Category: Poet’s Corner

Poet’s Corner

 Your Story     You have entrusted me with your story, but I do not yet know how to tell it. The hero’s and villain are clear even the plot is readily defined; yet the magnitude of your experience has left me stupefied.   How can I do justice to what you have said? How…

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Foreign Lands In foreign lands the rules do not apply. Desire can overrule reason, and it is okay to fall in love for a moment, knowing that a week from now, his face will begin to fade from memory and soon there after your lips will no longer be able to utter his name though…

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Congratulations?     Why does your good news make me feel like crying?   I see the plethora of congratulations, and understand I must add mine to theirs; but somehow I do not feel you are happy, though you must be, right?   I keep remembering all of the endless dreams, you used to speak of,…

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Why Don’t We Care?   My question is real, and I need an answer, I do not understand why is it that we do not care; yet pretend that we do?   Are we really just looking for another bumper sticker, to attach to our car; one that will cause the person, sitting next to…

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Both a Wanderer and Wonderer     I am both a wanderer and a wonderer   I wonder if you are as well it seems that perhaps you too may have been dusted with the enchantment of being a wanderer and wonderer   I know being a wanderer and a wonderer can make life a…

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Truth I keep remembering How you stepped back Then drew closer Whispering in my ear You asked me what I wanted I respond Truth You told me I could have anything My answer did not change Truth You said my wish was your command I said only one thing Truth You stepped back again Then…

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His Love Song Driving down the busy street, entertained by my to do list, I flip the radio on, and for the first time, I hear his lyrics. I turn the radio up a bit, And close the windows, blocking any outside distraction; he has my undivided attention. His words sweep over me; I listen…

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A Lasting Love I am always quite enthralled when I see those couples, sitting on the beach or walking hand in hand with weathered faces, grayed hair, and perhaps a beat skipped, in their walk, who nevertheless seem enthralled in each other’s company. I stare intently, while trying to be discrete, when a chair is…

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May I wish you a Happy New Year? We may not be able any longer, to wish the total stranger a Merry Christmas; and well be confused about the appropriate greeting which accompanies Hanukkah, or know if Kwanza is still being celebrated, and if so by whom; but whether devout or devoid of any faith…