Buttaci
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THE SOUL'S QUEST FOR ATTENTIONA Poem by Buttacihow wise I think I amwhen I pretend the inner sounds I hearreflect hunger or discomfortinstead of being my soulsworn to secrecyrustling its beingf.. |
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IF WE KNEW HOW MANY BREATHSA Poem by Buttaciif we knew how many breathswe had in this fragile life of ourswe might apportion them wiselya certain number to satisfya particular need or wishwe wou.. |
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YOU FED ME POEMSA Poem by Buttaciat death's door you fed me teaspoons of poetryupon which I nibbledwith a pale dry mouth believing if anythingcould save me from walking throughthe sep.. |
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GRUDGESA Poem by Buttacilet's throw away the grudges we saveempty the contents of the boxinto a fast-moving riverwhere so much dead driftwood not worth holding on tocan float.. |
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Haiku: GOD'S KINDNESSA Poem by Buttaciwhen the red robinbobs its head at the puddleGod shows His kindness |
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BECOME ONE WITH NATUREA Poem by Buttacisometimes I wish I could break myself downinto so many microscopic moleculesand ride the wind or nestle with snowflakesor refresh myself in the teemin.. |
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Haiku: LIFEA Poem by Buttacilife's a bird's eye view--most of what we see is gonebefore we know it |
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SHOULD POEMS BE WEAPONS?A Poem by Buttacishould poems have sharp pointslike spears or knivesso poets can arm themselvesagainst adversities?there is power in the wordsthat stalk across the lin.. |
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