Something takes a part of me when I see you Old, almost forgotten demons haunt me And I see that you are not alone But you never see me when
Tag: poetry
Iraq is in the prayers of the world, while America is burned and shot down. The untouchables sell their Indian goods to Katie and Jocelyn. Communicating across cultures Bush-isms preach
Tick, tock; the echo of the clock the chiming, rhyming repetitiously against the hour it’s white elegant face, round and smooth, yet, counting away life’s pleasures steadfastly. The clock reminds
You funny ole world. Are you dying or are you just being born? In Paris, the African women are walking boxes of crayons. Their clothes so vivid and beautiful –
I feel excited as I start to float I want the whole world to look at me to see that I can fly Free to go wherever the wind guides
My words come alive at night. Sometimes they blossom like a nascent flower, sometimes they scurry through my head like a frenzy of ants. curious lines so different from one
A lion sleeps and twitches. A mystery book’s chapters unfurl From an ocean of blue-green And form knee high grass, blowing Through the breeze. Can the lion catch Prey after
You believe that life is long, then you die you believe that after you die, your body sits in the ground But the living are ephemeral and their time is
They look at him His face covered by a dark veil Incomprehensive They analyze him Why is he hiding? What has he done? They look at him His face covered
Leave Maine or you’ll come to an end Join Boston for a delay Jennifer Lopez sang songs to be Puerto Rican in the Bronx Well, ruminate over the dollar bills