"haverford" poems - Hello Poetry

Let us imagine, we write together! You come for a visit, From Germany, the Philippines, Singapore, India, Nepal, even from industrial Leeds, Bring me some Aussies and some Kiwis, Green Tennessee, Nevada City (Ca?), the Canadian Plains Hampshire & Haverford, where the H's get lost, Even London, where everything is pensive expensive! Cannot forget Minnesota, hotbed of poets restless. If you are crosstown, let's meet on the Great Lawn in Central Park, by Shakespeare's castle, Let us turn my, now our, town into a belle-ville! Side by side, Stride for stride, Manhattan, we connive As our source, spring waters For inspiration. You come to me not as tourist, But as explorer. Ever-after twenty blocks, Movement ceased, halted, The mile, approximately travelled, We then stop-sit. Park bench, museum steps, bus stop, Street curb, ok ok, Starbucks! We each write a poem. Exchange fluid words. No proceeding until each have Completed composing. That's the rule. A poem per mile. I see this lovely island, As home, The sidewalk cracks, my veins, The harshest of noises, my siren harmonies, The dirt, my soul food. But you, fresh eyes for me to Discover what's been missed, for Familiarity breeds cataracts, Clouds the visionary. I need you beside me To be my teacher To see my city Anew.

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Sep 28, 2013

Sep 28, 2013 at 9:22 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

A poem per mile

Let us imagine, we write together! You come for a visit, From Germany, the Philippines, Singapore, India, Nepal, even from industrial Leeds, Bring me some Aussies and some Kiwis, Green Tennessee, Nevada City (Ca?), the Canadian Plains Hampshire & Haverford, where the H's get lost, Even London, where everything is pensive expensive! Cannot forget Minnesota, hotbed of poets restless. If you are crosstown, let's meet on the Great Lawn in Central Park, by Shakespeare's castle, Let us turn my, now our, town into a belle-ville! Side by side, Stride for stride, Manhattan, we connive As our source, spring waters For inspiration. You come to me not as tourist, But as explorer. Ever-after twenty blocks, Movement ceased, halted, The mile, approximately travelled, We then stop-sit. Park bench, museum steps, bus stop, Street curb, ok ok, Starbucks! We each write a poem. Exchange fluid words. No proceeding until each have Completed composing. That's the rule. A poem per mile. I see this lovely island, As home, The sidewalk cracks, my veins, The harshest of noises, my siren harmonies, The dirt, my soul food. But you, fresh eyes for me to Discover what's been missed, for Familiarity breeds cataracts, Clouds the visionary. I need you beside me To be my teacher To see my city Anew.

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How do you balance the kind and the cruel The good and the bad of life’s golden rule As reason pulls tightly, treason pulls back Living in conflict, together intact Tragic, comedic, while often as both Angels and Demons commingle betrothed A savior, destroyer, calling our name A garden of riches —caught in the flames (Haverford College: February, 2021)

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Feb 21, 2021

Feb 21, 2021 at 12:02 PM UTC

kurt-philip-behm

The Garden Path

How do you balance the kind and the cruel The good and the bad of life’s golden rule As reason pulls tightly, treason pulls back Living in conflict, together intact Tragic, comedic, while often as both Angels and Demons commingle betrothed A savior, destroyer, calling our name A garden of riches —caught in the flames (Haverford College: February, 2021)

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betrayed. left for dead. reborn. strength found. tested. seeing red. 1 floor up. still bound. fall leaves. crisp in breeze. open doors everywhere. winter comes stirring sounds refuse to see what's there.

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Nov 19, 2013

Nov 19, 2013 at 10:26 PM UTC

b-bach

Tom Haverford

betrayed. left for dead. reborn. strength found. tested. seeing red. 1 floor up. still bound. fall leaves. crisp in breeze. open doors everywhere. winter comes stirring sounds refuse to see what's there.

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