Category: Poetry
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Helen – Poem Submission by J Ramos
Helen
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Agape.
And you’ll remember old graves sat beside new flowers when that boy took a swing at you and missed; all high and unaware of your first name, you acquainted him with those long dead instead- as he fell over the wall, straight into them, head first, maybe, but who really knows.
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Lost in the mansion…by G. Mramor
There is a little boy of ten screaming and wailing at the doors of death
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It came to me sunday…by G. Mramor
It came to me sunday as I was climbing the stairs
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And she sits there…by G. Mramor
And she sits there and takes the bumps and the shakes as they come, part of the machine that drags the bus onward, part of the streets that make the bus bump and shake, part of the city that forgets its people.
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And to the brave girl…by G. Mramor
And to the brave girl who writes a wrinkle on a moist page: ‘where is eternity?’ She asks her mother, she asks her father, she asks her kin, she asks her teacher, she asks her rabbi, she asks her God, and nothing
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Can you move on, beyond doubt?…G. Mramor
Can you move on, beyond doubt? Askant of a shimmurring sky: is this me, is this my voice, is this my heart? You can say: this is my blood, thus this is my spirit, and with some comfort tread onwards, but there is a malaise that hides in the code of the blood, a malaise…
