Tag: poetry
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Rhetoric and the Reeducated by Jacob Slifka
Listen, learn, to lean and leer, then lie and lie through lips. Follow, feel, philosophize, “Now fight! Now fight! Not free!” Censure, stain, to slander, steal, You stretch and stretch yourself. Consigned, wings clipped, condemned you’re conned, And conned by creed till culled. So to you, worshiper of Deino, Enyo and Pemphredo, choose to use…
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Catolescence, Six-Word Sentences, and Strategic Ambiguity by Ela Rossmiller
Catolescence The kittenish curling of pawsIs replaced by howls.Pet me! Pet me! Feed me!And not that Fancy Feast crap! No more pouncing on stupid toysor cuddling.That’s for kittens. But she is not yet a cat.She cannot kill a mouse to earn her keep.She has no clue how to raise a litter.That tomcat is bad news.…
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A River, The Veil, Trapped, and The Hunter by Trisha Grove
A River A river runs through it, But where does it lead? It flows steady and strong, And moves with speed. With purpose and poise, It flows along. Destination unknown, But not knowing is not wrong. A river runs through it, But where does it go? Follow the water, And then you will know. The…
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Raspberry Bush by Hannah Clark
I am not a fruit ripe for the pickingI am not made simply to be preserved in a jar I am a living, breathing organismI grow, I dieI can hurt, I can learn I do not exist for any other purpose thanthe simple pleasure of feelingthe sun on my faceÂ
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They by Connor Bowers
They use their race  To always set the pace  They use their power  To try and devour  Those who are louder  They use history  To try and claim victory   They use their status  To sit inside a palace  They use their gender  To end her  And often become offenders  They use their wealth  To hurt someone else   They use who they are  …
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Oenophiles by Michael Cornelius
Her lips are a Lambrusco—sweet, tart, and cheap.Mine, a vihno verde—a little crisp, a little green, a little chapped. We may be lesser wines,but oh, how we effervesce.
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Mrs. Fothergill’s Tips for Storing New Potatoes, circa 1874 by Michael Cornelius
A clamp is a must (or so Mrs. Fothergill says).Choose level ground with nominal exposure.Dig a small pit (if you have no gardener, you may need to do this yourself)four feet in diameter.Lay down straw, and then—this next bit is essential—fluff it sedulously (or so Mrs. Fothergill insists).Place the new potatoes on top of the…
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Summer Love by Elizabeth Theriault
Embraced by the newfound humidity,Feverish gusts lick fine wisps of hair.Infernal flames not soothedBy plump raindrops caressing the surface.A once unadorned earth becomes freckledWith tender tears shed from the skies above.The summer storm bids its final farewell,A seemingly-immortal season gone long alas.
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A Finding of Firsts by Kaitlynn Gordy
A first glanceBlue meeting grayStuck in a tranceAsking you to stay Fingers brushedA name falling from lipsCheeks flushedA heart beat skips Hands slightly fidgetPicking up a napkin and penExchanging ten digitsA promise to meet again This poem is about two people meeting for the first time and hitting it off. They subtly connect with each…
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Passage by Michael Bloom Ford
Standing still in the archway betweenthe yellow room andthe gray room: The pasts hits mefrom behind likemalicious gusts of wind from the ocean They’re dead.I realize Breaking free from that briny wind is painfulit finds its way into scars and woundsbut I stand firm The dead can stay where they are.The livingare full of blissful…