Category: Poet’s Corner

Poet’s Corner

I Am Not Apologizing Anymore I am done apologizing for who I am Yes It is true That I am sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable But I am not apologizing anymore We have chosen different paths What matters to you and me is not the same I am at peace with the difference…

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I Stand and Applaud You   I stand and applaud you.   Rarely do words, my most constant and faithful companions fail me but at the moment, I am at a loss.   So, I stand and applaud you.   To endure injustice is never easy, to survive it marks you worthy of praise but…

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A Good Life You are right I know you do not hear that often enough to please you but this time you are right chocolate cream pie in Missoula on the 4th of July is no small thing nor is the Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway or a flyover of military jets as we…

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Outside Looking In I stand on the outside and look in it is a choice I made years ago though I am no longer certain why I did not think it would last a lifetime but it has I have lived my life like an ambivalent college freshman who keeps taking primer courses checking off…

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Daddy and Dino   I have nothing to say, except that I really like the picture. I am not sure why. No, I know it is him, but also, I kind of wish I were her. He reminds me of him. He always did. I miss him I miss what we had I miss what…

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Recess       I am not entirely certain that at the moment anyone has anything to say at least not something worth stopping to listening to thus I have turned the volume down on the world at large muted all the senseless clatter in favor of moving forward instead of standing still I do…

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My Words and I   Sometimes, my words and I stand alone. Never really meaning to be a part of anything or anyone – I am not an us, a we or them and my words are neither poetry, nor prose or verse. We simply are – we exist for ourselves, alone, unencumbered by society…

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God’s World By Edna St. Vincent Millay   “O world, I cannot hold thee close enough! Thy winds, they wide gray skies! Thy mists, that roll and rise! They woods, this autumn day, that ache and sag And all but cry with color! That gaunt crag To crush! To life the lean of that black…

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I Am Always Wrong   I do not seem to have a single thought instead I feel bombarded by a thousand words and ideas all crashing into one another circling around my mind as if driven by their own will instead of mine I am too old to continue to believe in happy endings or…

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What Happens If What happens if I fall into your eyes? What if, for just a second, I forget who we are and simply let go? What if there are no tomorrows to prepare for, and no plans to think about? What happens if I fall into your arms? What if I forget to think…