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Father and Son Love Redux | G. S. Katz - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Father and Son Love Redux | G. S. Katz

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Fathers and Sons: Love Redux

My dad wasn’t wordy
I can’t remember affection
He never told me he loved me
If he did, I don’t remember it

Strong silent type he was
I grew up quiet
Till I started to speak more
Then everyone wished I’d shut the hell up

My mom told me my dad loved us very much
I wanted to hear it from him
On my wedding day he said it
Collectively in a toast he pronounced his love grandly

I always wanted more from him
I wanted his knowledge, his craft
He’s gone 20 years now
I’m still trying ……

In the Dead of Night | Mark Andrew Heathcote - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

In the Dead of Night | Mark Andrew Heathcote

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I’m an oak with rings ingrain
My heart is a woodcut carving
My soul a gnarled wooden cane
No longer prevents my falling.

I’m a mountain-pine-forest
A field of flattened wheat:
A no-man’s-land, a gauntlet
Thrown, down in beseech

Of-war, of-madness or friendship
Take your pick; I am ready, for all.
I have sharpened and whetted,
Sheaved my blade; heeding its call.

I have vanquished-my-enemies
One and all to see them lonesome fall
I have rewritten they’re own parodies.
In my turn stood, equally tall.

I have ignited into blossom,
And unfurled to catch sight
Every flower my breath can bosom
Hold to itself in the dead of night.

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Septa Generics | Stan Morrison - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Septa Generics | Stan Morrison

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it’s hard to be hip after seventy
abandon hope all ye who enter
keep your opinions from calcifying
and your beliefs will astound you
humor, not memory, is your ally
love and laughter bring others along
honor your white hair and wrinkles
they’ll stay faithful until the end
gather wildflowers
be thankful and rejoice

Hole in My Arm | Jesse Hoefling - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Hole in My Arm | Jesse Hoefling

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There’s a hole in my arm–
Where the mind goes
Where the dead howl excretions
Where the blood meets the oily needle
Where memories die
Where heaven touches hell
There is a hole in my arm–
Where the mind goes
Where the soul screams
Where death shouts with applause
Where paradise costs a twenty dollar bill
Where paradise can be reached, touched, for the meanwhile.
the scare tissue, debouched, depraved, reaching for heaven’s bargain
of eternal needles.
There’s a hole in my arm
Where the mind escapes
Where seas foam
Where teeth bite
where the arm is looped off– and the world begins again.
Where the story ends, every time.

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