Tag: poetry

In Search of Rare Earths

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In Search of Rare Earths

On the madness of certain rulers in their search for rare earths at gunpoint.

the cause of personal big bang conserved in a malformed dome

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the cause of personal big bang conserved in a malformed dome

the cause of personal big bang conserved in a malformed dome
my head is reduced to a snow globe

Noon Day Demon

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Noon Day Demon

After is repeated because this is repeated over and over again in the US and elsewhere. Human life does not account for much. Sad but true.

My so called life

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My so called life

A description of how my daily fight through this life feels.

Return to My Asheville

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Return to My Asheville

Jeremy moved to Asheville less than 3 weeks before hurricane Helene hit. 9 months later, he leaves. In this poem he returns, 40 years later.

What Is Life?

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What Is Life?

I exist on earth after my birth, and I am constantly doing something to keep my life going; if I don’t, then it is no longer worth existing.

Silent Letters

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Silent Letters

A short diatribe against the English language.

Living out of a Van

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Living out of a Van

Inspired by a van that is parked in a parking lot I have seen in different sections of my state and it intrigued me to write this poem.

Permission, slip

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Permission, slip

Leaving for winter break in Florida and seeing the environment there – though beautiful – was facing the same environmental devastation.

everything closes in

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everything closes in

Examining the proliferation of information that separates us from the fundamentals of the time and space we occupy.

Wallflowers Get Together

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Wallflowers Get Together

The other guy had more tanks, more rifles.
And every flex of his muscle, cock of his head

Mongolian Ear Worm

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Mongolian Ear Worm

This is about a girl you can’t get out of your head. Captivated by her beauty and intrigue, you slowly lose your mind obsessing over her.

Love Isn’t And Is

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Love Isn’t And Is

A high fever in bed,
love goes a little bit mad.

The pen and the brush are all I have

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The pen and the brush are all I have

An exploration of the artist’s dilemma – the guilt and necessity of creating beauty amidst unimaginable global suffering and strife.

Start Stop (There Once Were No Flowers)

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Start Stop (There Once Were No Flowers)

A reflection on the need for understanding, mercy and discovery in all things involving other people. There is no final, or last, Stop.

Buried Prehistory

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Buried Prehistory

I found a dinosaur buried under a boulder in the hills near the Ohio River. I wondered what he saw from his trapped perch.

Enforcerage

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Enforcerage

Enforcerage is a poignant and evocative exploration of the struggle for justice and freedom across Africa.