jacob erin-cilberto
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white robes cast in redA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertowhite robes cast in red Christ-like composure the man with the golden poetry book in hand, reading verse as bombs dec.. |
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Thirty-some years laterA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoThirty-some years latera close up,conversation in your eyesand lovewe have historyand geographyand maybe our own kind of religiona spiritual melding o.. |
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Things that are unfortunately happening on this si..A Story by jacob erin-cilbertoThere is no fiction here. There is overwhelming evidence of a scam. How could any person who calls himself or herself a poet intentionally take advant.. |
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Pedestal PeddlersA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoPedestal Peddlersblithering foolsorators galorein shop display windowsclose to the madding crowdselling wares of religious artifactsby distorting the .. |
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another Eagle poemA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoanother Eagle poem several hours tall the nightmare grows wings takes us to cloudy inception of terror we wake screaming.. |
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Humanity's BreechA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoHumanity's Breech I hear the keys playing silent snowdrifts slightly clicking like tap shoes at a dawn ballet in autum.. |
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Wordslinger (a slow draw)A Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoWordslinger (a slow draw) in the saloon stands a half-filled mug and a jammed typewriter on the street lies a man.. |
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all the ones that got awayA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoall the ones that got awaypuns ripple throughthe pond scum of the poemwhose stenchaccords besmirchesas the subjects run for coverwriters wresting good.. |
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the sound of woundsA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoinspired by Winston's "Fortunate One"--- |
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Vanilla AdvancesA Poem by jacob erin-cilbertoVanilla Advances root beer floats and pigtails tugged garnering frowns then smiles teasing glances from bar stools .. |