Monday, November 26, 2012

Housewife By Anne Sexton

Some women marry houses.
It's another kind of skin; it was a heart,
A mouth, a liver and bowel movements.
The walls are permanent and pink.
See how she sits on her knees all day,
Faithfully washing herself down.
Men enter by force, drawn back like Jonah
into their fleshy mothers.
A woman is her mother,
That's the main things.

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Odd Box (Thinking of Dinosaurs, Dinosaurs = Kong Long)

Almost all science museums
illustrate how dinosaurs
once grace the earth
in ancient times, and how
underground rocks
or fossils under climate shifts
form violent earthquakes...
Biology (Sheng Wu) is always
deep in self-knowing,
Records around human
history, gather dust
as if they were odd blocks,
Research makes sense
when we go back
to look at what's left
in the box of lost and found.

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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Veterans Day By Taylor Weinman

Representing the red white and blue
The colors of our flag stand out proud and true.
The white stars on blue background with red and white stripes
Remind me of these veterans, who all risked their lives.
Just so the people of the U.S. could all live in peace and be free
These are the heroes that represent you and me.
They stood up strongly, untied as one,
And kept up the fighting until they were done.
And although some have fallen, and lost their lives in war,
We pray for each one of them.
And now that their souls live on forever more,
Above in God's hands.
They watch over our nation,
And give us strength to triumph over others with strong anticipation.
So every year, when this day comes by,
Think of all the veterans that while fighting, had to die.
And remember that they were people
With fire and passion embedded inside.
They die for this country,
So remember and honor them with pride

Monday, November 5, 2012

I Am The Exile Then

I am an exile then, some other land
beneath another sun must have been mine.
I speak a new language and clasp your hand,
I taste the grapes from your vine,
They are sour, bitter to my mouth,
I don't enjoy such,
missing home, both north and south!
I prefer my own kind of fruit,
peaches or oranges are sweet and good,
I dwell on words that's soft
with friends and eyes,
gentle and aloft.

Hyde Park Thursday Poets Rally Week 76: October 31-November 7, 2012