Category Archives: Poetry
Where O where did my past routine go?
Where O where did my past routine go? Months and months it’s not been seen But when I get this new vaccine, Since I don’t want this old way back What O what shall I do? :- Doug.
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When two infinities meet?
What happens when two infinities meet? I don’t know but witness it Every time two humans meet :- Doug.
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Unfathomable us
She sometimes came to Quaker Meeting One day she made the coffee after Now she’s central to our group Give your grandchildren a task To meet their grandchildren To find their grandchildren To invite their grandchildren to find theirs Why … Continue reading
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In this one detect
We might in this one in front of us the one life detect :- Doug.
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Immediately getting out
Here is a daily way to receive the deeply human: Writing and immediately getting out our poems for those who need them, whether of the generations now alive, or earlier, or later. :- Doug.
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We wail on birth
We wail on birth, making a music primal. Making a music, a poetry that plays with music, is a way to receive the deeply human. :- Doug.
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Write now
Write a poem for someone who needs it. Now. :- Doug.
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The pulling forces?
What are the pulling forces in my search to find humanicity? The tensions? Just here is the story to be sung. :- Doug.
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Whom does your poem serve?
Whom does your poem serve? :- Doug.
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Dangle a smile
Dangle a smile From the end of the arc By just that weight Bend the arc Justice and Truth We cannot reach The object is the reaching :- Doug.
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instilled by emerging
The spirit of humanity instilled or emerged or instilled by emerging? :- Doug.
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Maybe sleep
Maybe sleep evades our grasping pursuing Rather pours over us honey fog :- Doug.
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The tracks we make
The tracks we make upon our times are faint, faint Did our parents take us to Washington in 1962 or 1963 or 1964? There are no longer any records and who can open those computer files from a decade ago? … Continue reading
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A question, a story, a poem
How do I stand at the threshold of a conversation with the generations? A question, a story, a poem. :- Doug.
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Can a grandchild not make poetry?
How old is a grandchild? How many grandchildren in this room? How many words in a poem? What turns prose into poetry? When ought a question go unanswered? How can we call this a poem? How can a grandchild not … Continue reading
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it looks quiet
Out my window it looks quiet how do I recognize? :- Doug.
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