Posts tagged with ‘Poetry by me’

  • My New Poem: Permission

    By on June 6, 2013

    Permission We are humbly obedient to the Mind that made us programmed as it were as God’s image and...

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    Polly Castor
  • New Poem By Me: Wandering Stars

    By on May 4, 2013

    All Wandering Stars I am a transplanted Michigander germinated in New York City before setting down roots in small...

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    Polly Castor
  • New Poem by Me: Benign

    By on April 24, 2013

    Benign   a happy word like being nine again the hop, skip and jump of it a relief a...

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    Polly Castor
  • My New Easter Poem: Fruitful Bounty

    By on March 31, 2013

    Jesus as the apple of God’s eye/ dripping red from a leafless, two branched tree/ drops, full-orbed and ripe,/...

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    Polly Castor
  • New Poem by Me: Bolts in a Fabric Shop

    By on March 20, 2013

    Gorgeous color all lined up, waiting/ on inspiration, cash or diligence/ potential energy, gaping/ on tip toe tender-hooks/ leaning...

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    Polly Castor
  • New Poem by me: Immunity and Impunity

    By on January 17, 2013

    Did God make guns?/ I don't think so./ What about disease?/ I don't think God made that either. ...

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    Polly Castor
  • My Haiku for 12/12/12

    By on December 12, 2012

    Triple twelve's today; the last repetitive date we will ever see.

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    Polly Castor
  • New Poem: An Ode to Sandy

    By on November 4, 2012

    When I was five I walked by myself each day to kindergarten/ after being shown the seven block...

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    Polly Castor
  • Poem by me: A Torch to Light My Way

    By on October 23, 2012

    The tree is ablaze/ in the early morning rays/ its smokeless branches/ are flames/ licking/...

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    Polly Castor
  • Poem: On the Other Side of the Peninsula

    By on October 4, 2012

    The breeze is gentle here/ on the other side of the peninsula,/ away from the incoming wind,/ where the...

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    Polly Castor
  • New Poem by me: That Old Picnic Table Feeling

    By on September 21, 2012

    The weathered picnic table/ is missing as much paint as it retains,/ splintering me, where my elbow rests/ and...

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    Polly Castor
  • My New Poem: What Does the Christ Do?

    By on July 25, 2012

    The Christ: wakes us from every nightmare/ removes apathy, terror, frustration and distress/ annihilates distraction, procrastination, and inhibition/...

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    Polly Castor

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