“Mother Eclipse”

Mother Eclipse The morning doves now pause their cooing, grand! The infant’s little lids close heavily. All nature yawns at fading of their land while green has turned to black too instantly! How must our father’s fore us felt when torn: their brightest sun is sprinkled on black leaves. Like little half-moons dance about the…

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What Price, Greed?

Collectibles may grow a certain breed: an acre valued less than seed that’s sown? Each bulb now has a name and so, his seed but options taken stead of tulip owned. The futures market needs an early bloom. Morality is lost on rainy days yet ministers may preach as buyers swoon: “Eternity’s rewards: value delayed!”…

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“For Lily, age 15, on her Birthday”

Photo: Jacqueline Casey So beautiful the flowers of the field; so tranquil in a world that does not spin. So grateful as they face the morning light. They decorate that happy place they’re in. May Lily, best of all, attired and bright; her smile the better part of all her threads; may she_ her mother’s…

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“Men in Orange Jumpsuits”

  She wanted the attention and the wealth. Bold disrespect she shows Memorial Day for Christians dressed in orange to their death; be-headings all the rage is Griffin’s way. I weep for Man whose lost all sense of shame I shudder for her stupid, bloody hands I feel the filth just mentioning her name A…

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The Manchester Massacre

We’ll freeze; obliterate his hatred with a keg of sharper, longer nails? Save the rose, instead,  before she falls. Freeze that place where he inbreeds. Encapsulate his cousins, conjugal. This fruit fly seeks the closest mate to seed. Degenerate, cares not where useless fate is spread. But history has told before there’s no Valhalla for…

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“A One-Sided Conversation”

So, love me now before that day will come when both will mourn my last day in the sun; before that twilight leaves us little voice; before that silence muffles every choice. So, greet me now with kindness ‘fore my fall accept our hours together precious few with no resentment for each time I call…

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