Poetry Partners #88 'Green Park Benches', a poem by J. P. of 'The Poetry Of J.P.' Old bearded men drifting in the alleys of night have died with the sunset and as I have overlooked their bodies beneath green park benches and bridges they too have overlooked my feet passing quietly by as the waitress… Continue reading Invisible, or: People
Dedication This tanka prose is dedicated to the inimitable Shira Destinie Jones who has committed her life to developing a sustainable societal framework to provide a basic safety net for each and every child. Tanka prose A safer, empathetic, and sustainable global society in which each person has food, shelter, education, and health care, at… Continue reading Bee bread, or: Battered
A Compound Word Verse Raised in trailer by drunk mother, kids treated him like another dumb mudsill. Thinking he'd never be a has, for many years he got by as a mudlark. Resentful, angry, jealous, spurned, ran with the mob, and thus he earned much mudsack. Rose to power by dint of fate, simple folk… Continue reading Muddied, or: Bloodied
My 1st oddquain Free- dom requires resources, unless 1 refers to the right 2 die Murisopsis' Scavenger Hunt Muri is running a poetry scavenger hunt this month and an oddquain about poverty is #6 on her list. This is also the first in a series of seven oddquains that I'm writing for my #APoemADay challenge,… Continue reading Give me freedom, or: Give me death
There's no point, I suppose, to po- etry... as I well know... it's not go- ing to break down the bor- ders 'tween the owned and the hoar- ders, wiping asses with it ~ just so!
The Skeptic's Kaddish 🇮🇱 
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