Category: poem
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Jenny: Challenge Poem #21
Jen, I’ve left you. this note – goodbye, adieuif you need a friend, don’t bother to callI left your number on the wall, wiped itfrom my mind, my heart, my phone and all Jen, you have too much love for just one manas you’ve proved again and again – what cana man do but give…
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challenge poem #20
No harbor for delusions,I have only a fly-by-night operationwhere all such things pass through dmpitchford 12/10/23
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Challenge Poem #19
Too much the peacemakershe says this in snide toneas though it were an abominationshe aims for triggersI no longer hostand so I see the truthdenied all these yearssorry, mum, you don’t get tohurt me any moreeven witches can’t come backfrom cremation. dmpitchford 12/10/23
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Challenge Poem #18
seventeen black birds sitting on lamp postsseven on this side and seven on thatand three down this side next to the four-lanegazing all this direction bold as blue sky hooked necks craning, marking them buzzardsnot ravens, never saying ‘nevermore’and Hitchcock in the passenger seat nodsappreciation, those birds are not his birdsand Kentucky sure ain’t Kansas,…
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Poem 16
Words: something from nothingDan calls this Cognitive Alchemythis combination of disparate threadsinto articulations of verse such miracle of nature, thissystem of symbols from gray matterto black on white – ink on pagepage to book – book to library poets are alchemistscreating gold in crucibles of thoughtmining the heart of self and societyfor lead and tin…
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Poem 15
Uphill from here, she says. Unintimidated by aught,I climb Parnassus though I stumble betimesthough stones bruise my bonesand storms wash me cold and dampdown weathered heightsundaunted I stride
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Poem 14
I am thinking of time-blindness today:it’s a talent I use at work to while awayhours as my hands do what it is wetrained them: plugging this and that connectorone car per minute or thereabouts – me,I’m a million miles distant as my handsdance their intricate dances, conjectureand narrative and hasty judgement landsmy mind here there…
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Challenge Poem 13
there’s a gene in me wants to hibernateit is not the dog’s cancer-cough todaythat makes me want to stay abed, though thatdoes weigh my heart with utter gravity –it is the dropping temperature and dampof this Kentucky winter day. cold frontmoving in with wind and rain and tonightforecasted for a hard freeze. I’m secondshift, so…
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challenge poem 12
sometimes there’s a yearning. often. sometimesthe need hits too strong to submerge – you musthave a companion for your present debauch:morality does not figure in. Nojudgement -that is, condemnation, anyway –can touch the drunken, dancing sufi self.you dance and sing and no word is profane;you sing your song and dance life’s dance – profoundand sacred…
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