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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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New Website: poetrepublik.com
Hello wonderful reader/visitor, I am moving my planet to poetrepublik.com All content will got there and in tech parlance this site will be “killed” But have no fear! marialoveswords will redirect to poetrepublik.com See you there! xoMaria
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Kite Experiment in D Minor
Kite Experiment in D Minor
How did my body become electric?When did I become a house key tangled in the apple tree (more…)
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Hartnell College Presents: Poetic Voices Student Poetry Competition
Hartnell College Presents: Poetic Voices Student Poetry Competition and Reading
Poetic Voices 2021 20th Anniversary! Awards Ceremony May 6th, 2021 (more…)
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Poet Republik-Suzanne Simmons
Poet Republik-Suzanne Simmons' poem "I loved you early and Green"
I Loved You Early and Green I loved you dusky. I loved you low.Lake, moss, bark, lichen—I touched youlike my own skin. How could I be alone?Tell me, sweetheart, was I ever in season,thick with blossom and sap?In the green wedge of summeryou did your job, setting firesunder my ribs. (I don’t miss you.) I miss air. (I don’t miss you.) Lucille the Hen Suzanne Simmons’ poems, essays and photographs…
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The Year I Didn't Die
The Year I Didn’t Die
The Year I Didn’t DieI didn’t want to follow the curandera’s prescription. and be steeped in a tea of semi-sleep, where my love tendedthe lilacs and pansies I embroidered overthe white months of my unbecoming. I didn’t like her crown of bird’s skulls, but I did so want to believein her prophecy. Love is patient. Love cooks meals of dandelions and sea grass. Love wakes up with you when the night…
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The Revolution Will Have its Sky
The Revolution Will Have its Sky
The Revolution Will Have its Sky Veils of mirrors in tatters, all the shattered bits inside a tiny diamond. The revolution will have its sky. Stripes and gold fringes demand a whore queen trick. If you fasten a collection of decorations to a uniform you can give last orders to last men. The eternal song can prolong the funeral trick but for a moment. The revolution demands a tribute trick, just…
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Poet Republik-Roque Dalton
The president of my country for the moment is called Colonel Fidel Sánchez Hernández but General Somoza, president of Nicaragua, is also the president of my country.Continue reading
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Collecting Objects; Touching God
Collecting Objects; Touching God
Collecting Objects; Touching Godby: River Tabor If you could touch the face of God, would you? How do we have the ability to go between our world and the transcendental world of the Divine? The power of the relic lies within its proximity to the Sacred and through this, an ability to act as mediators between the individual and the Sacred. Continue reading
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Fourteen-50 word short story
Fourteen-50 word short story
Fourteen
Under the plum tree I gorged on pomegranate seeds that stained my lips. (more…)
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Speech is Not Free-Shelley Marlow
Speech is Not Free-Shelley Marlow
I Remember 1963—1973 (after Joe Brainard)
I remember red roses next to Mildred’s backyard and front porch. The smell of bleach inside of school halls. white socks meant you were queer. (more…)
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Speech is Not Free-Jean Noel Chazelle
Speech is Not Free-Jean Noel Chazelle
Sur/face
Light metal narcissus devours his brother reflexion the spark, invisible fire the sacred incantation the magical language the desire revealed
an image possesses space shadow tale Illusion whispers in vain. Hear the fire of silence the heart mind. the grid of multidimensional space
Sur/face
Un Narcisse de Fer et de Lumière Dévore la reflexion de son frère L’étincelle, le feux invisible du…
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The (Tax “Reform”) Gift of the Magi a found poem
A Love Song for Big Oil There, blue horse of my madness sit in sun on weathered beach chair, and revel in a rookery of oiled rocks.
Day 6 of the chant for the Arctic Wildlife Refuge and against drilling and destroying it.
The Muffled Loudness from His Mouth Persists The muffled loudness from his mouth persists
Day 5 of my poetry series continues and has taken a turn with this piece entitled, "The Muffled Loudness of His Mouth Persists," which was based upon a dream/nightmare.
Haiku for the Arctic Poppy
Day four of my poetry series as chant for the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge. Today's offering, "Haiku for the Arctic Poppy." Will continue to write a poem a day until the new year.
I Want These Things for You I have never seen a herd of moose eating spring’s early shoots, or watched as they scratched fleece from horns. I have seen the naughtiness of monkeys as they disconnect…
I am writing an original poem each day until the end of the year as a protest to the impending rape and pillage by big oil of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge.
Dylan Krieger’s collection, no ledge left to love, is the recipient of the Ping-Pong Free Press poetry prize of 2017, chosen by judge and poetry badass, Brian Henry. It is my extreme pleasure…