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41. In This Blog 12/9/2010
42. Finally 1/4/2011
43. Mountain Music 1/4/2011
44. God, Be My Light 2/3/2011
45. Busy 2/3/2011
46. I Love: The Pronoun You 2/11/2011
47. A Tight Grip Of Your Hands 2/17/2011
48. Poems: Refresh Seeds For Harvest 2/19/2011
49. Dear Poets: May I Leave A Comment? Thank You. 2/19/2011
50. Little Prayer For God 3/1/2011
51. Corridors Of Gold 8/6/2010
52. You 8/20/2010
53. Net Scribbles 9/2/2010
54. A Short Exam 9/16/2010
55. A Promise And Clothes Of Time 9/17/2010
56. Dear God, We Hold Nothing But You 3/13/2011
57. Dear God, Father Of All 3/15/2011
58. A Small Prayer For Today, March 17,2011 3/16/2011
59. God, Let Your Holy Spirit Be In Us 3/16/2011
60. An Ode To Silence 3/23/2011
61. Dear God,2011 4/27/2011
62. A Scent Of Ribs 5/18/2011
63. Happy Easter 2011 To The Community 4/25/2011
64. Returning Something Borrowed 8/17/2009
65. Some New, Untitled Poems 6/8/2011
66. Dear Father (June 22,2011) 6/21/2011
67. Weeping 10/13/2009
68. Be Merciful To Us, Dear Lord 3/13/2011
69. Four Seasons With God 9/8/2010
70. Smile: 'L'Chaim, ' To Life! 3/2/2011
71. After The Rain 2/3/2011
72. Happy Birthday St. Hannibal 7/4/2010
73. Waiting For Autumn 9/11/2009
74. Grief Is Never Having To Say I Grieve 7/12/2010
75. A Miracle Of Love 12/31/2009
76. A Prayer Poem For Calamities 3/13/2011
77. Goodbye Dear Grandmother 8/17/2009
78. Empty Sheet 11/6/2009
79. Thoughts: On Life 6/3/2010
80. If Tonight 7/3/2009
Best Poem of rosalinda flores martinez

Brave Knight

Shimmering white angel
dust and honey
flow on me

like a shower of lilac
in the fragrant dawn
and cool mist

while waiting for you.

The beauty is remembering
our existance. You have
come to me one by one

as brave knights,
gleaming swords of
clasping hands untainted.

Your habit defies
dirt and stinking corpses
and loathing days and

nights. It glories in the
pouring of rain and the blood
of a dutiful battlefield,

The brave knight is
You
Kneeling for peace.

Read the full of Brave Knight

Dead Fire

Tonight, I shall set myself free.
I want to see some spurts of blood
from my hands so what would come
is a fine sculpture of breathing veins.

Life is not all wars, ceasefire birthed
as Mother Teresa saved lives
of children. Peace in the camps.
Nights in dead fire. My nights are

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