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add Verse: January 2011
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Friday, January 7, 2011. The man who stood beside me. 34 years ago this night fell. On to the concrete, oily floor. Of Detroit Transmission, and we. Stepped carefully over him until. He wakened and went back to his press. It was Friday night, and the others. Told me that every Friday he drank. And took another s...
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add Verse: June 2008
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Tuesday, June 24, 2008. Three-With the Moon and His Shadow. Three-With the Moon and His Shadow. With a jar of wine I sit by the flowering trees. I drink alone, and where are my friends? Ah, the moon above looks down on me;. I call and lift my cup to his brightness. And see, there goes my shadow before me. And is...
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add Verse: A Vast Confusion
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Tuesday, October 4, 2011. Long long I lay in the sands. Sounds of trains in the surf. In subways of the sea. And an even greater undersound. Of a vast confusion in the universe. A rumbling and a roaring. As of some enormous creature turning. Under sea and earth. A billion sotto voices murmuring. Back to the first.
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add Verse: September 2008
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Monday, September 29, 2008. For if dreams die. Life is like a broken-winged bird. Hold fast to dreams. For when dreams go. Life is a barren field. Links to this post. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A simple fool in a complex world. View my complete profile.
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add Verse: Everyone On the Corner
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Wednesday, November 30, 2011. Everyone On the Corner. By William S. Tribel (Repressionist Poet). In the digest form. Of or with, as opposed to. A tangible act in kind. In the digest form. For and to the meek and massed. In the digest form. By as from those that say so. All and every in union. Right until the end.
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add Verse: The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Saturday, November 15, 2008. The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner. The Death of the Ball Turret Gunner. From my mother's sleep I fell into the State,. And I hunched in its belly till my wet fur froze. Six miles from earth, loosed from its dream of life,. I woke to black flak and the nightmare fighters.
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add Verse: Into Dust
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Wednesday, November 30, 2011. By Repressionist poet Tina Twito. These temporal things will crumble into dust. These fickle moments skewered across the years. Be wary, child, of where you put your trust. You do not notice love disguising lust. You seek the kiss you crave beneath the leers. Everyone On the Corner.
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add Verse: May 2008
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Wednesday, May 7, 2008. Porch Swing in September. Porch Swing in September. The porch swing hangs fixed in a morning sun. That bleaches its gray slats, its flowered cushion. Whose flowers have faded, like those of summer,. And a small brown spider has hung out her web. On a line between porch post and chain.
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add Verse: Dawn
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Saturday, March 7, 2015. By Federico Garcia Lorca. Dawn in New York has. Four columns of mire. And a hurricane of black pigeons. Splashing in the putrid water. Dawn in New York groans. On enormous fire escapes. Searching between the angles. For spikenards of drafted anguish. Sometimes the furious swarming coins.
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add Verse: Sweet Will
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This site was created to compile some of my favorite poems as a means of studying and discussing the works. add Verse welcomes any comments or reactions to the poems and their subsequent authors. Friday, January 7, 2011. The man who stood beside me. 34 years ago this night fell. On to the concrete, oily floor. Of Detroit Transmission, and we. Stepped carefully over him until. He wakened and went back to his press. It was Friday night, and the others. Told me that every Friday he drank. And took another s...
