Ariel ~ Poems

I can't wake from the nightmare you are dead.
I dream of you
smelling the forest on your skin,
have conversations we never had,
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Worn carpet, smelling of
body sweat & animals,
bright red shawl - soft soft yarn -
draped over bowed head;
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At grief support, they gave me
a piece of petrified stone,
polished, to comfort me;
I wrote "adventure" on it, for that is how
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" I hated poetry … I want to read a poem by someone who looks like me."
Miguel Loredo
Native American Poet
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Tonight there's a party
On the other side of the world
World, can't you hear the laughter?
World, can't you feel the peace?
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perhaps we need that tall wall.
perhaps we need to contain this wanton hate, our wrecked violence in.
like a delinquent weaned on jealousy -
toss ourselves into a cell behind barbed wire
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i'm looking for the prize in this junk filled box
of pestilential chemicals and oil disguised as nutrition
"lucky" the front of the box says and yet no luck here
it's as if some orange beast dictated lies, coached conway's newspeak
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it's should be expected after election day
the weather as unsettled as i am
a frantic bite to the chilling air
in the frentic wind there is little chittering voices
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as you deny doing so,
your words place me in a breadbox
with 'dear' 'sweetheart' 'miss'
and a hand that cuts up in the air signaling me to quiet
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he doesn't like being questioned
that's why he ran away

left the room, closed the doors
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