Random 1 Poem by O Anna Niemus

Liberation:
As on her stove she
boiled sparkling snow
and watched the crystals
turn to flows..
she saw that some went
further still
dropping their water walls and wills..
their chambered dewdrop
worlds... to
rise as one in steam

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America can be greened
when the red bloodshed is stopped

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Through the transparent row of icicle daggers
the morning sun shines.. as he drips them away
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Onto the canvas of purple velvet night
the moon put a soycream wash of
her own moonlight
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Mammon loving sherlocks
of
interfaith shylocks
cause blood to drip onto
violets' shy locks
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the sun has melted
away many centuries
of the
iceberg sculptor's masterpieces..
csstles with secret caverns
... spires which pierce the skies