Poetry For The Real World

Monday, June 26, 2006

Mary’s Debut She fluttered into the world quietly, then lit softly in the cradle of her mother’s arms and warmed herself in the glow of her father’s awe-struck gaze. Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, January 16, 2006

I wrote this poem last year in honor of MLK ...

What will he bring, Mrs. King? "Valor!” She replied, when asked in May. “Curiosity!” when asked in June. “Art!” when asked in July. “Hope!” when asked in August. “Definitely, a Twist!” when asked September. “Music!” when asked in October. “Poetry!” when asked in November. “Medicine!!” when asked in... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, December 26, 2005

Christmas Tsunami - a repost from one year ago

Prevail! Triumph! Don’t let the sea quake close Faith’s embrasure. Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, December 3, 2005

Paradise Warm sleep Warm awakening Warm reunion And later, a note from you in my lunchbox. Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, December 1, 2005

Oysters (A Repost) Secondary pe arl! Salty ocean tastes divine! Open, slurp, swallow; it’s a communion with sea, and man, and infinity! Sign in to see full entry.

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Tuesday, November 15, 2005

Remembering the November Fireplace The temperature is finally dropping. Your void is a cool shadow - a waning ray of memory, l ukewarm with the passing of time. Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, November 11, 2005

This poem is for my mother, an extraordinary woman, whose spirit is always with me. An incredibly good sport, she traveled the world with my father, and later with me, loving the adventure and taking care of both of us. This particular day, we were making our way home to our little Middle Eastern... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, August 6, 2005

A Private Screening of Scene Two at the Local Saturday Restaurant

Tom Scott missed a birthday and died a little. He’ll remember it next time, thanks to her farewell kiss. What pure soul will wake Tom’s pulse this evening, and erase that purple stain? A stranger who speaks the language of forget-me-nots in a field of daisies; a girl who never knows what time it is,... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, August 5, 2005

Jon the Middle School Drum Teacher

You’re my favorite anomaly- Calm in the midst of cacophony- Thunder despite the monotony- In each child, a potential symphony! Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, August 3, 2005

Self Actualization

Oz revealed at last: Turns out it’s me after all! Sign in to see full entry.

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