro vignettes) Chella and I are reading our analysis assignments together because that’s how we link and build. We read out loud too, because how else can you judge the fl......

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...Seven grandchildren, each studying their own science courses I understand some of them, but am fuzzy about the other sources astrology is being studied by Ellen, yes astrology I think of her when ......

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...“I’m so very bored,” Raisin said with a frown “Me too,” said Rum, “but with rain pouring down, It’s not like we get to go out for some fun.” Raisin said, “Will this rain ever be done?” Sat on t......

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...I dropped out of high school in August of 1986. In 1993, that was a mistake that I decided to fix. I was only fifteen years old when I dropped out. When I ask people not to make my mistake, there ......

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...I saw you today, in the wild brown eyes of a doe. She studied me with an intensity I’ve never known. I wondered why she didn’t run away. I heard your voice reflected in the hawk circl......

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... It's no surprise that I'm back here looking out over the river, painting thoughts, dripping memories, smearing streaks of the here and now across the canvas of a dull, overcast day. Th......

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...I walked a long path today. Off in the woods nearby. My dogs walked with me, and took side trails on the sly. A little trail becomes a deer trail, through the eucalyptus and pine The oxal......

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...Nobody likes to be studied too closely, under the microscope we all display a ridiculous, multicellular idiocy. What gives us away is how we squirm as the light seeks us out, or scurry behind ......

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...They called it knowledge— but it came in cages, neatly bound in books with no windows to the sky. We were fed with answers, but starved of questions, trained to remember but never to awaken. ......

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...How that alien day flaunted the UFOs hiding in strange places. The media portrays a cosmic secret of secrets that is now known to millions. School crossing guards fretfully scan the skies as they c......

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