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Call it Progress
The people built the wall
With their hands in their pockets
Brick by brick
Lifted over heads bowed low
Then they tore it down
Hands bleeding
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Gold in a Famine
Icy feathers
Biting frost
Snow stained red
With years we lost
Freezing blankets of winter snow
Gnawing hunger
Kings brought low
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"History"
Watch the fire through wavy glass
See the shadows
Bury the past
Gaze upon distorted flames
Glowing embers
Burning names
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Tips on Running America
Suppress women
Suppress people of color
Suppress the vote
Lie about it
Lie on TV
Lie to yourself
Lose
lie about that too
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a death worth living
people sleep
in beds
in graves
laid down by death's sweet glave
and when the songbird spreads its wings
some will wake when morning sings
but others still will slumber on
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cookie season is open
a gust of cold wind
leaves burnished by the new fall
time to bake cookies
Loves
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Ode to the Simply Whimsical and the Unnecessarily Dramatic
Ode to those that make life into gold
that bring us some sparkle as we grow old
Ode to the places, friends, and small things
to which credit's unequal to the joy that they bring
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If Only I Could Hug the Stars
If only I could hug
The stars;
Perhaps I could shatter them
And cup the shards
In my palms,
The cracks constellations
Aligning with my veins,
But that isn’t close enough
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Sunset
Walking through the college greens
On a warm night
Some random song stuck in my headPlaying on repeat once again
Smelling the new flowers bloomingIn the garden near my favorite picnic table
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Haiku of the yak
Pride of bovine kind
Wanderer of the mountains
None could best a yak
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Falling
I’ve always loved
The feeling of falling
But being dragged down
Is different
Feeling unbalanced
Lost
Losing control
As life speeds by
Feeling helpless
