September 2011
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In honor of teaching poetry again...
I will share one of my recent ones. Started in 2007, I revisited and revised this one over the summer.
We are beige
We are the earthtone generation in a
Sea of vibrant color and the
Toys of our youth are a reflection of our desires
We have no wars to cling to for definition
We have no cause to bring our feet in step with those around us
We have no mission the importance of which exceeds all...
August 2011
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November 2010
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July 2010
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Microphone
The microphone matters.
The Microphone covered in caustic contradictions from spastic politicians, matters. The microphone drenched in diatribes from diabolic debaters, matters. The microphone covered in beer and spit and anger, pain, joy, and fear, matters. The microphone, matters.
Check, check, check-o-slo-vak-ia. Yu-go-sla-via. Mother Russia, soviet time bomb. The microphone matters.
One,...
June 2010
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Gift Poem
We are music makers
We are dreamers of dreams
We are somewhere in between
We are genius
We are madman
We tinker in the garages of our fathers with worn out screwdrivers
We build machines that will explode
We blot out the sun
We bring peace
We are borderline insomniacs
We are writing the next great novel
We are perceptive and bold
We cower at our own shadows
We see manifestations of...
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Found An Old Poetry Notebook...
A few short ones from it.
11/9/06
I tied the rain into a knot And Hung it around my neck. With a restraining weight Light and real, Stopping my body from flight While my soul soared Above the ground Carried by the wind From the mouth of a goddess. Breathing into life The world of her Heart’s sadness. The material of hurt Personified in the bones Of the earth Catching joy...
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This always makes me smile.
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“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions,...”
– Oscar Wilde
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WatchFireworks show after the All Star game at Parkview Field this week.
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