Category: poetry
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Summer Contest Info
American First Magazine is launching its first round of annual summer writing contests. Starting in June, conservative writers can compete for prizes in the poetry, nonfiction, and fiction category. Each month will highlight a different writing art. June=Poetry July=Nonfiction August=Fiction…
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Raise the Bar by Lawrence Woll
Raise the bar but not too farWe’ve only just begunWant to learn but have concernWe want to have our funDon’t complicate, we’ll hesitateAnd never learn a thingReach for a star that’s too farCan’t get the golden ring.They work to change…
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Bleed Red, White And Blue by Lawrence Woll
They want to change the countryFor folks like me and youThey think that they know betterWith all the things they doOpen borders, “sanctuary”–Just a few of their tricksTeaching Kids they can be trans…Man they are really sick.Now the crazy liberalsWant…
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Balance by Helga Kidder
Wind strikes the chimesnext to the patio door, wakensthe birds for breakfast as cloudsgrey the sky. Snow forecast.My mind wavers between natureand the hum of the heat pump.Leaves huddle against the brick walland liriope shrivel in the cold.Another tornado rushing…
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TLC by Helga Kidder
Goldfinch, wren, bluebird dashto the feeder, glut themselveswith seeds. They store their bellieswith food this snowy morning,flakes covering their grazing ground.I relax inside with pen and paper,inviting the muse to strikeher magic wand and burn the pagewith words. So far…
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Publishing into the Golden Age
Yesterday’s second inauguration of President Trump brings a lot of hope to America First patriots. While the corporate mainstream will cry and play their broken record claims, The People know better. We here at American First Magazine are bracing for…
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With His Breath by Chris Wood
Trees hold memories,history cut down, shaved smooth,and the pulp mashed into parchment.Words from storiesingrain the wood,and runes permeate leaves that flutter syllables into songas they scatter the earthand cultivate the soil with our ashes, our bodies.But God did it better.He…
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Bull’s-Eye by Chris Wood
Swallows sway the power lines, chirp and chatter as sunset descends, shading a meadow that triangles and dips low between tree lines. Honeysuckle curves a clearing, perfumes the shooting range as I load my magazine and study targets clothes-pinned along…
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True Love by Paul Clayton
Blown on hot winds of amour,clouds of ancient swollen spore,find the holes, then wiggle in,lusting for the prize, they swim.Then penetrate the slipp’ry wound,something sticky sprouting soon. Meanwhile two civilizederectile apes,unconscious of the tiny rapes,think, “wonder of wonders, I’ve fallen…
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War Not in Anger by Paul Clayton
Oh, hear ye allthis tale of woe,‘bout jolly men,ne’er laid low.Mighty men of oldwho ruled with humor,somewhere southof the land of Sumer.On a plain of dust,where blood ne’er ran,lived the mighty menof Wimpistan.‘War should not hurt,’said their jolly king,a Wimp…
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