Category: Reblog

One More Game

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I love this poem–it reminds me of the days when I could run circles around the boys in my neighborhood–how we all avoided going home because no one was at home and nothing was at home but pain.

It may speak to you, too. Visit the author’s site to read the poem in its entirety and to like it/show love, too.

From my eighth-floor windowI could hear hope bounce back and forthon concrete loitered with crack vials. Dirt-caked Nikes were like handsreaching for revolutionin the air. It didn’t get them out of the projects,but Jordan would have been proudthe way these boys balled. It kept their bodies distracted from the hungerof not eating for three days.Here, […]

One More Game

TERROR IS POLITICS FOUND

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feel both like yesterday and a forever ago

a phone found me
a friend rang
run to the news she said
it’s raining people

thank God no camera
was close up
yet my imagination
had Hubble-like zoom

with Tower two my heart
fell
with Tower one
the constitution

thousands of people
plundered
ten thousand lives
jump cut

and my instant prayer
unedited
went not to a soul
just departed

my missive to
anything
Holy
begged for our children’s
children

damn politics

but if you do that
politics will

damn you

with Tower two my heart
fell

with Tower one
the constitution

TERROR IS POLITICS FOUND

I’ve been reading Doug for a long time now, and well … if you haven’t figured it out for yourself, I’ll be reading his work for many more years to come.

Many have said what they need to regarding this day, but his poem hit me at my core, and I simply had to share it.

Peace and blessings.

Let No One Censor You

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This poem is striking, and I felt it moving deep within me as I read it. Please visit the author’s site to read it in its entirety, and to like and comment directly there.

Peace and blessings!

Your written contentyour voicecopyblog poststexts, captionsthe way you capture feeling on the pagecontextualize thoughtempower us through emotionbreathe life into the human experienceremind us what it feels like to liveto rememberminister to our memoryand most sacred truthsthe way you poetyour words, spoken or written is, power. A historical document your grandchildrenwill one […]

Let No One Censor You

Limp Blimp

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Sho nuffThe balloon brought outthe buffoons who hot-airedthis event as the apex ofUncle Sam’s impotency How idyllic the Fox News BlueRoom, a Brigadoon for those whodividend by rerun rich reportsthat the sky is always falling. And think any who can’t see that,the enemy. See, we need enemies. OK the audio below is shockingly shallow, its […]

Limp Blimp

I enjoy reading this blogger, wordsmith, political poetical spry wise guy. I am sure you will, as well.

Not only does he bring the heat using words, he creates musical vibes that sink deep into your bones, to which, he has dubbed, “tone poems.”

Move your mind, and while you’re at it, dance a little, and move your body, too.

You will not be disappointed!

Your Silence Is HURTING My Ears​

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It’s funny that silence can hurt your ears. But I guess your ears aren’t any different than your heart.

Your Silence Is HURTING My Ears​

Because this just touched me in a way I didn’t think it would. I understand. I relate. Maybe you can or did, too, at some point in your life.

Pay Belladonna a visit. You will not be disappointed.

Peace and blessings.