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National Poetry Month Day 21

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My poem is featured today!!!


Sweet Persephone
Like Persephone,   I wait for Spring,     to burst. Can one exchange   one’s cloth, or clay heart rewind to,       once was get a do over flower, or stop falling.
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Art of the Week Day 4 "Green Room" http://www.nlapw.org/2014/04/04/art-of-the-week-and-day-4-of-national-poetry-month/

Starting with Right

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“Start with what is right, rather than what is acceptable.”~Franz Kafka
Starting with Right
It was the right door spinning in the wrong direction right to help wrong to take advantage right to give wrong to take too much right to love wrong to give up everything right to take a risk wrong to die for a craving right to live in peace wrong to take a hostage it was the right sacrifice the wrong life.





Easter with Family

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Easter with Family
We are gathered here this weekend,  to gorge on the solid chocolate Easter Bunny.  Let the jelly bellies roll and not overtake the spiral Ham, a stout fellow who did not receive a pardon from the president. Let us bow our heads, to the Lady Godiva chocolate raspberry bar at Macys and pray that the weather be sunny and warm but not too warm lest the peanut butter and chocolate eggs melt inside our Spring designer handbags. Let us run not walk over the Mid-Hudson Bridge to Poughkeepsie to catch the latest sale at TJMax because their Fashionista bathing suits come in eye catching tummy control. AND because shopping in this family is not a trial, it is a weekly event and available on easy pay from QVC. So pack your wet naps and save your coupons because the sale isn't over until after the Fit lady sings, Jesus comes back, OR whatever! Get a clue, people! Ready girls, can I get an Amen and a bunny hop across the floor from the hungry eaters who have already inhaled t…

Dismissing Insults

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“Re-examine all that you have been told. Dismiss that which insults your soul.”~Walt Whitman
Dismissing Insults
That would be karmic if the soul could reexamine all that it’s been told could dismiss insults walk around as if the world couldn't touch it the crux of the matter is the soul is not insult-free nor does it wear a ball gown. On most days it has to pay the toll before it can get out of jail, travel to exotic places before it is free to move around the Monopoly board accumulate properties build wealth behold beauty, wrap its arms around it, draw it near It would get frostbite here in New York have to develop a tougher skin build a bigger closet to store all its stuff especially now since the earth is warming The soul would need galoshes in every color of the rainbow for the mad, wet, frigid Spring days here, for when its ego is insulted. The long days when the puddles deepen to small lakes, reflecting back on the crooked branch in its family tree a snarled thorny Kiawe, l…

The End As We Know It

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Hark, for the end times are upon us most will sleep through it right up to the part where we can no longer fill up the tank and drive to WalMart, or anywhere. The 30% off coupon at Kohl’s will expire right along with our lifestyle causing our evil twins to rise like the Zombies that they are instinctual, without a conscience, profanely walking the earth unable to find simple antibiotics or aspirin back to fire without matches Cigarettes, obesity and GMO’s won’t kill us but the seniors living in tunnels and caves after electricity, searching for a triple A battery, might.
And if any survive within three generations they may revert back to wearing animal skins and wielding stone knives their incisors will lengthen and their focus will be singular; their new communal directive will be to
track down the Mormon pantry and something called a can opener.