Richard Provencher Poems

No stone throwing children
will die tonight
in the war of Middle East
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A sickness in their eyes.
Hanging fists clench
and unclench
watching my eyes of fear.
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me now. This wrinkled flesh,
all the mis-steps
in my slurring dialogue
...

Sidewalk's neon sign overcomes twilight
- its torchlight showing flashy wares
in our modern society - - muscle
cars and 30-story glass towers
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Thirst is an impediment
for hooves
across the Sahara,
eyes as stars
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Winding wheels whistle
across steel, coaches shaking,
passengers
in interruptions of rest, on
...

I trod upon the path this day, a place
of respite beneath the sun
from where I wished to quench my soul.
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My needs were met, a great sleep to renew
strength and overcome yesterday's
demands for my attention; went shopping
and found a stranger, now my friend -
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opposes debris under bridges,
a panhandler on
the floor of a creek bed
...

The sky is almost out
of stars to wish upon as I climbed
through life then shuffled
into the twilight of my years.
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