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A daily poem selected by the editor from submissions to Listen & Be Heard Poetry Cafe blog.

Winds of Change

I want to arrive on the wings of a dove hear the rustle of my feath- ers in the winds of change.

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Honesty

A reflection is fated, pre-destined to acquire each line in the brow each decision how made without stopping to inquire.

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Spacewoman’s Love Song

Should I compare you to a summer’s night?
Dawn would arrive too soon to count your charms:
Dark clouds might hide the full moon from my sight,
And it’s summer that soon the fall disarms:

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To Give or to Get

from “Mission of Love” In a place where love is not spoken of many things happen behind a closed door, but the truest, most exact acts of love are those which entice us to search for more. We leave two

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white spider white

wise spider wise won spider won white spider white wide spider wide womantick spider womantick soupwhys spider soupwhys wood spider wood [ad#adroll-1]

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Multi-Media Moetry

Midnight mache moving movie moments machinating moods mobile modalities meals mundane missives metering minutes macho macro mochas moderating modernism

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ten thousand soldiers

nine thousand nine hundred and ninety nine   times     out of     ten thousand     the true hero     will go   marching     nameless and faceless       into the    

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Poetry for Today

Poetry for today isn’t like yesterday because we learned something yesterday that we keep close in our memory today combined with stuff we forgot that will be part of tomorrow’s lesson.

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Love Test

from lines for Goddess in the play “Mission of Love” by martha cinader. If you did not know love but wanted to, would you attempt to devise a love test? Could you distinguish what is false from true, and perform

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Ode to Chris Anderson

Chris was originally from Chicago. No one ever sounded like him on the piano like a stream that flows on and on and on. No one ever will. While he still lived in Chicago he played a gig with Charlie

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