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Gardens Require Action Haikus 1. I will stand my ground I am a poet and serve words Pen and ink power 2. True gardens growing Involve activations of Our Hearts and Our Souls 3. Freedom means this wild Fury at times, further work Joys that gather us 4. Together prepared Helping disheartened humans Fleas against Read more
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FREEFORM SEPTEMBER Knocking at my door Stands freedom Waiting for me to open and Let myself out. All I have to do is to pack My hopes away in boxes full of Little painted fingernails With sparkles, half-licked Lollipops and warm wet Hugs in fluffy towels. Knock-knock. Knocking at my door Stands the truth That Read more
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SAY THEIR NAMES In the hush that follows, a ghetto looms, Tradition drips in echoes of pain, Lives butchered, hopes extinguished, The weight of a name, a heritage stained. Sacred oil flickers in the dark, Each spark a memory, a story half told, Voices celebrate light in the night, Defiance woven in threads of gold. Read more
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LANDAYS FOR AUGUST Spring Those first words, the first steps hinting At resignation. Babies growing… Summer Caps in the air, they soar like dreams,Mom’s smile shines bright, it went so fast, it seems. Autumn Boxes stacked high, a bittersweet chill,She whispers, “You’re ready,” as light wavers still. WinterAn ivory dance, love’s tender embrace,Mom lets go Read more
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LENAY FOR AUGUST Trying to eat my licorice slowly, Paying attention to the muscle-y Strength of flavor filing itself In my many taste buds, middle shelf I’m alone usually in my adoration Of the salt, sugar and spices shunned Honestly, more for me, and I Don’t even mind if black Dyes My tongue and sticks Read more
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Cinquain #18 Love is My work, but lately I have felt a challenge in My trust in this work. Maybe I am Supposed to… Report only On the facts and Sort through the files of honesty, Or perceptions like a detective searching for reasons I suffer Physically in This world. How can I trust love Read more
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Your skin is brown sugar In melted butter with sprinkles of cinnamon and edible gold. I want to Mingle with your senses. Your lips are the Soft brown hills of healthy Earth waiting for natural Floods to burst open Seeds of life Your eyes are deep Dark caves of wisdom Calling me spelunking into Fires Read more
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