Duane's New Poe Tree : A.J. Anwar

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Wednesday, July 31, 2019

A.J. Anwar writes

Proof of Life

That little round clock
ticking on the wall
is the proof
that life
continues
even when the house
is empty
and power
is turned off
to save energy.
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Wednesday, July 10, 2019

A.J. Anwar redux

Love is the Language of the Rain

1/
rains embrace all trees
cold but heartwarming
---sweet wet

2/
a couple open up an umbrella
then walk through together
feeling ever closer one another

3/
flowers and trees smile thereafter
water sipped into their veins
life is the language of the rain

Landscape with Rain -- Vasily Kandinsky

A.J. Anwar redux

Spammers

Life is hard and trying and they

are faithfully busy making a living

choking us blue with stinking garbage

but, alas, if we get away and leave them

they’ll die. Their extended family will die!

And so we stay and be heroic

martyrs we are---not by choice

day in and day out they’d shove more

stinking junk, faithfully killing for living

And when will it due, when we all die blue

A.J. Anwar redux

On Election Day

your voice is a brick

together we build a wall

keeping falsehood out

your voice the nation needs
to shelter and nurture love
when votes speak up

your voice is the hope of all
a loud shout when united
for a home of the people

Nine men, incarcerated and mouthless -- Chandragupta Thenuwara

A poet is, if
you permit,
an inflated
version of
intransiences
who utters
fewest, earthly,
words
believing
to have offered
the sacred world
to random
passers-by
on a busy
street,
while refuting
any oversight
or futility
or anything
otherwise,
and this might
include you
and I.