Unum Poems - Poems about Unum

Unum Carmen Too many good thoughts so many bad poems The bridge to forever exacting its toll Too many to count just one to remember As beauty releases —redeeming the soul (The New Room: June, 2023)...

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The past and the future fold into the present Conceptually vacant twice empty refrains No before and no after perpetually frozen The ice of indenture —this moment contains (Dreamsleep: September, 2022)...

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INTO AN ENDLESS AND SINGLE DAY Uninterrupted torment, for the unfortunate ones, like me, to suffer as always, the craving is so strong, consistently, trying to find us an explainable excuse to submit, constantly giving us shakes and stress, continually without giving up, makes us sweat, cause we are eternally addicted. forever. An everlasting torment, for...

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Carrying worn suitcases packed tightly with meager possessions, lofty dreams, bringing hearts filled with longings for the familiarity of homelands and family left behind, they came to America. Schowengerdt, Rabun, Mazzei, Erickson, Keeton and Rausch. RaGusa, Martin, Devries, Kaplan, Renfro, Czypryzs, Morrissey, Hartpence, Colbert, Collier, Roth, Proia and Ward. They came to America. Shining through immigrant tears, Lady Liberty’s freedom torch beaconed the way to portals of hope. Beyond ... the future’s...

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Forced by angry Esau to leave home Jacob had no choice, so he ran To his mother's brother in Haran The sun set quickly that afternoon So Jacob set twelve stones by his head And lay down to sleep, the ground as his bed In the morn, twelve stones had turned into one Momentarily perplexed and...

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It is a free country as long as you have money. ha! ha!...

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It’s not just bricks and mortar Nor a distant memory But the ground roots of our livelihood And our future destiny. As this place prepares to close When the final bell will sound To mark the end of education On these few acres of ground So as the winds of change Whistle down St Andrews Street Time to...

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"50 Words for Poe: cor unum" "cor unum" cor ad cor loquitur confessio crescente luce de profundis lux vitae lux et lux in tenebris lucet de nobis fabula narratur fons vitae caritas lux vitae lux (LadyLabyrinth/2019) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8k9f88gEbE et super omnia ad te ipso sit tru et deo ...

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It’s time, by now, we did away with nations. I tell you, hand on heart beneath the flag, This jingo jag has now become a drag. Those puerile patriotic palpitations had meaning only when we lived in tribes. Today our people mix and mingle freely – so can’t we now dispense with Horace Greeley, and wetbacks, wops and wogs, and all those...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's a daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a smile may hide what lies behind and mark...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's a daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a smile may hide what lies behind but mark...

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Youa tells me a story over the hot hibachi: How she went to Laos To see her lucky sisters For the first time in two decades, Since the country has loosened up enough To let tourists like us in. “Isn’t it beautiful?” she asks me, Then says she gave her sister Mayli $50 To help her family. When Youa returned to the Twin Cities, She...

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E Pluribis and Unum Haiku Pluribus Unum Did look lost without the E So what should we do? Henry Mancini Drove a long Lamborghini Both made sweet music. Did you see docile? Guy who was an apostle Sleeping on the job. Let the bed bugs bite And will stay up through the night Trying to get tight. Oh dear and oh no Gifts were lost in Atlanta And found by...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's a daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a smile may hide what lies behind but mark...

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...inspired by 'To The President-Elect' by Joseph Brodsky You've reached the pinnacle of fame where double-speak's the daily game, so many words, so little meaning, popinjay, so skilled at preening. Posing for a photo-op your perfect hair a puissant crop, your perfect smile, a frozen glare which fools the foolish everywhere. Demagoguery designed to derogate the keener mind, a bush will hide what lies behind and mark...

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