Remember Us

“Remember Us” Like pictures on a screen in seconds, lost or blips upon a monitor turn long old memories are flown with deadly cost: as quarks may separate eternal song. The picture caught though words may flutter by though hole is in my net and so I sigh. A set of words surround my broken…

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Echoes on Easter Island

  “Echoes on Easter Island” The silence as the clouds go rushing by *across the treeless island’s bare terrain where statues, mute, sit quiet in their clime to worship, chant yet no one hears their claim. Signs of their age show in their surface scowl as muscles strain to move their burden forth. Men grunt…

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“Pandora’s Box”

Pandora’s box will wait upon death’s call that comes from Charlotte’s violence.  All ears hear rising tumult over statue, tall. And there rides Robert Lee. His horse he steers. Old statesman, warrior of Civil War; his sword , no longer at the charge or flies. Yet fought he for the South;  felt duty for; now…

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The Blue Grass Trailer Park

The Blue Grass Trailer Park The Blue Grass Trailer Park. A crowded court where sis and I grew up; played in the sand. Where summers were a hopscotch and cavort while list’ning to the sound of Dorsey’s band. Our home a cosy space for count of five. A closet kitchen with three rooms beside. A…

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Sonnet for Shylah

Sonnet for Shylah While Shylah rocks, cocooned within her sleep what dreams are viewed inside her tiny head? With all her world of warmth she snuggles, deep, how near or far from heaven is her bed?  What are such flights for dreamy baby girl? She wanders far in whirls of silken trees. She floats ‘oer…

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A Dose of Castor Oil”

A Dose of Castor Oil A dose of castor oil was once the trick our fathers often said we must imbibe. Then gagging does embrace the mucous thick as down it goes so foulness may not thrive. A stuttering, red evil here is strewn as AR Fifteens shatter all the love. We need an antidote…

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The Garden

The Garden Imagine all the love our lives enclose  if placed within walled garden’s memory. There gently falls the rain where grows the rose as droplets tremble in the wind and flee. A wondrous world with rain-bowed colors blown ‘neath places in the sun where true things grow. So be our rose whose petals now…

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