Mark Pollins

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Mark Pollins Poems

1. I'M One Of Those Writers Who Doesn'T Know How To Spell 10/10/2007
2. Create New 10/11/2007
3. Singing Myself To Sleep 10/11/2007
4. Cool 10/11/2007
5. Sanity Has Lost Its Mind 10/11/2007
6. The Boys Are Rocking Tonight 10/11/2007
7. Having Fun At The New Mall 10/11/2007
8. Free 9/30/2009
9. While Taking A Bite Of My Sloppy Felafel Pita 10/10/2007
10. Breaking Of Certainties 10/11/2007
11. From Within The Unlit Fridge 10/11/2007
12. Here And There In The Land Of Israel, Winter 2005 10/11/2007
13. Marooned 10/11/2007
14. Rwanda Blues 10/11/2007
15. Parents 10/11/2007
16. Two Loudspeakers 10/11/2007
17. The Playstation Generation 10/11/2007
18. Prologue 10/11/2007
19. Screaming 10/11/2007
20. Morning Carefree 10/11/2007
21. Boots Of Love 10/11/2007
22. Twelve Haiku Poems 10/11/2007
23. Counting Crows 10/11/2007
24. Equilibrium 10/7/2009
25. Palestine Children's Rhyme 2/11/2010

Comments about Mark Pollins

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (10/14/2009 5:18:00 AM)

    your poems are musical thoughts, i like them very much

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Best Poem of Mark Pollins

Palestine Children's Rhyme

I was hit in the head by the truth one day
Ever since the incident I've crawled this way
So stick their legs, arms, hearts in plaster
Tell me lies about Palestine

Heard the Muezzin screaming at four
Couldn't find myself, went back to sleep on the floor
So fill my ears with Bach
Stick their legs, arms, hearts in plaster
I'll tell you lies about Palestine

I shut my eyes and see an endless line of moustached men
'slept in my car, been here since 2 ...

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Singing Myself To Sleep

Seven hours of television a day are watched in an average American home.
The Drug-store cowboy, replaces the Western lone-ranger.
A picture of children smiling in their sleep,
Seems out of place in a shop window on Broadway.
A beggar girl showers me with compliments to make sure she’ll get my change.
The passengers of a tired evening subway, dart suspicious looks at my friend and & I,
For we are smiling, talking loudly, enjoying ourselves.

In the playground the “Stars and stripes” is

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