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I believe in charity -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

I believe in charity -Simple but profound -Joy made compound -Spurred momentarily.One act - hand to hand -Across the bridge -Is one’s privilegeF..

A dream is a butterfly

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

A dream is a butterflyFresh from the cocoonThat is realized and soonFlutters up into the skyOr faltering, goes astrayIs suddenly killedWhile young sti..

Sweat is the other garment

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Sweat is the other garment You wear in the desertWhen the only water is in the cactus And all but the flies are inertBut a cool layer of sweat Is a hi..

City lights, city lights -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

City lights, city lights -Look at all the city lights!Some are red, some are blue -Some light up a roof -Such are our summer nights.A therapeutic wind..

My spirit cannot be bridled

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

My spirit cannot be bridled For it is as wild as fire -As innocent as a child And in secrecy, has desires.My body cannot contain it - No, because of h..

An inhospitable truth I have

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

An inhospitable truth I have To carry throughout my lifeThat must stay buried in my heart - What a terrible truth!It dances on my tongue When I feel s..

A profusion of great heat

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

A profusion of great heat Rose up and oppressed my mind.So few were signs of retreat It stifled an alarm seldom heard.Philosophy says the mind And bod..

Death, to me, is a stranger;

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Death, to me, is a stranger; I know not his whereabouts.I’ve seen him but haven’t heard - I know of him but we’ve not met.He spoke a..

Tell me something more -

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Tell me something more -Something about yourselfI’ve never heard beforeLazily. It’ll helpPass an afternoonAs hot as thisFor August is afoo..

Low dust clouds bristled

A Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Low dust clouds bristled In the sky but I did not see;A lone grackle whistled A warning I did not perceive.The world would not cease turning In its cr..