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Gone Fishin'

by Delmar Pepper

I've finished life's chores assigned to me,
So put me on a boat headed out to sea.
Please send along my fishing pole
For I've been invited to the fishin' hole.

Where every day is a day to fish,
To fill your heart with every wish.
Don't worry, or feel sad for me,
I'm fishin' with the Master of the sea.

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Disabled

by Wilfred Owen

He sat in a wheeled chair, waiting for dark,
And shivered in his ghastly suit of grey,
Legless, sewn short at elbow. Through the park
Voices of boys rang saddening like a hymn,
Voices of play and pleasure after day,
Till gathering sleep had mothered them from him.

About this time Town used to swing so gay
When glow-lamps budded in the light blue trees,
And girls glanced lovelier as the air grew dim,-

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Where I'm from

by Kimani Hare

I am from the kindness of the “oh so talkative” Scott family

And the hard work born from the “ever-stubborn” Hare’s

From traffic-ridden highways and serene rushing rivers

To classes where I was one in two to one and fifteen

Where folks packed the morning streets to break from spaghetti junctions and impending traffic jams

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Poem

by Elizabeth Bishop

About the size of an old-style dollar bill,
American or Canadian,
mostly the same whites, gray greens, and steel grays
-this little painting (a sketch for a larger one?)
has never earned any money in its life.
Useless and free., it has spent seventy years
as a minor family relic handed along collaterally to owners
who looked at it sometimes, or didn't bother to.

It must be Nova Scotia; only there

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Xx

by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each ?--
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--

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Recent Life Poems

84. Life Untouched

by Kea Campbell

Flowers blossom, blooming allergies.
Every eye, sightly blessed.
Spring!— attacks my immunity and I whiff defeat.
Nonetheless, a treat by scent.

Even us alone, the wind knows no hush.
Whispering through evergreens.
Articulating each leaf.
Talking to the river, who gossips downstream.

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83. Distinction

by Kea Campbell

I can't hear my thoughts so I need a pen and paper.
But here you are, reading this from your Instagram feed, with the privilege of being a brain-rot fiend.

What you're reading on your screen reflects a few parts of me, an embodiment of my past, and someone I vowed to never be.
It's confusing to see all sides of me at once with a plus one of doppelgänger Kea.

So just imagine how I might feel when my mind is a deadbeat while my heart searches for the call of The King.
You consume my digital footprint and claim to know the real me.
I find that impressive without us ever having a conversation.
Nonetheless unbiased and preconceived-free.

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82. Off The Walls

by Kea Campbell

Can you wait, or is it time to lash out from hate?
They manipulate and degrade your brain until the cancer takes over and mental illness starts to control you and rash emotions disown your logic until there's no more room for the kind side of you.

But you fight back until the flashbacks cut loose to past relapses and on my arms I read maps and I'm retracing old paths because I've seen these patterns before and now they're reborn just to let me tour for four years what it's like to restore my core only to find out that that time was pre-war to this year's deplore.

I'm hurdling redundancy and ducking self-destruction like Temple Run running from peers but the light flickers dim like a BIC and every time I look back and to the front I consider reversing the roles to play the hunter.
Oops, I meant haunter because it's the little things that make or break your sane until the only options are "It's fine, I'm okay" or planning the date you pave your fate to the grave.

Watch out for Lady Karma when you start dumping your drama like trauma from childhood but that's no excuse for the Hell you put me through because if you're consuming my lyrical bis with reiteration permits you're old enough to quit playing victim and narcissist and egoist;
Well shoot, here's a list: self-proclaimed Jesus' kid, two faced, evil, villain, r(e)aper (of joy), dishonest, fake friend who's in it to win it but 'it' is a Hell ticket, one-way, so enjoy the adult beverages and good luck with the glass of flames.

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81. Grounded

by Kea Campbell

There's a fire in my brain with steam shooting from both ears, and a flame in each eye boiling every droplet of tear.

I'm trying to keep my thoughts from getting too out of hand, because a long time ago I told myself that joking about suicide was banned.

Next year should breeze, and I'll see the now through trivial lenses.
But this temper is untamable, and I already feel Death's commencements.

'Too far gone' hasn't even left yet,
But sometimes I ask myself if I'd rather an open or closed casket.

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80. I'm saving up for ’25-‘26’s memories

by Kea Campbell

I'm saving up for ’25-‘26’s memories with monthly deposits and cutting back on my happiness sprees.
I was living at a bus stop and running low on life, but last night "He kindly stopped for me."

This world has been budgeting my joy for quite some time, and I've suffered from peer’s poses and fables.
Still, I attempt to conceal their incompetence because, "If you take your neighbor to court, do not betray another’s confidence."

What you see could completely mislead you from the candor in any situation.
The claims you hear could source from one’s spiteful attempts to tarnish another’s reputation.

Coasting on comfortability in adventuring my newfound paves. Exploratory is past-due, and sorry for overstaying my welcome if we were only meant to be introduced.

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