Is It Poetry (1958 - / Bus-Boys And Poets, Washington D.C.)
Poems of Is It Poetry
|381.||and death washes only bones||9/8/2009|
|382.||and do you, 'as i||7/7/2010|
|383.||and dreaming she conquered some mountain||8/13/2009|
|384.||and each bottom button||10/23/2009|
|385.||And from this night||2/20/2010|
|386.||and god helped me burn the world to live in ice||8/14/2009|
|387.||and he kisses you||10/17/2009|
|388.||and her being his||9/7/2009|
|389.||and his tounge||10/20/2009|
|390.||and i as you ask||3/9/2010|
|391.||and i being your dog||9/17/2009|
|392.||and I come to think||8/13/2009|
|393.||and i cry||2/14/2010|
|394.||and i danced in freedom||8/24/2009|
|395.||And I Drink From Them||12/17/2008|
|396.||And I From Them||9/14/2009|
|397.||And I Lounged and I Laid In Their Beds||12/29/2013|
|398.||and i once said to you||8/30/2009|
|399.||and i still would||9/18/2009|
|400.||and i too danced in freedom||11/3/2009|
Face Of The Poor *
Of all our children.
Dirt scuffed face America has some.
Late night Sally Struthers infomercial.
Compassion of the old in their time of need.
Helping in the wide open homeless shelter.
Bread from their mouths for the young.
Picture the views.
You helped to make.
Words stir the pot of no news.