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 Jan 2017 bex
Rainey Birthwright
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I visioned you,
With her in fields
Of long green grass
Underneath the sun.

I watched you,
****** each other
Like shears to a lamb
Naked and joyous.

You left me here,
In the plots of blade
And purple thistle crown
A princess undone.

I will nay curse you,
Nor she who destroyed
Me as I was once alive,
Woke under your spell.
 Jan 2017 bex
Terry Jordan
I saw my brother’s doppelgänger
On the train back from Miami
He boarded and sat down across from me
This twin of my brother Sammy

My friend clutched my arm in amazement
At my sibling’s new twin brother
I stared as if an angel had come
Couldn’t tell one from the other

His 6 foot four frame just like he stood
His look so like Erik the Red
He walked like him, too, I’d swear he was
My brother Sam raised from the dead

Dressed in tall jeans, a casual look
Just like I imagine him, too
With faded red hair, the same age and
The same friendly kind eyes of blue

For those who mourn will be comforted
I prayed hard for more time to gain
To be with my beloved brother
Then an angel walked on that train

He looked at me so tenderly
Pale eyebrows defined a gentle lift
My throat locked up as tears streamed down
Seeing Sam’s doppelgänger, God’s gift
I've been grieving my brother Sammy's passing, less than a month ago, when I experienced this man boarding my train.   He looked so much like him that it took my breath away, so that all I did was stare and cry.  I believe now that he was a gift from God, and that no words were necessary then.  Except this poem, now.
 Jan 2017 bex
Tanisha Jackland
We have seen
those who have stolen
and like cycles do
pass down their lowly ways

Is there a price
for every gesture?

A karmic bank
of rain checks
for the next debter

Men trying to buy
their way into the
eye of the needle
But we see you

While we make
a pittance
for our graces

But we'll continue to knead
the love in our
bread

And bleed
compassion for
the masses that need it

Don't give in to what
hate brought in

Don't let them breed
you into a vicious sin

know that we are not
tainted from within

We are born
from the Sun
Now let's be one
 Jan 2017 bex
LD Goodwin
Clouds blacken o'er podium's farce
avowal mumbled, besmirched, dishonored
a liar's hand aflame upon a book of truth
as jackals cackle in the wings

Clouds darker still in the noonday gloom
the reciting rabble, “what is to become of us all”
this unreal thing set in motion
why must this albatross to wear

In the distance, the tolling, the darkest knell
piercing the wind and rain
to harp upon our ears like shattered glass
while the schoolyard bully smiles
Harrogate, TN 1/19/17
I tried to write a nice poem for our departing POTUS and our First Lady, but this rolled off my tongue.
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