History Sympathy Poems

beak
of the plague mask
    lest I smell
your rotting bodies
    strewn
I smell your crosses
  daub your doors
I smell your...

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Words in the Wind

By Mark D. Stucky
Winds carried away the words
that Jesus, the Word made flesh,
wrote in the dust,
while sitting near a trembling woman,
who was...

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There are no heroes 
Just people ,gods and the devil
There are no heroes 
David couldn’t resist peeping 
Moses couldn’t stop running 
And Obama really did...

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Is this the price we pay for our right to have guns 
the blood of innocent souls lost to oblivion: a gentle violence

Forever a mental...

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...Connolly, amazed, shook his heavy head,
kids do not lie well, the truth had been said,
having heard the tale, he just could not blame
a child with...

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...“My mother said he did it to survive,
the farm was failing, the crops wouldn’t thrive,
he had to find money, so rode with them,
so desperate he’d...

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...They were quite faint, most would not have seen them,
just a pattern in how the grass did bend,
from their looks the cowboys seemed unaware,
Connolly decided...

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When Sherriff Connolly came to Red Flat’s town,
Tte citizens came in from all around,
they had hotly anticipated this,
for too long they felt they had been...

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Long live in halcyon days 
of yore the golden age 
of my history mysteries 
known to none but one.

My inner terminal washed 
in ancient memory...

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But like all memory, it fades as new ones are born
The memories rise to the surface and sink to the depth of obscurity

I remember all...

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Blurred in the sight
the fragments of light 
suspended in memory, 
blurring space and time!

Of a faded photograph 
dreams pressed into the pages 
of a book...

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Hello, Oblivion am I welcomed to thy realm?
            down into the darkness 
 ...

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WINTERS HOUSE 
Black, bare in despair 
alone to nowhere 
On a corner crossroads to everywhere
Sits a house half-forgotten 
a house full of itself and memories
Dark...

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Bring on the pain
	For I have seen my misspent ways
Bring own the Rain
	So I can let it wash me away
Bring on the insane
	So As I...

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Old bones of my last feast 
lost and sold to the dust of ages 
collect in cryptic skulls 
of entities that sit and pray 
worship...

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