Poetry

Am Resolving Myself – a poem by Marius

I Am Resolving Myself My childhood prepared me for prisonI knew that in every dayThere was a possibilityThat I might be ashamed,Denied something I Needed,Would be contained and preventedFrom escapingAnd yes, there would be pain,There might be violence

2 New Poems: Border Babies and Spring Equinox

Border Babies She is crying for her mother The rictus of an existential grief Pulling her face into contortions In a tragedy of tears Tiny toddler arms stretched wide And shaking… How can Lindsey Graham See this child in pain…

Seen This Before (new poem by Marius)

Seen This Before Once on a snowy Detroit street, I saw a dog I knew Crouched, tail-tucked and teeth-bared, Freezing and arrested in the the road The Pound’s truck parked Engine running, door flung open And a man in uniform,…

New Poem by Marius : Minotaur

Minotaur Bull-headed, yes That’s what I’d say Crashing around the world like in the proverbial china shop All those broken pieces left behind No wonder it was the Labyrinth for me Still, my fingers touch upon (from time to time)…

Sex and Revolution

as I move my hands my lips across your supple body blending everything becomes bewildered unpretended in these moments of ecstatic rhythm reggae sweat your breath so still lingering upon my lips your body mine the last of the wine…

Pattern

What lies within, still ties without One flowing through one From one into another A filament of Spirit Spun spider fine And finite Just enough to touch us all. Tying tiny threads of possibility Tangling in the warp and woof…

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An evening like this: summer sunset cricket song, peachy sky reaching up the vaulted ceiling, cathedral clouds clouds shaped like mountains along the Yangtze River improbable, fairy-tale bubble domes, drifting closer stilling to stalagmites all along the stretched horizon quickly…

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stagger drunkenly towards truth meaning circles in a dervish spiral spinning, coming closer to the center reaching out to grasp the bigger picture beneath this night sky, blackened and still blanketed with stars what hand moved this chaos into beauty?…

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I am filled with the need to do something sensible I am filled with the dread of the perceived inevitable I am fired with the passion of a love unconquerable I am filled with the poetry that runs a blood…

Help

“Refuse no one the good on which he has a claim when it is in your power to do it for him.” Book of Proverbs, Bible “Refuse none help that cry for it” And it is celebrated virtue So exhorted…

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