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| 8681. | An Unfamiliar Path by Faye Diane Kilday | | Walking an unfamiliar path that you've
never trod before,
Or knocking on a strange and unfamiliar
door,
Can be extremely scary as you nev... |
| 8682. | Mothers Are a Special Gift by Faye Diane Kilday | | Mothers are a special gift sent
from God above,
They bless us with their nurturing,
And fill us with their love.
They pick us up when ... |
| 8683. | Especially For You by Faye Diane Kilday | | This poem is a special gift especially
for you,
All I ask is that you read it often
and every time you do
I want you to see the person ... |
| 8684. | Questions and a Prayer For a New Born Baby by Faye Diane Kilday | | So, here you are once more - in a brand new perfect body;
An old soul with a brand new life to explore.
And my mind is filled with so many thing... |
| 8685. | from Tsigan: The Gypsy Poem by Cecilia Woloch | | In Warsaw, blackbird girls
swoop down in flocks
the old town square
a swirl of dark-eyed dark-haired girls
in brilliant skirts who circle
la... |
| 8686. | The Pick by Cecilia Woloch | | I watched him swinging the pick in the sun,
breaking the concrete steps into chunks of rock,
and the rocks into dust,
and the dust into earth ag... |
| 8687. | A Time to Weep by Craig Erick Chaffin | | I suppose you could call me heartless
as a dull anvil clanking in a sodden barn,
the damp wood too lazy to echo your pain;
and your limbs twisted l... |
| 8688. | At the Aquarium of the Pacific by Craig Erick Chaffin | | I saw a brilliant angelfish whose tail
and fins shimmered yellow until it turned
and silver spread like an undercoat of fur
when stroked against th... |
| 8689. | Last Poem of my 45th Year by Craig Erick Chaffin | | I thought of how a whale's white ribs
could choke the sky's blue neck,
massive vertebrae half-buried in sand,
and how a keel cleaves the sea
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| 8690. | On the Anthropic Principle by Craig Erick Chaffin | | Here at the spoke-ends of our galaxy
it is easy to forget the central axle
moving insensibly slow, still
the silvery-white dispersion of stars
... |
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