“Christmas is For Children”

Some children leave the nest too soon and fly. And so an arrow through the heart of fools. Kahlil has warned this mother’s heart the rule: “These people are not owned by you,” he sighs. Oh, let me hug you close just one more time before you close the door and take your leave. Beat…

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“Hemingway’s House”

“Hemingway’s House” When Sloppy Joe’s was moved to Duval Street the bar was never closed. With drink in hand old Hemingway and friends waltz to the beat; a Puerto Rico rum went with the band. His house on Whitehead Street, when viewed, demands to know just where he might be writing now. They say Pauline’s…

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The Hankering

“The Hankering” Then suddenly September rain comes down. The green peas whisper to the thirsty corn: “New seasons yearn before your silk turns brown. Some nameless hand will bend you one dark morn!” From Miller’s Pub, our hero drains his beer. His dream: to leave this red-clay country life. But not before the dinner bell…

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A Thinking of You Haiku…

Mulling it over, Mother wishes you many More-to-come  birthdays… (for Carol, August 28, 2016)

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Nice, France , 2016

Originally posted on jacquelinecaseypoetry.com:
Here are two edits of same poem. Which do you prefer and why?  I appreciate all responses, good or bad.  I prefer my latest edit because I spent more time on it.  The first trial may have more spontaneity.  The second pays more attention to each word.  Just my opinion.…

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Nice, France , 2016

  We cry for angels on each avenue. The Devil rides our streets and there are few may run so fast his evil to escape when aimed by an ideal so full of hate. There’s bloody death in Nice we all must share. When will we take up our ideals; defend the innocent so destiny’s…

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A Frosty Love

  It seems I’ve lost my way amidst your chill. Was only yesterday our love abloom but your intemperance a wanton spill of words as cold and listless as the tomb. I’ve wasted quite away from your cold draft. A sullen gray has settled on my head and you, your frozen pauses, seem quite daft. My…

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“Metamorphosis”

“Metamorphosis” She is spirit of the flower giving  leafy green to larva as she inches her way forward turns and pauses on her journey she  leaves mystery cocooned as she kisses shining silence giving embryo a bower raises ransom for her dower As she inches her way forward umbilical is left behind metamorphosis is stunning…

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