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Best Poems Written by Maggi Crawmer

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4-Lines

Every year, sans celebratory birthday hat
She acknowledges the years past.
She sees her family on the other side of the grated glass.
And waves at them with manacled wrists.

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Feeding Ignorance

On hillsides
far from city streets
black and white masses bound
Backs warmed by sun’s rays
Feasts of glorious
green grasses
Crystal clear barrels quench thirst
Aged bodies heaved with care
Post life parings

Thick scarlet sludge
siphoned through cement holes
Walls echo
screams of heavy hanging bodies
separated kin
Buzzing hums
rip wriggling flesh
and spill life
from their fattened bellies.

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Through the Field, Into My Heart

The clouds mirror in her eyes, shivers cascade through myself.
Lilies of the Valley cling to her hair, so golden.
Such beauty incomparable to everything Man itself has witnessed.
Watching this joy radiate from her, impenetrable to the imperfect, I am thus complete.
Her gapped smile. Her hands. Feet. 
Little nose and ears.
And as I listen ever so intently, I wonder if Heaven could be so great as hearing her laughter, her voice yelling, 
“Daddy, run faster.”

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Goodnight Kisses

There is a monster under my bed
with its big, bulging eyes it snarls at me
until I withdraw my head from the side of the bed
and pull the covers up over myself.

There is a monster in my closet
with its wet, frothing mouth it hisses at me
until I shut the doors so I can see it no more
and tuck myself back in to bed.

There is a monster outside my room
with his beer in his hand he approaches me
until he is done and he believes he has won
and I cry myself back to sleep.

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Soundless

On the darkest night of early winter
The wind beat at my back
Whipped at my hair
And threw me to the ground.
It howled along to the screeching of the ravens’ calls.

Eyes of bright yellow glowed from behind dying trees
Covered in a dusting of freshly fallen snow
Still falling.
The tracks behind me, disappearing.

The moon above revealed itself under dark clouds
Briefly lighting the holes between the trees
And lighting my way.

Copper burned my tongue
From chapped lips .
The harsh wind made its way into my throat 
Turning tongue to sandpaper.

The moon fat and round
Now hides behind wispy clouds
Teasing the world
Teasing me with its light and its absence.

Fingers, red and numb
Are stuffed deep into pockets 
Cheeks are raw
Wind, lashing into my eye sockets
Is blinding.

My pace, however, does not slow
And I hum a childhood song that tickles my chapped lips
To pass the time.

The ravens’ caws draw to an end
As the eyes behind the trees gently close 
My frozen fingers still encased at my sides
My wind-burned flesh still red and raw
Full moon peeks its head out from inside the clouds
My watery eyes, freezing, shut softly
Lips no longer make a sound.

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So Peaceful

Yes, so peaceful

	how her heavy eyelids slowly meet

		and their long lashes flick across the light skin of her cheeks

it is pleasing to watch her supple, blue lips 

		shine wet and part after our last, sensual kiss 

	With her body limp, she is dragged to rest under the silky canopy

		above cerulean covers delicately wrapped over her frail, exposed body

	I climb into bed with her one final time		
	
		and I let her seduce me with the sweet scent of surrendering.