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Auden Marrin Poem
For whom do you cry little wren?
You spread your wings
All on your own.
Your siblings perished.
Do you know?
Do you sing for me,
And me alone?
I wish I could be you little wren
Been where you’ve been,
Be a small unassuming friend
I want to fly higher than the sky.
Singed wings on our sun’s rays.
Or closer to the coast.
Sinking deep,
Beneath the waves.
I sit here.
Alone in agony
No more freedom
Than gentle Persephone
Listening to your rasping voice
Breaking the silence of this dawn
Never ending obnoxious noise
For whom do you cry little wren?
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July 23, 2020
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Staring in the cracked reflector
She feels a powerful sense
To make amends, to apologize
And to commit recompense
Struggling to find the words
And spew her apologies far
Her troubles are hardly over
There’s nothing to apologize for
They tell her and tell her and tell her again
But believing is half of the cure
She’s not a bad person, she hasn’t sinned
Of that everyone is sure
But to take it to heart
And believe it for real
They know that it’s hard
And they simply feel
That the effort and work
And empathy
Impossible to do
Through the apathy
But maybe in days
Or weeks or years
She’ll see through the fog
And finally hear
The truth that’s been
In front of her nose
She might be unsure
But the people know
People are people
Rarely good or bad
And she’s a good friend
People wish they had
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7/27/2020
Muse Poetry Contest
Regina McIntosh
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Outwardly I love the outdoors
Internally I hold resentment
I hate the loneliness
Despise the isolation
Loathe the alienation
From the rest of humanity
There is no escape
As one is incapable of flight
15 minutes to the nearest business
And 15 more to public transport
I mutter to myself
As I wander this overgrown weed
That some refer to
as a garden
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I hate the loneliness and the isolation
Loathe the separation and alienation
I have so many words, some quite profane
I might be a humanitarian but this is inhumane
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If you could read my thoughts,
I'd sound like an emo teen
But with a better grasp
of the English language
Despite the tiredness within
I remind myself
That I can't be finished
My responsibility
Is no less diminished
To those I love and they who love me
I swore an oath.
To them, to myself, to the sky.
To keep moving
To keep on keeping
To keep breathing
To stop spiraling
To keep trying
To keep going
Without dying
To love life
To deal with its strife
To remember
The little ember I carry
That makes me empowered.
But the ups and never stop
My emotions are mere drops
In the endless sea of apathy
And maybe if I try to be
Miserable at all times
They might finally cease
In the love they have for me
Freeing me of my duty
Relieving me of this responsibility
And i carry this thought around
It's hard to kill a dream
I think of them
One
Last
Time.
Yet I know inside this cannot be fine.
Despairing as I might be
Their love has not left yet
And it relentlessly haunts me.
So with shaking hands,
Bloodshot eyes and dripping nose
All the while shivering,
To myself I propose
That I keep on going
To remain strong
All the while knowing
Its time to seek
The help I need so desperately
Steeling myself to do this alone.
Dialing the number on the phone
Crying as I talk,
I apologize for taking their time
Ask if they might please come
To find me
All the while they assure
I was right to call 911
And staring out this locked window now
I debate with myself on the topic of how
It got to this… point.
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The feathered antennae lightly graze my nose
I crinkle my features
Wrinkles appearing
Where there had been none previously.
Withholding a sneeze,
I gently cup
the moon white, night bug.
Opening the door,
I thrust him skyward
And lazily watch as he
gently
flaps
away.
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July 26, 2020
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I spent my day shopping for rubies
Luscious, juicy, a delight to eat
Little bits in a conglomerate
A sweet treat in the heat
I spent my day shopping for rubies
Luscious, juicy, a delight to eat
Little bits in a conglomerate
A sweet treat in the heat
Scouring the bushes for a bushel of berry
Tiny cuts weeping red
Plop, thwop, thwack into my bag
A collection by which I am fed
Little mantids crawling up my arm
Eating the endless ticks
Watching them devour the parasites
The red blood making me sick
Finally I have enough
I wash them and dry them in sun
Arrange them neatly on my plate
And devour them one by one
Little mantids crawling up my arm
Eating the endless ticks
Watching them devour the parasites
The red blood making me sick
Finally I have enough
I wash them and dry them in sun
Arrange them neatly on my plate
And devour them one by one
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July 26, 2020
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At what point is it fair
To wallow in a bit of doubt?
Against so much optimism
That I’m about to call out.
For if you say to I
“It's coming, for I know you,
Your situation’s on an up.”
You’ll know what I can do
And of your words, you say
I find it muchly trying
Your words, so stupid, causing pain.
Stop talking to I, lying.
And I think if you don’t stop
Things will obviously start going south
And if you do not shut it,
You’ll find a punch to your mouth.
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Lipogram Poem Poetry Contest
Emile Pinet
July 26, 2020
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The green walls
Dulled with age.
Food, paint, and dirt
Completely ingrained
It’s been so long.
These rooms and the hall
Why go upstairs?
I’ve seen it all.
Go out the front door.
The air fresh and clean
Nothing here though
Is a sight unseen.
2 decades of this
20 years passed
A wall-less prison
The worst kind of trapped
Impossible wishes
What to do? Where to go?
I’m less likely to leave
Than a river without flow.
And with that I sit.
On this grassy knoll.
Subjecting myself
To 20 more still.
7/25/2020
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Staring in the cracked reflector
She feels a powerful sense
To make amends, to apologize
And to commit recompense
Struggling to find the words
And spew her apologies far
Her troubles are hardly over
There’s nothing to apologize for
They tell her and tell her and tell her again
But believing is half of the cure
She’s not a bad person, she hasn’t sinned
Of that everyone is sure
But to take it to heart
And believe it for real
They know that it’s hard
And they simply feel
That the effort and work
And empathy
Impossible to do
through the apathy
But maybe in days
Or weeks or years
She’ll see through the fog
And finally hear
The truth that’s been
In front of her nose
She might be unsure
But the people know
People are people
Rarely good or bad
And she’s a good friend
People wish they had
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