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Reave

When there was no more
land to steal

and the people were made
wraiths

the last syllable of
the old tongue had been spoken

it was not enough.

Author AJMPosted on July 16, 2019Categories Justice, PoetryTags colonialism, free verse, history, poem, poetry, verse, vssLeave a comment on Reave

Neither dead nor alive

god never died;
was never alive.
except in human hearts
where the embers glow
and crackle upon
gentle pressure
to warm a biting
winter morning
where the lake stands
still, awaiting spring
so it may sway and churn
to let us know it
teems with life

 

 

Author AJMPosted on March 9, 2019Categories PoetryTags free verse, god, nature, poetry, religion, verse, vss, winterLeave a comment on Neither dead nor alive

Eternity blood

No one remembers when
the eternity war began
though the elders will
whisper stories that the
young dismiss as fantasy
as they put on tan fatigues
assemble their carbines
and head into a land
they have never known
to meet a people
who know not
peace

Author AJMPosted on March 4, 2019Categories Justice, PoetryTags age, free verse, poetry, verse, vss, war, War on Terror2 Comments on Eternity blood

Tanka: winter leaves

Once green and verdant,
winter leaves sit and decay
methodically
on mud-caked concrete, gazing
up at their former glory

Author AJMPosted on November 18, 2017Categories PoetryTags haiku, leaves, poetry, seasons, tanka, verse, vss, winterLeave a comment on Tanka: winter leaves

Valor

Valor is
a false king
on a crimson throne.

Author AJMPosted on August 22, 2017Categories PoetryTags civil war, confederacy, micropoetry, poem, poetry, racism, valor, verse, vssLeave a comment on Valor

The suburbs

The suburbs
a continually cracking
edifice to an illusion

Author AJMPosted on March 13, 2017March 13, 2017Categories Media, PoetryTags free verse, poem, poetry, short, suburbs, verse, vssLeave a comment on The suburbs

The eraser

Borders
ink lines on paper
at the drafter’s desk
the pen as potent
as the eraser

Author AJMPosted on October 11, 2016October 11, 2016Categories PoetryTags borders, free verse, poem, poetry, verse, vss1 Comment on The eraser

The Laughing Tree

AutumnTree

Beyond knee-high grass
onward to the Laughing Tree
dancing with joyful
autumn colors, ablaze, even
though few ever came to watch

Author AJMPosted on December 28, 2014Categories PoetryTags autumn, color, micropoetry, nature, poem, poetry, seasons, tanka, tree, verse, vssLeave a comment on The Laughing Tree

The where will be

I do not know when it will end,
but history has given me the hint
the where will be the beginning

Author AJMPosted on December 22, 2014Categories PoetryTags micropoetry, poem, poetry, time, verse, vssLeave a comment on The where will be
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