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Small fragile hand reaches out seeking warmth.
"Take me with you down your flower path."
Sparkling emerald eyes wide with childlike wonder
trust so completely in a tender heart, they
abandon all to follow where this way may lead.
Warm comfort hand braids into tiny fingers
leading through fields of violets and daisies.
The dark diamonds of soft protective eyes
show simple unspoiled beauty, their treasure.
Holding up the world to a heart it loves.
The sunshine of love, caresses two lovers as
green grass is kissed by sweet honey dew.
Twilight embraces the amber tones of softness
as my love becomes everything that is you.
Secure in this fogless journey, I hold your hand.
Jodi Paz ( Kimba ) RETURN
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Sad and bewildered,
eight six year olds,
newly arrived
from St. Ann's Infant Home,
sit on a long green bench
in the basement hallway
of the boys' dormitory
at St. Vincent's Orphans Home.
An older boy,
directs their attention
to a row of coat hooks
on the wall before them,
assigning each a numbered hook
which also serves
as laundry number.
This done,
the children find themselves alone
to sort things out as best they can.
Frank, an older boy,
sits down beside
his homesick brother,
and
holds him by the hand.
Then taking first
his little brother's thumb,
he follows with each finger,
as he says:
"This little piggy went to market.
This little piggy stayed home.
This little piggy had roast beef.
This little piggy had none.
And this little piggy went,
Wee! Wee! Wee! Wee!
all the way home."
His little brother,
brimming with a merry laughter,
Frank continues on:
Grabbing first his forefinger,
then his thumb,
he says:
"See my finger.
See my thumb.
See my fist.
You'd better run,
you son of a gun!"
At this,
his little brother bursts in laughter,
dispelling all his present woe.
Then rising,
Frank, with arm around
his brother's shoulders,
walks with him,
around the basement floor.
As they walk,
he flaps his little brother's ears,
all the while saying:
"Green ears, green ears,
moldy ears, moldy ears."
Forgetting now his separation
from his infant home,
Frank's youngest brother,
falls in stride with life
at his new home.
Virgil Gelormino RETURN
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I was still talking about rights
When, all of a sudden,
I've seen Jesus
Stilling a car
Because he didn't trust
His father
Anymore
And He neede a ride
Home.
An ant built her house
Towards North
And she put a red carpet
Front
So that Jesus couyld see the Way
Home.
Deep in the desert
The night bites the air
And a palm, ridiculously lonely,
Plays cards
With God. He didn't see
God cheating
And he still thinks Jesus will turn Home,
For dinner.
But God knows
His child was lost;
Because He's old
And his empire tired.
Jesus got into a bar;
He's talking to a stripper
About feelings
And so God died
Once more
After Sarte's preddiction.
Erica RETURN
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Body smiles in sun's
shameless play over
landscape wrecked
during woman's fall
river streams glaringly
towards receding horizon
gaze catches body
in the chasm of a dragon
eyes catch gaze
in the point of convergence
veils wordless being
- rhapsody of names faces eyes
dispensible -
unveils being touched
in deepest soil
archaic woman gathers
dismembered limbs
with
gaze without tense
bridges present past future
in pupil without horizon
woman finds her freedom
to be, her passion.
Yvonne Martinsson RETURN
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We stand alone,
the tree outside my window
and I inside.
She, stripped of her foliage,
and I, bereft of pride.
She stands with quiet dignity
despite the gnarls showing
and with serenity
awaits the winter's snowing.
Terry Silver RETURN
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