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Late Poems
First, I just want to give a shoutout to my youngest, Mr. O, who graduated with an Associates Degree from City College yesterday before officially graduating his high school! I am so proud! Now, for late post of poetry that I usally push out from my 30/30 fb group: First settlers Came with a dream…
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30/30 Poetry 2023
It’s U.S National Poetry Month again. I will be adding the poetry here. #firstwordsoundslikean unintelligible sound softly screaming shy at first then boldand beaming into the light of his mother’s eyecatching the word before the cryhe cries “mama”then later down the years he falls under a kneefrom a man in a uniform as blue as…
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stardust
what does it mean to bestar dust a time remembered but goneexistence hanging on a thread of lightlike a ray from a red giantfleeting into the shadows of a cold white dwarf we all meet here in this crossroads of eternity a life we are all living and have lived and will live again in…
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Policy & Change
Every child is my child. Every child is our child. It takes a village to raise the world.So, what’s this all about? Unfortunately, it’s the same story over and over again. History repeats. We repost. Lack of leadership has not changed and Democracy as it is is failing the American people. As of this time…
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Death Song for Eggy
Eggy your body is rotting The flies are surrounding you Eggy your body is cold Under the ground Eggy I miss you like crazy but I know your death is true Maybe it would’ve been better you were never found Eggy my heart is exploding but i know that dead thing ain’t you Eggy I…
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The sweet lady who softly kissed my cheek
With every giftful greeting And parting full of love Has dearly departed Unto the realm Above those living Below the clouds Where we are earthbound Unlike her who has flown free From our embrace But not from our love The sweet lady who softly kissed my cheek With every giftful greeting And parting full of…
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The Vamps from Santa Monica Bay
They enter the bar. Paper stars hang from a ceiling among false flickering light. Each groove and step of a second’s beat is lost and swallowed by Dolby Stereo. The only female in the room tries to dance. Emphasis on tries, as she struts out, while off beat and breath, silly senseless steps. Her feet…
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Vast
Sometimes my dreams would come alive and swallow me whole. At those times I don’t know what to do with myself. Fear is overwhelming. Consciousness is overwhelming. Wakefulness is a nightmare. Such periods would take over when I am under a despicable amount of stress. Dreams are not always flowy and serene. They can be…