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In Memory of Heather Heyer

I saw the morning, And it sang a song Of hope, In the sweet voice of wild birds. It smiled, With the golden face of the sun. It said, With t..

Tiny lanterns lit, Nebulae of mid-summer, Fireflies at dusk.

Writing poetry Is much like going fishing Cast a line to see.

Slipping into sleep, Dreams are a one-woman show, I act while I watch.

Write a poem of morn, Birds singing the words as I Transcribe them with joy.

Outward From the Core Of the spirit-egg, Silver strings of light Emanate. An explosion of tensile Tendril threads Burst forth From the center..

Arguments for rhyming May be valid and correct, But in my mind the need to rhyme Is a pain right in my - neck.. No, wait, I did not mean to be ..

If Jonathan Swift were here today, What would he say? Well, Swift would look at our crowded school rooms With students so deprived, And propose m..

I dream, Wrapped in a red and black plaid Cocoon, Lulled by soft rain pattering On a tin roof. Above me, Bare beams Of weathered pine Form a..