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Street Poetry
Street Roots • February 13-19, 2015
Atom Bomb
Our Game
by Michone Nettles
by Mike Vance
When the world turns
We also move as chess
Pieces in the game of life
Not knowing the next move of our game.
Playing by ear, we move to the next square in‘a silent game,
Our opponent being quizzed on.
The spot training says that
You can’t go to heaven with a big gun!
Life is what it is
But there is more than death that
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Does us part. Smile at the tree
That your branch came from.
Baptism by fire
Iwalk through the universe
In flames
Searing inferno consume me now
Purify my soul
Make me se e .
What I should be
Burn all contempt
Apathy and complacency out of me
And you.
Ignite our passion
Intense and rare
Char the numbness
Renew the rapture of life
Bringing rebirth after blessed
Rebirth of love
The gift that must
Never be left to wither
In the cold
Burn higher
Brighter than the sun
Leaving what we once called light
Behind us in the ashes
Out of which
The sun shall
Never rise again
Why?
by Dan Newth
Why is it each time
I look at you,
Your beauty grows?
Why is it
When you talk to me
I take a breath
And my tongue trips
As I blurt a reply?
I wish you were as close;
As the butterflies
In my stomach.
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