Category: Poetry
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Christmas in July
I like Christmas in July French toast at midnight Ice water in wintertime Beethoven on Soul Train
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A Raisin in the Sun
Frustrated of late, I thought of Lorraine Hansberry’s play and then of Langston Hughes poem, Harlem: Harlem BY LANGSTON HUGHES What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like…
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Would You Buy My Poetry?
I’ve published my book of poetry, A Modicum of Peace. Here is the third excerpt from it, but if you buy the book, you can have all twenty-four entries of work in a handsome, black paperback volume, shipped handily to your home by Amazon… Here is a link to purchase the book Lend me a…
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Reblogged: Springtide
Originally posted on yaskhan: Turquoise sky drools into endless vista as Fragrant yellow blooms charm in the cowslip Bees and butterflies trail scented fuchsiaAn indulgent breeze tumbles as sheep graze, snip In rolling meadows filled with amber gorse Golden sunbeams reflect fine feathers on courseHummingbirds feast on woodbine honeysuckle As realms of spring unfold to…
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A Modicum of Peace…
A boy goes missing in Erie Rocky beach Sweltering air Hazy skies Family went there Only one time Bemoaning the heat But marveling at the lake Something caught our attention A crowd gathered Then chatter talking Then a low hush A young boy was missing Within the crush Alert and aloud Dazed and concerned We…
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A Modicum of Peace
Walking through the park Street noises and warm sun Feeling blessed knowing that Despite life’s difficulties There’s a modicum of peace And that means a lot to me. Later in the day The game is on TV I’m reading in the kitchen The sky is brushed for action It’s good to be alive Don’t rock…
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