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All the Beauty Heaven Bears
Probably one of the single most sad moments possible in a parent’s life is surviving the death of a child. All the Beauty Heaven Bears by Michael Romani Against all sense In a world grown dense A child’s life has … Continue reading
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Tagged Bear, Beauty, Belief, Brave, Child, Child's Life, Crumble, Death, Dense, Dream, End, Everything, Grief, Heaven, Incandescent, Moment, Nothing, Out Live, Pain, Parent, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Sad, Sense, Sorrow, Stardust, Stars, Stumble, Surreal, Tomorrow
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The Wrong of Pop
Dedicated to Taylor Swift’s latest effort: The Wrong of Pop by Michael Romani A penchant for speaking truth Ove humble country strums Might speak of passion and youth But offer no excuse for Jazzercize drums Idiosyncratic bits of garish tackiness … Continue reading
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Tagged Catchiness, Confront, Country, Disbelief, Empty, End Game, Excuse, Frazzle, Grief, Helium, Humble, Indignity, Jazzercize, Passion, Perception, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pop, Prep Rally, Selfie, Shelf, Smug, Sonic, Spill, Strum, Tacky, Taylor Swift, Tricks, Truth
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To Live and Die American
Flickr has broken my Flickr account. Not sure what I will do for photographs now or if I’ll ever be able to retrieve them. Meanwhile as I wait for their next response on the destruction they’ve done, I guess I’ll … Continue reading
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Tagged American, Belief, Birth, Blind, Change, Character, Circumstance, Code, Correct, Death, Define, Difference, Dream, Eternal, Fight, Freedom, Good, Grief, Happy, Illuminate, Injustice, Journey, Lady Justice, Life, Light, Live and Die, Mind, Mistake, Photograph, Plan, Poem, Poetry, Right, Shade, Stars, Success, Sun, Talk, Walk
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Like Dominoes Falling
On this the 18th day of Na/GloPoWriMo, the challenge is to write an elegy in which the sadness is based less on abstraction than concrete verbiage that helps a person feel the depth of sorrow felt. To that degree, I … Continue reading
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Tagged Abyss, Anger, Behind, Brave, Brilliance, Brother, Carry, Close, Cry, Curse, Dad, Darkness, Deadly, Death, Die, Domino, Dose, Explode, Fall, Family, Fear, Firefighter 54, Foot, Forget, Friends, Frown, God, God Parents, Grief, Grieve, Hell, Helpless, Implode, Me, Memory, Mom, Next, Pass, Pen to Paper, Photograph, Poem, Poet, Poetry, Pox, Pray, Prayer, Read, Resilience, Secret, Severe, Sister, Slow, Smile, Stars, Step, Stiff Upper Lip, Talk, There, Thought, Time, Torn, Upside Down, Walk, Weight, Whisper, Wonder, World, Write, Year
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On Outrunning Grief
You cannot outrun grief. On Outrunning Grief by Michael Romani It has been said And I assume it’s true Words from inside my head That same for me; the same for you You hide yours in a diary I keep … Continue reading
Echo Chambers of Disbelief
Beware the monsters under our beds.. but worse still are the monsters just behind the veneer we casually wear…. Echo Chambers of Disbelief by Michael Romani In a thousand seedy places There are monsters behind faces Playing cleverly as saying … Continue reading
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Tagged After, Cancer, Chamber, Chase, Choke, Clever, Commotion, Dancer, Death, Depth, Disaster, Disbelief, Dream, Dreamer, Echo, Emotion, Facade, Face, Friend, Grace, Grief, Illusion, Irony, Know, Life Dream, Monster, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Pretend, Seedy Place, Shallow, Stillborn
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The Faith of the Grail
Knight means servant. In today’s mockery of history, that’s overlooked. It’s in my heritage. Certainly, I am flawed as well. Let’s hope that in the end the things I struggle for are remembered with greater fondness? The Faith of the … Continue reading
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Tagged Belief, Blame, Courage, Darkest Hours, Defense, Faith, Faithfulness, False Rock, Grail, Grief, He, Hell, His Name, History, Holy, Jesus, Knight, Known, Love, Peace, Photograph, Poem, Poetry, Power, Safe, Scared, Servant, Shown, Talk, Temple, True Believer, Truth, Walk, Worldly Power
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Questions of the Soul
When you are or at least feel that you’re most alone do you hear them? Questions of the Soul by Michael Romani Old injuries often breath again Like phantom limbs reaching out like friends This place; these people; often confuse … Continue reading
