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Best Poems Written by Orphani ..........O

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Winter (Do Not Forget Among the Loss of Flowers) Me

winter
do not forget among the loss of flowers
me
beneath your death of snow

do not forget that bird of sun
the trees gave down there bending branches
to light the grass where love made little flowers

do not forget my love
the lights most fragile gift the sky
bowed low to give a blushing praise
to the joyful dance of star and moon

do not forget the nesting hope of spring
the freed sparrow of your fingers
the silence more deep then words

remember me in the summerless field
the slender moment bereft of rain
before life and you became

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A Childs Letters

when all is a tangle of alphabet
voiceless, unwound and looming
what bits of sky shall we replace
falling into place like forgotten speech
puzzles of the mind

the deepest fragments of blue
cannot be numbered or spoken
they have no number or symbol
but themselves alone
as I am alone approaching
as a stranger approaches
the song too lovely for the dance

and though I as air should speak
passing between your lips
to digest the sun your eyes have given
with the mathematics of stars
I am measureless within you
as time before the heartbeat of clocks
I am a word alone without paper
misspelled
a child's letters on scattered blocks
laid bare and inert
formless as a scribble

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The Sit of Silence

poets exercise #1:
go into a room that has some signifigence for you. sit at one corner with a timer set on 15min
sit quietly and still, empty your mind of all thoughts this is your birth.consider all your senses 
one by one.close your eyes for a minute- become part of the room .have no expectations
slowly look around the room- dont think- feel with all your senses. turn each object in to an 
emotion, and feeling- obsorb it listen with your heart- what are you feeling?what do these 
objects smell like -how do they feel- how do they occupy there space.remove your self till 
you can see you sitting accross from you do you like what you see.YOU are the center of all 
your poetry so you better like what you 
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Justice

As you drove out the Cherokee the Chicaaasaw the Choctaw the muscogee- creek and 
Seminole, 
so Iwill drive you out.
"I am the lord your God who brought you out of Egypt;
I will Make you Live in tents again,
as in the days of your appointed feasts
I spoke to the profits,
gave them many visions 
and told parables through them.
you have awakend a smoldering anger
and i am ageinst you; will you steal from the poor
and do it in my name
will you take the bread of the needy
and trample my laws in the dust 
you have awakended my smoldering anger and your time of judgement is drawing near you.

God says: I am against you who steal in my name :
private airplanes ,and boats , a motercycle sent by an anonymous supporter.Vacations in 
Hawaii,and cruises in Alaska..desiginer handbags, a ring of emeralds and diamonds 
" 
God knows where the money is....preached mrs Copeland"

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Little Tomato

little tomato
Last of the dying season

I love you most of all
In the absence of
Your fat brothers and 
Blushing sisters 

Though they were exalted  
IN the suns decadent reasoning
They are gone 

Lttle tomato 
I love your hope 
Clinging alone to the grey black
Final branches of a mothers love

I love your distorted imperfection
Never being and 
Never tasting
You were never to be mine

You hold alone 
In the too chill of nights frost 

In the tall cold of New England
The young are fed the dying rat
and the great owl 
disturbs the silence

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Treatise...

hellow fellow travelers,
i come to you from a far place in a small boat that i carved out of a tree from my fathers 
land that he planted before i was born-
so i am here
and with me is a bag of pearls
hard won from the depths of the sea --these i have counted and polished and they are mine
but to those who can recieve them i offer them freely. i have given many only to see them 
trampled by the proud and arragent. i am humble thowas a prince in my land.so know this i 
will trample the arragent and proud yet share my bread with those who are humble 
and they will call me friend as i will call them
so i invite you all-- let us be friends
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Good-By Michael

they gave you a face that lied
the beautiful good-by to the innocence
of children.
lost to the massed screaming frenzy of that lying 
god of gold,
you became a puppet of their money machines.
never knowing yourself.
lost in the frenzy of feeding sharks,
ripping out pieces of your life to fill their
bleeding mouths.
you disappeared forever,
a lonely little boy wanting only love.
then they dragged you even out of the grave
to make a few more bucks.
good-by Michael
i wish i could have held you.
for just being a little boy
and not a god.

This is a draft Not a poem yet

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Anger

Anger 
Slits the dark throat
Of day
Light bleeds
Into morning windows
Begging bones through the dirty glass
street traffic
 
Seeking even the garbage can lids Essent dislocation

Hiding shadows beneath a shining disinfectant
A woman’s body washes off
The draining water of filth
college money


Pristine illuminated office 
100 floors up the skyline heaven
christian – Dior rich fag
Still sits on a toilet
Manhattan above the plumbing fixtures



The precise silence sleepless clocks  
cold calculation ,relentless
In it’s gathering mouth
The  wheat  priced out from the walled street
Up again shit


Tattoo shell game of law – clean shirt tie covered
Rateing  interests
mobility at the speed of foreclosure
Rattling  bars till Bills liqueur store opens
And ties me another bag of endings

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Isaiah 41:17-20

The poor and needy search for water,
but there is none;
their tongues are partched with thirst
but I the Lord will answer them;
I, the God of Isreal, will not forsake them.
I will make rivers flow on barren heights,
and springs within the valleys,
Iwill turn the desert in to pools of water,
and the parched ground into springs.
I will put in the desert
the cedar and the acacia, the myrtle and the olive.
I will set pines in the wasteland,
the fir and the cypress togeather,
so the people may see and know,
may consider and understand
that the hand of the Lord has done this,
and the Holy one of Isreal has created it.