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  1. #81
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    If you liked the poem, "To the Chosen One", you might like to see and hear the young poet, Goethe, in love, by clicking on - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rh12UDNNM2g

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    Hacked last night and released today -

    Reunion

    As the popular girl walks among us with the microphone,
    most of our stories are about loss,
    or include exquisitely precise
    medical and pharmaceutical details,
    as if the words could suture the wounds, or save us even one last breath.
    I came to dance with the Puerto Rican women
    of my class of 1967, and to remember a few pals lost in the war,
    who had been so beautiful, you were happy just to look upon them,
    and one more boy
    lost to his own drunken wildness
    under a moon who doesn't remember us.
    It's not a going back we long for, but a staying still
    for one incomparable moment, all the lost loves' faces
    spinning in the mirrored ball.

    - Bruce Weigl.

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    If you liked the poem, "Reunion", you might like to see and hear the poet, Bruce Weigl, by clicking on - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I76K2H1vPPs

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    Sent by anonymous and posted today -

    No One's in a Hurry

    The box elder bugs are on
    both sides

    of the glass. They appear to
    be walking

    across the sky. The window
    is warm

    and full of sunlight.
    Crawling silhouettes,

    tender antennae. No one's in
    a hurry.

    Two Japanese beetles, round
    and curious,

    appear out of nowhere . . .

    - Michael Judge.

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    Stolen last night and fenced today -

    Critical Mass

    Lifted their bikes up-
    side down above
    their thousand
    heads and
    cheered
    locked the grid
    blocked the inter-
    section shut
    the whole East
    Village down
    cars jammed
    against that
    stopped moment
    that break in
    time's flow
    nothing moving
    nowhere
    to go unless
    inward until
    the helicopter's
    searchlight shook
    the air and cops
    billyclubbed
    a couple kids
    to set example
    hauled off
    a truckload of
    others forced
    apart the forces
    that swirled
    together there—
    but what I still see
    are the wheels
    held upward
    spoked with light
    freed from
    the pavement
    spinning into sky.

    - John Brehm.

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    If you liked the poem, "Critical Mass", you might like to see the poet, John Brehm, by clicking on - http://johnbrehm.net/

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    Fell off the back of a truck last night and published today -

    The End of the War Gave Us

    The end of the war gave us
    light in the roots of trees.
    We passed each other a handwheel
    and rocks appeared in rows

    with our heads above water
    under pitch and starpalm.
    The dead splintered like ghosts.
    We passed each other and held hands

    pulled light from the roots of trees.
    The rocks appeared in rows
    under starpalm and pitch.
    The end of the war gave us

    light in the roots of trees.
    We walked down a road at night
    and the roots of trees splintered
    into highwater and held hands.

    The dead splintered like ghosts.
    We dove into highwater and rocks
    carried a handwheel to cut down trees
    and divided the earth into rows.

    The end of the war gave us
    light in the roots of trees
    under pitch and starpalm.
    We carried the dead to rows

    passed each other a starwheel
    pulled light from the roots of trees
    and divided the earth into rows.
    The end of the war gave us

    light in the roots of trees
    under starpalm and pitch.
    We carried the dead to rows
    passed each other and held hands.

    The rocks appeared in rows
    under pitch and starpalm.
    We passed each other
    carried a handwheel to cut down trees.

    We divided the earth into rows
    pulled light from the roots of trees
    passed each other a handwheel
    under starpalm and pitch.

    They threw wood into starpalm
    and carried a handwheel
    dove into highwater for their lives
    and rocks appeared in rows.

    The end of the war gave us
    light in the roots of trees.
    We passed each other and held hands
    with the dead who splintered like ghosts.

    - Charles Fort.

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    If you liked the poem, "The End of the War Gave Us", you might like to see the poet, Charles Fort, by clicking on - http://www.charlesfortpoet.com/

    Or if you would like to see a performance of one of Charles Fort's poems, you may click on - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fb79MZuVjWk

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    Filched last night for you today -

    The Peninsula

    And when autumn finally arrived, I drove
    to the southernmost point of Maryland—
    strip of land like an outstretched arm
    holding a lighthouse in its palm, tower's

    base weathered by surge, half ocean,
    half Potomac. And when sundown came

    and the tourists had gone, I walked the jetty,
    as we too had walked, plotting from rock
    to rock, until we reached the crest, then rested,
    our bodies towering over granite.

    From boat or car, we could've been
    any two people watching the bay

    merge with something greater: blue-brown
    river joining the sea, orange canker
    festering in the leaves and brush behind us.
    And when your words returned, I found

    a few yards from shore, the place
    soldiers built a hospital to house the Rebel

    wounded. Pointing to a stack of planks
    you traced the moat and mapped the perimeter,
    though "no sane man" would swim to war,
    but wait it out for his body to heal, or

    the tide to turn, so he too might
    return home, worn as a field

    torn open by rain—which is really
    the earth being broken, or the sound we make
    breaking each other in silence,
    something turning the air—a coldness

    neither can explain but senses
    massing gradually toward us.

    - Shara Lessley.

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    Here is a picture of the poet Shara Lessley - http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NoTj3trmsO...ra_Lessley.jpg

    And if you liked the poem, "The Peninsula", you might like to befriend the poet, Shara Lessly, by clicking on - http://www.facebook.com/?sk=welcome#...p?id=652272329

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