Michael Pruchnicki Poems

the only movie for her
was one about edith

the street sparrow
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A modern day prophet of doom
is a rather corpulent politician -
a Cassandra of global warning
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We lived in a flat on South Halsted Street
third floor front - three kids, Ma and my Pa
a scruffy wire-haired fox terrier named Teddy
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In a back bedroom upstairs stands an antique armoire-
a four by eight foot clothespress of Spanish dark maple-
ornate cornice and frieze overhanging double doors,
brass hinges and doorknobs gone verdigris,
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Two ravens looking down on the battlefield-
'Shall we pluck that lad's eyes? Bit of tripe, too? '
'Why not? Lad won't miss 'em! ' Eyelids peeled
and orbs swallowed in a trice! Lad lying askew
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sun fires the green field

ravens descend to scavenge-
midnight black at noon
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The morning watch begins early
with coffee and a smoke topside.
Four o'clock on the ninth day
of November-
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Poetry is the term applied to the many forms in which we have given a rhythmic expression to our most imaginative and intense perceptions of our world, ourselves, and the interrelationship of both.

I might include some of the following as noteworthy aspects-
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Quiet down, class
Mick wants to lecture you
about one of his pet subjects
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Once I saw a photograph
taken by a 71 year old
Japanese tourist
in pre-WW 2 London
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