Easter Poem

by Fashqn4/20/14

He walked a cold dark hill that day…He knew He had to give
His heart, His life, His blood, His all ..so you and I could live More » • (1002 views)

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Ur-Men

by Anniel   4/17/14

Of late the faded photograph, grainy and old,
intrudes upon my mind
and sears my sleep: More » • (1085 views)

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Pieces of a Life

by Fashqn4/4/14

Pieces of my life are here …I look around and see

An aging faded photograph of who I used to be More » • (870 views)

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The Succession of the Hairy Men

by Robert Graves (from I, Claudius)   1934

A hundred years of the Punic Curse
And Rome will be slave to a hairy man,
A hairy man that is scant of hair,
Every man’s woman and each woman’s man. More » • (6449 views)

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In God We Trust

by Fashqn3/2/14

Pressures all around the globe; darkness not only at night
Principalities and powers prepare for what looks like a long, ugly fight More » • (1246 views)

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Written after the Aurora Colorado shooting

by Fashqn3/2/14

The sound of a gun

We cower in fear More » • (1059 views)

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Enough

by Deana Chadwell

Stand in a field long enough
and the ripple-plowed
earth will fold around you.
Stare at the night sky long enough More » • (1129 views)

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A Haunting

by Deana Chadwell

A gold and garnet button – a scabbard boss,
Interlocked dragons tangled round a swordless hilt,
A pair of pyramids, intricate in gold and red,
A golden stud inlaid with onyx, garnet and ivory, More » • (730 views)

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My Place

by Deana Chadwell

My place in the family of things is
minute – a periwinkle shell,
a baby spider emerging from the silken sac,
just one needle in a forest of giant firs. More » • (707 views)

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Villanelle on the Opening of School

by Deana Chadwell    August 2008

(Prompted by Unequal Parts of Nostalgia, Relief, Guilt, and Admiration)

Today is the day of the sameness of faces
The day we begin to find out who they are —
By summer they’ll vanish leaving no traces More » • (1598 views)

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Thanatopsis

by William Cullen Bryant   1821

To him who in the love of nature holds
Communion with her visible forms, she speaks
A various language; for his gayer hours
She has a voice of gladness, and a smile More » • (1209 views)

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Bean Jack and Seven Princesses

by Deana Chadwell    1/24/14

Disney
didn’t tell the whole truth;
the seven princesses may not
have lived so happily
after all. More » • (909 views)

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