Poem – Impact (By Gary Beck)
Impact Christmas time and stores are selling, selling, shoppers are buying, buying in desperate stampedes to get there first, get what they desire at any cost, regardless of effects on the deprived.
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Impact Christmas time and stores are selling, selling, shoppers are buying, buying in desperate stampedes to get there first, get what they desire at any cost, regardless of effects on the deprived.
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HIS GREAT DAY Turns out I was the great man after all. Otherwise, why the suits. Why the priest taking time out of his busy day to eulogize me. And look at those tears. To think I lived all of these unwept years figuring maybe some people were born without ducts. And they’re hugging each other. For me, the warring […]
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To The One Who Desires To Be Me what life is left in me to be desired? me, the wayward wing of a brawny bluebird that lost its grip on the tiptop of a fruit tree fell flat on the heart of a wretched rock where rains washed all traces of its milky memories far far away i live on […]
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rpm (rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis) scleras, snow white pupils, dilated. brain box, sparking incandescently. he asks the physician: ‘tell me doctor, what’s my malady?’ stares at his sloppy zig-zag manuscript and replies ‘rpm’. not comprehending, he utters, ‘excuse me?’, physician expatiates: ‘rhetorical paradoxi-metaphorisis, a rare cerebral disorder in which the forebrain “wordyfactures” weird grandiloquent and aesthetic phrases and clauses sub- consciously, using […]
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Crystal Blue The rain pounded the pavement as if it were furious over the lonely hearts that hid in their rooms with nobody to wipe away their tears or make them smile, but the rain did share their pain and splattered kisses upon windows of their homes to console them because the rain could see the love they hid […]
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Feral I bend in mourning bending to the loss of someone so familiar – your nurture-needing eyes and a temperament of molten lava whose tone was innocent and unrefined. I see you now in the doorway, flat and tensing but never moving, then at ease with me as a soft sigh overcomes you. Born in a tight spot […]
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Remember Me? We met a million steps back Before you started No? I’m the one that kept the little dead boys On legless unicorns from riding dreams The marionette who cut your strings So you could dance on your own The one you folded into […]
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IN WILLIAMSBURG In Williamsburg we learn How freedom ours was earned, At least for lucky born Of alabaster skin. Their independence claimed By declaration famed That Founding Fathers framed, Though was still had to win. But if from continent Of African descent, Whatever effort spent Was not for likes of you. Four score and seven years Still had to bear […]
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Journey (For My Father) I wish I could say that we are like any other father and daughter. I wish that I could say that we are the best of friends, but it took us a long time to get here. I wish I could say that I could tell you anything, everything, but you still would not understand. […]
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The Chibok Tale It’s a haunting tale that unites humanity As the Chibok zone of remote obscurity Crept into global consciousness in its adversity The day the puritan extremists sacked A Chibok school in phony military tact And snatched supple schoolgirls into Sambisa tract Its forewarned state had refused to act! The hypocritical combatants so dumb! Detest western […]
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