poetry
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Junie Moody
“Who are you?” I ask you, “To tell me who I am?” You clap your hands when I do right, You frown when I do wrong. To put it plain for you to know, I stick up my nose at them Who say nice things When I am near And laugh when I am gone.…
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“Hi, Sweetie”: from Eat, Pray, Love
absolutely incapable of the rules you cling to the kind of prayer to kiss God good-bye I lay up there, high above the world, I’d been wanting to talk Talk to him right now. And then, …
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yeshua: an ekphrasis poem
Golden hues of sun rays captured in the silhouette Of a man. His white robe only a polite covering, His gold skin reaching farther. Embraced by red locs, a cape Flowing behind and around, eyes Resting as a golden forest Encircles him. The rest I wish that I was in, A softness speckled with sharp…
Katherine Elizabeth Jackson 