Poem – The Face of Death (By Mary Bone)
The Face of Death The doctor has seen the face of death on many occasions. He has seen scars and lacerations. His duty, his call the doctor has seen it all.
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The Face of Death The doctor has seen the face of death on many occasions. He has seen scars and lacerations. His duty, his call the doctor has seen it all.
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Hi-Tech Times In every hand an Iphone owner busy talking, texting, an innovative comfort allowing constant communication anytime, anywhere subject to interruption of cellular service, yet more and more prevalent facilitating contact, no matter what the content. Gary Beck/Ignition Point ‘Ignition Point’ is an unpublished poetry collection that looks at some of the struggles and tensions of our […]
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UNTIL… I welcome you on board As we take a voyage Through the fibers of time As you journey with me To the underlinnigs of my heart Where you lay adorned With diamond and brass I have been a wondering soul Going through roads unend I have seen many phantom dreams Dissolve into solid failures On a mountain high I […]
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AROUND STILL (By Joseph Cavera) Walks and treads with no look back, His world under him, simply ground, Unconcerned with what it may lack, It is more opportunities, Waiting to be found …lying in wait, Still around
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A Stationary Bicycle The doctor tells Phil and his wife he’s in pretty good health for a man his age but he needs to exercise. And Phil says he agrees and then goes on to explain his faith in recliner therapy. He sits in a recliner for hours, watches TV or reads the paper and wiggles his toes at least three […]
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The Silver Store The store with an appearance viewed as “full of dust” is brushed aside by the sign that says “Free of Rust.” Its products have been free of scratches and fingerprint smudges, which the lines of ants haven’t made. They are clean enough to act as mirrors and containers for the sun’s heat. These […]
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Salt and Pepper White privilege it’s called and recently I learned its name although I’ve been white as a sheet for decades. Like breathing and eating I take white privilege for granted. I push a cart through a megastore in bib overalls and no one follows me and when I hail a cab in a snow storm, it picks me up. My freckles may be a stop sign. Not so […]
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Tropical Garden In my mind I see a tropical garden with Palm Beach petals. The flowers are natural and colorful, reminding me of a rain forest in Brazil. There was a russet hue from the sun. This was truly a dream in paradise.
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Paint by Numbers arrange my face with a one two three and insert a color of your choice find a vision of me that satisfies you then rip it up if you wish. Author Bio: Angelica Fuse is an unquiet voice. Her work has featured on Poetry Potion and The Poet Community.
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The Widow Next Door Every Saturday when the sun is out and it’s hotter than Hades Monica next door raises her garage door early in the morning and leaves it up long past noon as if Herm will walk out at any minute oily and greasy needing to clean up the way he used to every Saturday […]
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