Tag: poet
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The President’s Peace by Todd French
It’s grueling (the wait and see) and we are hoping, walking onPins and needles like an Egyptian plover in the crocodile’sJaws, picking food from the teeth. Will it stand? For a day,An hour, minutes: what I know in spite of Scripture, is thatRight now, we are past the bare minimum of anthropoid andThe terrorists are…
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19 Minutes by Michael E. Theroux with Artwork by Pamela Theroux-Hanief
Image © Pamelia Theroux-Hanief, NY 2023“… Let’s see if the world is still there…” and our bedroom TV world-window complies with an image straight out of Hollywood: smoke, uniforms everywhere, something about a 747 …Six or seven channel switches later, same scene: a glass and steel pillar, billowing black smokeits twin standing so close by,…
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On Guard by Michael E. Theroux
This, this animalNot for polite companyOld dog good teethPet at your own riskThen count your fingersLikes it rawFeeds aloneEven in a crowdAlways on dutySeen too lateNot for the lapSleeps eyes openStrikes without soundGrowls more than barksBarks and means itBut thenRemember why we’re hereAnd ask yourselfWhy own a guard dogThat does not biteMichael offers that he…
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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 each little ruleGive them all broken toolsThey don’t even have a clueJust tell them what…
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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 it all up for grabs,They’ll destroy our families,Cut out good moms and dads.They’ve got the…
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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 the islandsand the East coast.The chimes continue their wild songas a herd of deer ambles…
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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 they hide in mymind’s alphabet. I need a hook to pulla chain of letters into…
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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 wrote His Wordon our hearts, engraved His Name on our souls, and infused His footprint…
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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 a metal frame. Lightning bugs flicker a Morse code, inviting mosquitos to come visit after…
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