I Want to Be in a Comic Book From the flashing pages of my youth, I have wanted to be in a comic book. I designed my suit, considered my powers and weapons. I imagined a damsel in distress. Even thought of my perfect lair. On my swing set, I would consider this universe of my making. I set about […]
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Remnants The once proud avenues of vaunted shops now are deserted. Only the ghosts of employees past haunt the cobwebbed stores, all that remains of the departed unable to get other jobs, abandoned by their masters, unable to adapt to changing circumstances, conditioned to servitude, unfit for opportunities limited to the few capable of functioning in the Information Age.
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The Drifting-Bys I am the boy you almost lost to a stretch of long black distance found luckily, by love stronger, than time and space and procrastination & now in that love I drown I float, drift, swim and drown again for it is as a honey puddle deep, an ocean of pink passion please leave me here for […]
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The cruelty of mankind is to be blind to innocence. When the streets run red, some awaken to the pain, but others stay cold, hard. The beauty of humanity is strangled by hands fumbling with knowledge, minds refusing to open, and some see while others stay blind, ignorant. The streets behind me are covered with the dead, innocence caught in […]
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A RESTFUL MIND (By Joseph Cavera) After so many days Of laying one’s hands to work One searches the many ways That duties can be skipped and shirked At these particular times When the inside of one’s eyelids Holds the more alluring of charms Than the world around We find ourselves searching At distant grounds For a […]
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INDUSTRIAL ZONE (By Joseph Cavera) Eight pieces click in consistent fashion, The body, none the wiser No freedom to smash in The function of the creation Which eases and tenses, Drops and rises, Its next move? There are no surprises The command decides its day And its life, without guises A narrow existence awaits In the curious factory, for […]
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Missing Feeding of the Birds (V3) By Michael Lee Johnson Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows. Skinny naked bones sparrows these doves beneath my balcony window, lie lifeless without tweet no melody lost their sounds. These few survivors huddle […]
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HOTAND COLD Perhaps 100million years To rise from naught, then disappear Above the Hot Spot in the Earth That to Hawaiian Chain gave birth. The oldest now perhaps just stumps, Once mountains proud, now merely bumps Long passed from magma cauldron where They first broke through the surface there. The youngest rise majestically For miles above […]
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VEXED OF KIN You pick your friends, but not your kin. Once stork descends with you, you’re in Whatever group that Fate selects, Who’ll mold you to what they expect. To some degree, your genes decide What you will be, who you’re inside. But those you’re with through early years Upon your pith their likeness sear. […]
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INTER ARMA SILENT LEGES* (Based on the movie “The Conspirator,” about the trial and execution of Mary Surratt, one of the convicted conspirators of the Lincoln assassination) “In war, the law falls silent,” As Cicero first said, For when the times are violent Emotions trump the head. No “habeas” of “corpus” Or “sparing of the rod” Can […]
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