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Chris Con Poem
The sense of restriction dismisses all other senses.
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2021
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Chris Con Poem
“Who is more to be pitied, a writer bound and gagged by policemen or one living in perfect freedom who has nothing more to say?”
-Kurt Vonnegut
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2022
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march indecisive
morning frost to sun and rain
crocus hesitates
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2023
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Love: a sharing of spirit.
A splitting of image.
The content of thriving.
The end of ending.
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2022
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eye can't keep it still
the taste of ample moorings
anchors plunging thirsts
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2021
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We fancy men are individuals; so are pumpkins; but every pumpkin in the field, goes through every point of pumpkin history.”
—Ralph Emerson Waldo
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2022
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a bellith ringing
a siren screams in the wind
lilith pulls the string
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2021
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Ship shape
I wake
Sun rise
Rub eyes
Set sail
Kiss gale
Boat rides
King tides
Big bite
Fish fight
All day
We stay
Reel in
Blue Fin
Clear sky
Gulls cry
June day
My way
Sun set
Feet wet
Reach shore
Back sore
Now dine
White wine
Great times
Wind chimes
Night falls
Sleep calls
Star light
Good night.
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2022
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Living is a pleasure; Insanity, a privilege?
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After 2 years of recrimination and denunciation, where are the remains of the children buried at the Kamloops Indian Residential School?
Anyone?
Copyright © Chris Con | Year Posted 2022
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