Maurice
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With the Passing of TimeA Poem by MauriceGetting up from my bed used to be so easy.I felt neither pain nor stress when I did.Walking around the city used to be funAnd I could attend the galle.. |
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As Winter EntersA Poem by MauriceFrost that coversConquered groundBiting through the airIn unrestrained furyAs puddles of iceLine the streetsStill granted respiteFrom the deadly rime... |
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A Portrait of DepressionA Poem by MauriceSurrounded by a spectrumOf colors and shapes,I try to seeBeyond the grayThat follows me everywhereAnd blocks the sun.The days go byOne by oneAnd tomor.. |
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On a Summer DayA Poem by MauriceThe earth basksIn the summer sun;Seated at sidewalk cafésAre people resting momentarilyFrom the frenzyWhile on the sidewalkLies somebodyForgott.. |
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Calling a TruceA Poem by MauriceI know you don't want me nowAnd I feel the same about youBut fighting makes no sense anyhowAnd it wastes our energies, too.Don't you think it's time t.. |
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As One HeartA Poem by MauriceIt doesn't really matter nowThat you and I are far apartWhat matters more is really howWe're still connecting heart to heart.I know each evening my th.. |
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A Day in the Life of a Homeless ManA Poem by MauriceI wake up in a crowded barracks full of noise and dirtTo hear the blaring sounds of boom boxes and radio preachers shoutingHow they can save our souls.. |
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A Bill of DivorcementA Poem by MauriceIn the Jewish ritual of divorce, a scribe-written parchment document called a get is given by the husband to the wife. |
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Ars Poetica NovaA Poem by Maurice'Tis not my pen that speaks in verseNor quill that talks in rhyme.It's not my style to be so terseOr trite most all the time.My thoughts flow freely, .. |