You and I
You and I is an eAnthology. The anthology may be issued as a pocket book - in hard copy. The first You and I is available from Amazon Books
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You and I
2010
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WHY AREOGRAMS ARE ALWAYS BLUE
Because of the distance to you.
Because the wind fades,
dries out the verbs
until the background they've
leaned against blends
with the sky.
The blue reflects your eyes.
No, that's a lie, I don't
remember them, only the
feeling in my hands, some
thing longing, aching the
blue in my veins a fast
blue burning barriers
lyn lifshin
Lyn Lifshin's ANOTHER WOMAN WHO LOOKS LIKE ME was published by Black Sparrow at David Godine October, 2006. It has been selected for the 2007 Paterson Award for Literary Excellence for previous finalists of the Paterson Poetry Prize.
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LATENT ADVANTAGE
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I have written letters and e-mails,
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instant messages to a heart I know nothing about,
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but hold in the abode of my aching soul.
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Can't help but make you the one who will make new
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the man I am so sad and blue,
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when, when will it come true?
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dream of a love too impossible
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influence the tide of time and the variables of chance
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will fall onto the side of our latent advantage.
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----Joseph G. Phillips
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Jennifer Cahill
Memoir
To witness an unforsaken love.
No sad words, lyric or one despising
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A hand to hold, a need to rise above
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Life consumed, its grip is expiring
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A knowledge yet to be discovered
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Despite for centuries progress so swift.Has yet to resurrect the beloved
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For gone is a smile to uplift
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No broken spirit, ‘tis only body
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Unscathed thy soul, a candle that burns
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With timelessness not forgotten
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A sinner who at times, yes, still yearns. .
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Jennifer Cahill
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Jeome Brooke
Silk and Steel
Turning, turning, the red token waved,
Turning in the air.
Hearing the cheers, the High Queen smiled,
Our Lady once fair.
On his black, brave steed, the knight held high,
Then set, his iron lance.
His wild, brave horse reared, pawed the dusk
Then did proudly dance.
High, high was his heart, high was his lance,
His cold, iron lance.
Fast, fast was the charge, fast the dance,
Their reckless dance.
Racing, racing, two iron warriors now rode,
Rode, and did clash
Riding, riding, lances aflame, raced the men,
Raced to cut, and slash.
Jerome Brooke
Fair Lady
Red, red was the blood of the Emerald Knight,
Her dying knight.
Red, red were the lips of the queen, fair lady,
Now in his sight.
Lips of cruelty, lips of fire, lips of love,
Red, red lips.
Red, red were her claws, red her fangs,
Red at the tips.
Jerome Brooke