Category: Prose
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Have you heard the Good News?
Have you ever seen the old wonder? Have you ever heard a child be wise? Has the youth been sore? Has the elderly been fresh? Have you heard the Good News? Is it in your imagination to seek the invisible? Is it in your heart to feel the soul? Does your spirit waver? Does your…
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Sept 11
Remember, remember the 11th of September. The day when America was attacked. The day when people of freedom mourned and stood in shock. A day that most refuse to believe happen.
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The White Beach
Have you ever seen white sands? The ocean that touches it, The crowds that it draws, I was there, I sat in a chair, The Beach at my feet, It was there that, I saw Beauty personified, Her blonde hair, Matched the sand so perfectly, The sight that I beheld, As she stretched her hands…
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The Dance of the Wildflower
By Zachary Furr Do you see the wind? Can you see it dancing in the fields? It goes to and fro, The wild flowers, Seem like children, In its wake, Children clambering for attention, For they dance, For they sense their mother, For they are the wildflowers. Do you see that one? The uprooted sprout?…
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Be careful
I sent helpI got ridiculedPoetry is the descriptionOf lifeIf life is ridiculousA meaningShan’t be foundYour hope of loveIs fleetingYou ought to haveSaid nothingAnd been content
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Training Wheels
Do you follow the rules? Do you understand the rules? Do you trust yourself about the basics? Do you think of yourself as creative, Because you know the rules? Here is my truth of the rules. They are made to be broken away from. They are there as a restricting force, For the beginning, They…
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To the Girl that sees the invisible me
I wonder why I see your name,For there has not been a thought,Of you in quite sometime,Though we see each other,From time to time,And place to place,It always seems to be,Under a joyfully cruel,Circumstance,‘Tis sorrow that fills me,When I see you,And know not what to say,I see you and,Cannot look away,I know that I am…
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Ode to my Ceramic Throne
You are the one that, I visit at the end of the day, You have seen it all, And rarely complain, You can consume anything, Nary a sound is heard, You gurgle and grumble, You get clogged, But I wash you with, Solutions to the problems that I caused, You have known my deepest thoughts,…
The In Constant Chronicles 