Tag Archives: November PAD 2018

one more,with feeling

  … in december, the poems are …w   h   e   w ……………………..{and far between.}     .

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One More Time for the People in the Back

{a remix} The moon’s in a mood, (imagine her wild, midnight -maroon) shaky-swoon-spooned over sturdy skinned knees, driven breeze. This is her hour of burning hunger, quiet storm. She’s ivory sea, and I can’t quiet see her center. Praise these … Continue reading

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Feeling fractured, not quite full

(A praised day found) . Please forgive me for the song that loops around us now, this quiet separation from the ……….stars. We raise our tiny voices to the sky – doodler of dragons, an unsolvable equation of puberty and … Continue reading

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i can’t imagine her wild

{mood ring: forgiveness, and other disasters} i. midnight-maroon, for her darkest hour swoon, her great craving for protest and anti -hate, war. ii. gun metal gray for her weary worn heart and its shaky veins, brave un -broken beat. iii. … Continue reading

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She’s found herself in ink and sky

.. , and silent salt. The squawking cry of hungry gulls. The broken praise of trees. She’s on her knees in dark -est hour, bone-tired and waiting. Forgive her, Father (Son, and wholly long-loved ghost); at most, she’s brave. She’s … Continue reading

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Shaky Hands, Sturdy Chalk

.. When the words won’t flow, she smudges tiny poems.   .. In November, we poem.     

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small praise

we raise our tiny voices to the sky, for we know the Who even when we don’t know the why. ..     This one was from the 22nd. Just forgot to post it here.     

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I Can’t Ketchup

{Weighing the Pros&Con-diments} on poems. I must -ard(ently) ward off these fears and relish the thought of just inking away, come what may (oh) (naise.)     … I Can’t Erase These Words I have put them out into the … Continue reading

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Dance of the Dissident Refrain

.. This poem is carrying a sign – hell, no, we won’t go! and finding herself lost in the dark hours of the morning with a grumbling stomach and a busted volume switch. Which way is against the grain? She … Continue reading

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