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Wednesday, November 22, 2006. Some of them only for weeks,. And years, enough so. I thought the whole world. And then when they left. What more can I say? For more poems about relationship, click on the links to the right. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing.
Poems that deal with inner turmoil. Sometimes poetry is a good form of therapy. These poems came out of an attempt to heal by facing inner demons. Poems that focus on Psychological stuff. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing. What I Learned One Day in Hell.
Wednesday, April 11, 2007. But then felt it move. This poem appeared in my graduate thesis, 1988. Poems that focus on Psychological stuff. Poetry Immersion Classes with Joan Dobbie. Some Thoughts and How to on Poetry Writing.
Saturday, April 7, 2007. You have sired my children. I hold you on my lap. Nurse you at my breast. I love you, lose you. And find you, but can never. Quite sew you into my life. On bright sunny days you smile. In the dark of my chest. But come night you turn hard. You are ransacking my house. I run from my bed.
Saturday, December 2, 2006. HOW I MADE A FRIEND. Hey Monkey Man, Prince man, King of the Castle. Bicycle Rider, Scaler of Trees. Be my friend, please, if you will. Teach me to ride with you, climb with you. Teach me to sway with the breeze. Show me the secrets of Pumpkinland Heaven. Map me the path of her moon. Pray that she shines on me soon. Silly man, Monkey Man, rider of rapids.
After dreaming what I dream. I wake to my world. Outside my window the sparrows and starlings. Inside my mind is my daughter. Dawn who lives with her boyfriend. She is sick with an ear infection. It is too early to call or bring. I would like to bring her mint tea. My Andy and friends are sleeping. All over the living-room floor. All of them have been playing.
Friday, January 5, 2007. It happens i turn on cold. And the spray as it tickels my toes. Or waking on a hot night. And reaching for some body. This too Y E E S S S. And the grins on our faces.
Wednesday, November 22, 2006. LOVE AFFAIR WITH A VAMPIRE. I met a man in the daytime. I fell in love like the kids do. Then the sweet sun set gray. And the dusk crept in. And the air chilled at the end of the day. His fangs grew and blood drooled. And his smile went away. I had faith like the kids do though the birds were still. I loved him even as he drained my heart. And now each night with a sober grin. He feasts upon my soul.
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The Dog Died on a Daily Basis. The Dog Died on a Daily Basis. One day it died. Then the next day it died again. On the days that it didnt die. Those were the days left for mourning. But there wasnt much time left for mourning. There was always a new death. After a while the baby started dying as well. It became a daily occurrence. Dog death and baby death. Then came the leaving of lovers. They came just to leave. They left you and then the next day. They left you again. It was a kind of daily .CONTENT
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Friday, January 5, 2007. It happens i turn on cold. And the spray as it tickels my toes. Or waking on a hot night. And reaching for some body. This too Y E E S S S. And the grins on our faces.
A Poem to a girl named Jessica. Friday, February 4, 2011. In the womb all babies. We begin by counting their fingers. Now imagine a child born with limbs. That do not work and will not grow. She has neither fingers nor toes. Telling the mother about the virtues. Being that she is still so young. Yet the mother wavers because.
Sunday, November 26, 2006. Of Andy started in May. Delicious, fat, golden sun. Day after day, I lay with my new. Baby son, my chubby, pink, naked. Beautiful peeper, under that sun. Not to trust, while my just as. Naked, just as beautiful, impishly. Adorable daughter, my Dawn,. Played Barbie, or waded, or. Was almost as naked as they.
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