L C Vieira Poems

The children laugh and leap through ferns,
lushly swaying with tickle turns,
and trip on hemlock roots to find
proud puff balls poking by their side.
...

You don't speak my name
but tell me
to silence my made-up stories.
Trivialities!
...

Bylaws shmy-laws!
Let's all be out-laws!
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I stood to pray the other day,

my arms held high, my eyes up-raised,
...

My father's chocolate
gets me through
the times
I shouldn't
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Ah! These dark creatures of the night
evoking thoughts of lust and life
thirst and death of what we know -
You call yourself a solitary man
...

You're obsessed you say -
these dark creatures of the night
evoking thoughts of lust and life,
thirst and death of what we know.
...

The gaze
elsewhere
digs
holes
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On yet another extraordinary day
I scrub my underwear against the rock
realizing too late
the dark moss markings add to this simple chore
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A grandmother wishes for a magic wand, but -

The child who knows the Word of Life
is wiser than all those who strive
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