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.Ram through the blockade, Past the guards And their erratic shells .Take your true self by the arm .Lead them through the wide breach In their smoke-filled cell .Set a timer .Let it tick .Slip away from the fire, Into the night Beyond the long jagged wound You’ll have carved In this vital escape
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1915. He saw the outlaw leering back at him; Snapshots of Jesse James In his every reflection Until the moment he was shot down, Interned in his youth On a scarred Belgian field 1944. He’d blaze his own path into glory With his brand-new Tommy gun His new moniker: Capone Until he bled away, Just…
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I remember The open plains Racing away From the passenger window How Texas rambled For ages and ages, Before we slowly simmered In Louisiana’s stewpot Past Mobile And her unmet embrace Through to Georgia’s faint screams Within the fires of autumn I recall the warp speed Of her heroic son The rush and the landing,…
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Paces from annihilation The air is sweeter, The world is brand new And shines bright in my eyes Paces from the cliffside, From midnight, I pause and I savor What I no longer fear and despise
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Desolation, Spills from the slopes Of a snow-capped peak, Beneath a slow-burning day The land is shedding, Leaving islands of thistle In an ocean of fire, Where deception lives To tear me asunder It is constantly Guiding me astray, Toward the wavy illusions that emerge From the charred dreams I carry
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Originally posted on Raja's Insight: Congratulations to the following contributors whom have been chosen for the literary publication Fire and Ice – An anthology of collaborations Fire and Ice Contributors: Sarah Lamar King Alfa Lyne Beringer WjWeigand D.B.Hall Jeffery Martin Tiffany Simone Dena Daigle Gocni Shindler William Wrigh, Jr. Don Beukes Elle McLin Sagar Singh Xavier…
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The bait, the hook, and the line Is always cast out In a tiresome search To snap away; Shimmering In the high-noon sun Sinking out of view, Inhaled by an ocean That foams with a hunger, Much greater than my own (Another class assignment)
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(This is a poem I wrote for a class assignment.) When I’m overrun with anxiousness I often drift to the east On the back of a Blues Rock wind Stalling. Within. Humidity’s embrace. My former self falls within the hive, In the cadence and flow Of downtown Atlanta The neon glow Of those lost summer…
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His words will all fall apart And scatter in the wind Before him; Before his craft Can meet its fatal swell
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The forest became a cluster of trees, Gradually sinking Beneath steep knolls of grass They grew into a hill; Spiraling upward To a bitter-cold climax Where the past had grown wide, Where the tall ever-greens Became distant smudges On a broad yellow canvas They faded along, With the rugged cliffsides I once scaled and deplored…
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