All of Me – a poem

by Brooks Harrelson All of Me All of my soul wants you, What part of me can I show you? My lover wants to hold and care for you, warm you in the cold nights, and grey spaces, wrap you in protective blankets of love against the howl of change and the grief of loss until the Spring blossoms in your soul, and filling, lights your smile and your eyes. And, I want to be held so by you. My friendly, savage beast wants to romp and play with...

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Stones of My Fathers – a poem
Apr26

Stones of My Fathers – a poem

Stones of My Fathers Stones of my Fathers. Mud under foot. The Great Pyramids of Egypt and Mexico. Laid by your hands. I honor you. Stones of my Fathers. Cobbles under foot. America, Europe, the Middle East. Laid by your hands. I honor you. Stones of my Fathers. Marbled Cathedrals, Temples, and Mosques. Made by your hands. I honor you. Stones of my Fathers. Carved blocks. Michelangelo’s David. The Slave’s White House. Made...

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3-6-5 4-3-2-1 – Ignition
Dec05

3-6-5 4-3-2-1 – Ignition

by Mike Morrell My heart burned within me like a molotov cocktail Melting atrophied organs of sense and perception Third eyes blinking open from awakenings rude Iridescent night vision seeing sights long subdued. Tricksters, gods and monsters find themselves drawn in To boys kicking off the covers revealing themselves to be men Without apology. Things hidden share secrets by flickering flames Word-making devices now turning a page....

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So Far Within Reach – a Poem
Nov14

So Far Within Reach – a Poem

by Jeffrey Bates …a small boat sat on the rocks on the beach as he approached it felt just out of his reach the oars they lay inside half disclosed the old man in his chair dreamed a dream as he dozed. The stream from the mountain descended to the shore Where the boat had been dreaming of the man it knew before He approached and he saw the world without care, As he breathed in the sun, felt the crisp morning air. The old man, he...

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Loving Through My Shadow – a poem
Oct21

Loving Through My Shadow – a poem

by Les Gaines What is this shadow following me, damn? Just a lie of what I truly am. A mark from yesterday when some guy said I wasn’t good enough to play. That old stain has been like a stone locking away my heart in a catacomb. How can I live? How can I breath? With this mirage of limitation blinding my destiny. I pay the price to feel worthy. But still it’s clear that I’m not free. No, just a proxy of what I should be, offering a...

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I know trauma – a poem
Oct17

I know trauma – a poem

by Les Gaines As if asleep in a sea of denial, loathing my own shadow, my faithful friend with me along so many miles. I know the crippling fear of stepping beyond the front door; that hope for a better life was best left ignored. I know trauma. I know the doubt that comes when everybody wrong seems right, and everything right seems wrong; when every arm but mine looks strong. I know the helplessness of trying to feel like something,...

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