Morning clouds quickly
Overcame the
Flame at the edge of the world.
The gray day is a
bellows igniting a
Flowery inferno.
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Category: Free Verse Poem
December 30
A Ministry Concert at the old Electric Factory in Philadelphia
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Colorful lights
dot the small spaces
left where the instruments
of strings and percussion
and voice did not fill.
These colorful orbs
the only refuge for
lightness and brightness
for two hours
in a reverberating
urban cave.
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Photo by CJF
November 28
Contumelious
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An archaic term
Old-fashioned, antiquated
Yet we witness living examples daily
On television, on radio
In big white houses and small suburban homes
Perhaps not obsolete but modern
Perhaps not irrelevant but relevant
Perhaps not anachronistic but timely
We need a new way to describe daily horror
Why not use an outmoded term
Describing modern behavior perfectly?
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(A Free Verse Poem)
May 17
Connotation
(Inspired by Pensive or Thoughtful Mood a 1939 sculpture by Stella Elkins Tyler)
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Rubenesque a negative
Willowy a positive
Zaftig to avoid
Slender to attain
Chubby a dislike
Skinny a desire
Stout to loathe
Svelte to long
Why do these words dictate decisions and self-worth
When they say nothing about inner beauty and character?
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(A Decastitch Poem)
March 15 (Throwback)
Urban Education
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Black and white standing on the corner
I’m waiting for the traffic to stop
He rushes in way against the light
I’m still waiting for the traffic to stop.
Street-smart, city-wise he is on his way
I’m still waiting for the traffic to stop.
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(A Throwback Poem)
(A Free verse poem)
February 12
January 12
Life is Sweet
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Why do you let your dreams
Settle at the bottom of your life
Under the weight of the day to day
Like an unstirred blob of honey
At the bottom of a warm mug of tea
Not sweetening the drink
Not making a difference
Resulting in something less enjoyable
Than it could be?
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(A free verse poem)
January 1
Interlaced
Our lives now entwined like our hands
Different but similar, Forever connected
Showing signs of lives lived and years past
Entangled in creating the future
Natural, strong, gentle and tough
Able to accomplish anything separately
Able to accomplish magic together.
(A free verse poem)
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