Marjorie DeBol DeFazio

Rookie (March 29,1933 / Detroit, Michigan)

Marjorie DeBol DeFazio Poems

1. The Sounds Of My House 1/1/2008
2. While I Wasn'T Looking 1/1/2008
3. It's February 1/1/2008
4. June Flood 1/1/2008
5. Flag 1/1/2008
6. Betty Friedan Died 1/1/2008
7. To A Fare-Thee-Well... 1/1/2008
8. 911 1/1/2008
9. Happy Fourth Of July! 1/1/2008
10. The Back River Road 1/1/2008
11. How Could I Not Live Here 1/1/2008
12. The Third Saturday In May 1/1/2008
13. The Awful Silence 1/1/2008
14. A Sunday Morning 1/1/2008
15. Into A New Season 1/1/2008
16. I Want To Know The River 1/1/2008
17. I Have Not Known War 1/1/2008
18. “suburbia: Of Thee I Sing”* 1/1/2008
19. My Son 1/1/2008
20. Privilege 1/1/2008
21. A Fierce And Wonderful Storm 1/1/2008
22. J-In The Woods This Spring 1/1/2008
23. My Friend 1/1/2008
24. J-A Sad Tale 1/1/2008
25. Friday Night 1/1/2008
26. January Saturday 1/1/2008
27. J-In The Timeless Time 1/19/2008
28. J-A Winter Afternoon 1/19/2008
29. World 1/19/2008
30. J-Not Yet Winter 1/19/2008
31. J-Love 1/19/2008
32. A Mouse Is A Nocturnal Creature 1/19/2008
33. J-Becalmed 1/19/2008
34. Birds 1/19/2008
35. Tearing, Tearing 1/19/2008
36. Driving Home 1/19/2008
37. J-Eight Days 1/19/2008
38. J-First Summer 1/19/2008
39. Fishing Time 1/19/2008
40. J-Future Shock 1/19/2008
Best Poem of Marjorie DeBol DeFazio

J-Love In Our Ages Love In Stages

In the first month
Love was tentative
Love was laughter
Love was ecstasy

In the second month
Love made questions
Love made laughter
Love made richness

In the third month
Love gave friendship
Love gave laughter
Love gave family

In the fourth month
Love became promise
Love became laughter
Love became spring

In the fifth month
Love grew flowers
Love grew laughter
Love grew deeper

June 2,1997

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Happy Fourth Of July!

Dawn was grey, overcast, this Independence Day
A comment on how we treat independence and freedom now?
The freedom of the wolves to live, the polar bears to thrive
The freedom of a conflicted people to fight for the government they choose
Without the boots of our young men and women insisting on our choice

You can have the kind of freedom we dictate
As long as you do it our way, we will be your kindly uncle
We will smile and pat you gently on your head

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