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Month: August 2017

Only

 

I was sent
only

I can only
do

I am
only

as the planet
earth

dies

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsAugust 20, 2017August 20, 201717 Words

73

 

the flight is still
on please
come
out of Egypt
the voice under whispers me
awake
the birthing is still
on at
73

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsAugust 19, 2017August 19, 201723 Words

Ahhh

 

ahhh
that mad courage
that leads to invading
one’s own privacy
holds back nothing
creates
like no one else
in the advancing years

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsAugust 17, 2017August 18, 201724 Words

Buddhist Monk

Michigan Avenue
Chicago
he stands
saffron robed
he smiles
we bow
we temple

By kaplopblogin UncategorizedAugust 15, 2017March 10, 201813 Words

At the Moment

head bent
unshaven
barely audible
he prays
his brother is dying
I hear
“at the moment”
I join him
defenseless
except
for us
there
brothers

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsAugust 15, 2017August 15, 201725 Words

Book of Revelation

the first
and most telling
comes every
dawn and dusk
with every breath
I welcome
every turn
I take
every heart beat
sounding me out
a timeless revelation
hides
in me

By kaplopblogin Recent PoemsAugust 5, 2017August 5, 201731 Words
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