Josephe Buchanan Poems

They say not to cry

I say let go like monsoons,
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'The child and Beauty
Salute to the class of 1920-65'

Almonds and mints accented the smell of good food and light cigarettes.
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Their Last Names Are EL

To the Chief Commander and Defender of the Most Highs' Army
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Bodies and gun shells

Evidence of Aliens
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Endless procreation, of mountain ranges, over hills and oceans.

A baby is born into deeper emotions, where oceans and seas, meet peaks,
of settling ice ages.
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Not a clown from of circus of tricks, this luciferian was pure serpent.
He colored his face with deception paint that ran blood when it rained love.
We are primordial costumes that hide a sacred veil of solar intelligence.
Most who hide behind a false self of misplaced social construction, were their lonely smiles that covered up the snare of grim faces. Alone on a rock called “Ages”, with only one way out
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Hey love. Hey cutie. My freshman scoop. Devilish smile, Egyptian eyes,
and Polo boots.

Perfect creases in your Guess jeans, and your butter soft Cherlin coat.
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