a gazan refugee's journey ( revised ) - Poetry Circle
Mar 5, 2024 · from her war-torn neighborhood. yet at the moment, she is distracted by the light before her. the treasury of al khazneh a magnificent structure of the ancient nabataeans. iridescent rays now cast from the sandstone give her a sense of hope, even a moment of glory. - but then, as she steps closer, she comes to realize the great structure is but ...
A Neighbor of the neighborhood | Poetry Circle
May 9, 2023 · A Neighbor of the neighborhood. Thread starter silent lotus; Start date May 9, 2023; Forums New ...
When the neighbors stole his newspaper (We'll laugh)
Apr 27, 2013 · In heaven, we'll lie in bed and laugh about daddy's paranoia when the neighbors stole his newspaper and cry at how sad grandma was when she missed Uncle Al's funeral. We'll fall asleep dressed in flannel gowns on feather pillows, …
Memory Lane | Poetry Circle
Oct 12, 2024 · I drove to the old neighborhood and parked by the house. There I was at fifteen drifting in the yard wearing a white sailor blouse and that red skirt. I opened the car window and said out loud: I promise you I'll make the rest of your life worth what you are about to go through.
Egypt | Poetry Circle
Aug 14, 2013 · He said we must call the war criminals to account, in a South African-style Truth and Reconciliation Process. He called out Bush, Cheny and Rumsfeld by name, saying that failing to face The Truth means no end to more wars, as with the Obama administration, in the present. Dennis stressed we must expose "The Lies" and discover "The Truth"
God Is A Mafia Don | Poetry Circle
Oct 1, 2024 · sweeping His neighborhood, casting shekels to colorless contadinos and sheepish Bedouins. God wears the finest Santoni sandals, and purple Armani sports coats, and clenches a Cuban Cohiba in his gold-lined molars... (He visits there on occasion). You can see God through the smoky window of a Pullman stretch smiling on very good days if you look ...
Eulogy/Blood Isn't Thick Enough | Poetry Circle
Jan 14, 2024 · Waltzing in a war zone eyes closed, breathing in red-bottle bullets. Passed out at your own funeral. Trying to swallow this hurt but it might kill me so I’ll bottle it. Save it for a sleepless night when I want to relive the worst moment of my life. Something went wrong during reconstruction. They gave me a mannequin instead of a human.
To the ocean I leave behind - Poetry Circle
Mar 25, 2016 · Marian, from my mother's perspective in her stories as a war child searching for love that isn't betrayed and my growing up to DP and Commie from kids who didn't know any better. I came about my humanitarian efforts as a natural evolution of my personna. The really hard moments were with my father's bipolar.
Innocent Gone | Poetry Circle
Oct 8, 2024 · —Innocent Gone— rocking in my chair on my front porch knowing a battle rages somewhere I shake my head not for the fools waging more war only for innocents casualties of costly war each one gone, not a bygone only in the wrong place at the time as the battle and bombs explode away hungry...
Tied Hands | Poetry Circle
Oct 6, 2024 · —Tied Hands— warriors liberties, tied hands all the war swept aside by my useless digits thinking how to be more than them by tied hands teething for more iron back again getting away once more sneering swept dreams aside I dream of hands tied in war escaping my pride biting more uncivil...