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Where Have They Gone, poem 2A Poem by daninstockholmThese two poems are a new re-write of a poem I posted earlier. They are about my recollections of the impact of the war in Vietnam and it's impact on.. |
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Where Have They Gone, poem 1A Poem by daninstockholmThese two poems are a new re-write of a poem I posted earlier. They are about my recollections of the impact of the war in Vietnam and it's impact on .. |
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Loss.....Alla Helgons Dag, All Saints Day, a poem..A Poem by daninstockholmThis piece was inspired by our yearly trek to Skogskyrkogården, (or Forest Cemetery) outside of Stockholm, where my wife’s parents and.. |
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I See My Father SleepingA Poem by daninstockholmI see my father sleepingThe only peace he knows is sleepShould we wake him?I see him sleepingAnd recall my youthful dreams of himAll dreams, I suppose.. |
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Dreams In Times Of War, A Poem For The Children Of..A Poem by daninstockholmHis dreams used to be quiet things Meaning he slept through them No special memory of what transpired But he was young What did he dream of at 4 o.. |
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I Was Your GypsyA Poem by daninstockholma poem after Mr. Leonard Cohen, mentioning a place or two in Portland, Oregon, my hometown. an adult theater and the Columbia River |
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I Will See NothingA Poem by daninstockholmI will see nothing But the children of peace Their hair spread against the wind Like the wings of angelsI will hear nothing From the tombs of your dea.. |
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It’s a small gift, thisA Poem by daninstockholma poem for my lovely wife |
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My Love Keeps Moonbeams In Her PocketA Poem by daninstockholmto my lovely wife |
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He Writes His Sorrows In A ListA Poem by daninstockholmHe writes his sorrows in a listOne word at a timeA monosyllabic memorial To his painAccounting for every momentEvery person who walked awayEvery mista.. |
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