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He spits in his rag, washes my car window San Francisco by Sara Fryd A sign of the times What sign is that, I ask myself? That America is in trouble? That our veterans have no place to live? That a roof over one’s head is not a necessity For a Marine? Who fought [...] He sat in his office Starring at the ceiling This quiet man with steel blue eyes And graying hair Fit and trim A marathon runner on weekends Who could not look you in the eye Starring anywhere in his office So as not to connect With me… It was evident life had taken its toll [...] Seven is too young to die… http://www.haemoblues.com/about_you.asp You were too little to be so sick. I watched you lying in a tent, Helpless Nothing to give you Only hugs. Band-Aids didn’t work anymore Round face, sad eyes Pain that could be seen through The plastic that helped you breathe. Seven is too young to [...] In Front of UMC /by John Moore/Getty Images
The flat screen television Has become a terrorist My laptop an instrument of torture How CNN? Can you know more about What happened down the street Than the news media living on that street So I leave and drive, heading Southwest Towards the hospital where [...] Maya says, “Get God on the whisper.” Women with clout Women with money More important than I surely, A middle aged forgotten white woman Who paid for a few degrees Raised children alone Worked daily without getting a life or spouse Then spent her retirement money On them… Them who have forgotten her The one who [...] Thank you for listening quietly as you ate your lunch letting me release all my hurt my pain my anger my broken dreams on you. Like a rain storm in the desert Yesterday… I rained all over you.
All rights reserved. ©2009 by Sara Fryd [...] I cried at McDonald’s today Buying a Happy Meal for my son And a number 3 for a white haired old man Wearing a heavy parka in 90-degree weather. Eighty should be a time for grandchildren, hugs And a warm bed to sleep in at night. What happened to the world I know, I remember [...] The pillows tasted of you Aromas mingled Lilacs, lemon Pristine roses Picked from my garden at dawn In a vase a-top my flowered Bombé chest Tossing… Turning… Fitful sleep Tearful slivered chocolate eyes Like shards of Ghirardelli In a tiny plastic bag tied with gold ribbon Purchased at the factory near Pier [...] Once… I was witness to a crime. A crime perpetrated by a Mother Upon her children In the name of justice. Feelings… She couldn’t deal with She tossed aside Like laundry thrown in hampers Used, dreary, dingy… Dumped them instead On her children So they could bleed for her. There’s no strength In [...] oh my… to have had the courage the strength to follow my heart my soul only when I was eighteen when the world was new so full of promise and I was still so full of dreams it hurt to say goodbye… what fears give way to regrets what dreams still refuse to die [...] The pillows tasted of you Decalogue Parchment by Jekuthiel Sofer (1768) Aromas mingled, Lilacs, lemon Pristine roses Picked from my garden at dawn In a vase a top my flowered Bombé chest Tossing… Turning… Fitful sleep Tearful slivered chocolate eyes like shards of Ghiardelli in a tiny bag from the factory [...] |
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