Poems
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Sell our daughters into rapists’ beds Send our sons to die in foreign lands Blame the poor for their circumstance Dance in your masquerade While the Red Death marks your grave. Sell integrity for stock-holder shares Send dead children thoughts and prayers Blame immigrants for crimes that aren’t theirs But the writings over your heart.…
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The dragon’s breath was thick and cold, Echoing in the crags of its rocky lair With the sound of cowbells ringing somewhere far below. And a path so narrow and steep, It would be missed if not for the warning signs marking its way. Maybe it was a good thing we couldn’t see beyond the…
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I am not a poet. Does that mean I shouldn’t write? Are my words meaningless because they aren’t high art? I am not a philosopher. Does that mean I shouldn’t think? Are my thoughts meaningless if they aren’t soliloquy? I am not an academic. Does that mean I shouldn’t learn? Is my education meaningless because…
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I’ve become a political poet. If the last few months have been good for anything, it’s inspiration. I’ve been spitting out poems about current events on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis. While most of those rough drafts don’t see the light of day, I deemed several decent enough to share on TikTok and this blog.…
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Wake up in the morning, Pour a cup of coffee, Sip it while you calculate The price of your eggs. Return to office mandate, An 8-to-5 in corporate, Got to grin and bear it, You’ve got bills to pay. Work hard, show some muscle. Pick up a side-hustle. No rest for the wicked. No use…
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No savior No messiah No king of mine. No praising No praying No bowing to thine. I cannot, I should not, I will not resign My humanity for his glory. Your god-king is not my lord.
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I miss the ocean Though I fear the unknown deep, And I dislike the sand in my shoes And the salt on my chapped skin. Still, I miss the ocean The sea-scented breeze in my hair, The sound of rolling waves in my ears, And the tide lapping at my ankles. I miss the ocean.…
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I wish life was as soft as a bedtime story-Gentle tales about gentle lives. I wish the world was as simple as a fairytale,With clear distinctions between wrong and right. I wish that reality was as gentle as a lullabye,With the soothing notes soft as starlight. I wish you an eternity of peaceful dreamsThe sweet…
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I knew we didn’t have money, But I didn’t know we were poor- Until I ran out of fingers to count The number of pieces I returned. When we were playing a game, To check our privileged status And my hands were full of Empty air. A ledger of my societal debt.
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I believe that Persephone ate the apple, And Eve ate the pomegranate seeds. The cost of knowledge and power, Was the taste of red fruit on a woman’s lips. The Queen of Death and the Mother of Life: The renewal of Spring followed by the Fall- One in the same, their choices were made, and…
Bringing Mae Flowers 