Listen & Be Heard Weekly Archives

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I will come to you in the dark of night and I will hold you and never let you feel alone… I will be there to help you find a way. Just Believe in Me, Believe , Just Believe. I can hear the cry within you, let your tears subside, I will be by your [...]

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if you asked me “describe blue angels” i would say blue angels watch over us cry for sins we will soon commit feel pain when children suffer whisper words inspiring us to be better love all people would never imagine in my wildest dreams that blue angels could be air planes screaming obscenities at blue [...]

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Brocade in ivory and foam-flecked cream, Your robe-de-chambre has arrived. Many-sidedly turned out (by hand). The smocking at T.G. Jakobowicz?Äôs Is The Biz for the hob-nobility. Assume the cutter?Äôs scruples with lace For the floppy bodice, pique at the ruffle, Two square yards of netting Under cute queenly ormshells. Trip-up velvet skirting, Angelhooded, slight-skein sleeves. [...]

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The gates are open, and she comes through; embellished by the moonlight. His attempts, bring back hopes of a forgotten promise, he shines. Remembering her attempts he is strengthened in silence, he holds for she reigns in his province. And this night is different, and he remembers the slight nuances that take shape in the [...]

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First published in Exit #13 For Thanasis Maskaleris (2) Poet, teach my poems how to dance! (3) Now they can only limp along, alla zoppa (4), As if in a trance to unheard music Played on un-amplified instruments, By young voices as wide eyed as Owls, As if Minerva could reappear as cloned birds Perched [...]

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The streets are empty cold and I am alone this morning My idle rant appears as steam Meaningless cloudwisp hung in a crazy sky jabber Ah! Two people pass Holding hands walking wearing warm knits They do not see, Father I am wet with the dew of Christmas dawn and There is no manger Two [...]

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An amputated sunrise, classic curve Veined behind disgorging sky, We arrive, platform three. Foreshadowed blue, clear-cut, The Scot steams, smokes Chasing soot rummaging clouds Overhanging to Portsmouth. Throttled incipient blades, Speeds dissolve to sippets; Blood pumping along cracks, White transparent skin. At the Palace, orbs, sceptres Luminous pitch, underthings hitched up, Rich stale fetor of [...]

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from the forthcoming volume of poetry “Healing Tree,” Inner Circle Publishing A dove, a symbol of peace wisdom of the awaiting; a messenger of purity and new beginnings. The deer swift and graceful; aspirations of the life of the soul. The crow, symbol of foretold destinies darkness before creation, known realities, awaiting changes. The phoenix [...]

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It is a quiet place Down a ways cow ?ÄúMyaah?Äù …the odd bird Tug-boat engine churning water wake A bee buzz on the wind against my ear Leaves Far off trains strike big-handed chords The grand pipe organ, the rusty rails And the gunpowder clouds sing ?ÄúTrouble don?Äôtcha come here, no.?Äù Locomotive close in the [...]

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Spaghetti western horse opry neigh-sayers      Shoot-’em-up shut-’em-up Make My Day          Dark horse upsets pale horse              Broncobuster bucking stacked deck odds              Double-dealing sharks pair of Aces          Livin’ on Jacks and Queens      Maverick heartthrob winning Royal Flush Straight wrangler rustling V-for-Vaquero rodeo-o-o Chuck wagon chocolate chip cookies      Doves scavenging leftover [...]

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Ambition fashions itself narrowly deflating girls. It?Äôs open and shut ?Äì even grisly ducklings spree drugstore complexions, tags, hospitalizing arts. See they?Äôre just dandy, touchingly blessed, grabby with all the latest-scream fads. * She?Äôd knocked up and out charged on teenage begetting rates. A surplus shell suit this month, window shops pushchairs in lieu in [...]

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What some people do In order to: Eat. On Manet’s painting, “Luncheon on the Grass” [La Dejeuner sur l'Herbe] Her eyes force me to look away From her nakedness. She is not nude. The heat of shame reddens my face. Her eyes stare at me, so I look instead At the still-life which graces me [...]

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Boeing?Äôs ripped up the tides and times. Under push-buttons hands knit a Joseph?Äôs coat of many wires. Wing ribs sit up for cramping into planes. Atlantis is overindulged with play-the-game cockpits. Beholden are we for their sweat and nose-dive the world easily.

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We begin the way East, west. Into the ocean with many names. Animals stir the dark inside us, like questions, crawling & hungry. So many answers. We cut them down, make room & call it shelter, a space & time of our own. A new frontier to probe. This is freedom. & it?Äôs scary. We [...]

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