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Omaha Beach, Jon Malchiodi

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My only friend Bill sits beside me.

He smells like booze and is burning,

Fly With Me, Meagan Pessolano

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I drink to our love tonight

Cheers to all the lovers across the seas

Father's 86th Birthday, Douglas K. Currier

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He wonders why he should go another year.

He can barely walk; he can't grip with his hands

Trap, Susan Johnson

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A loud snap, a mouse half-trapped

one leg caught, one free, still leaping

Library Of The Lost, Howard R. Wolf

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He had spent years paying attention to his elders, and now he was one.

Elegy For Galway Kinnell, David O'Connell

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November, the first snowfall, a confectionary sugar,

is turning now to sleet, the evening's tempo quickening

Funky Fresh, Ryan Girard

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Warm lights flash

Scuffs of roller skates litter the dance floor

You Could Die Laughing (For Sarah Purnell And Especially For Anne), Don Fisher

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I told a co-worker about a mutual friend dying.

She thumbed away one tear.

Nothing, Nathan Rivas

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It's all I have to offer.

Not a penny for the man

shaking his cup,

John, Paul, George And Me, Brian Daldorph

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I was the Beatles' first drummer,

played the first gig at The Cavern

Laundry, Will Walker

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It's what separates us from the beasts.

Plato did not say I only wear

the idea of laundry;

This Man's Life, Brian Daldorph

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If only for a short time

a man has all that he wants:

Escape, Dolores Redfearn

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Mambo sounds provoke the silence, waking the sleepwalkers in the street below.

A Fifth Of Old Crow, Mitch Lescarbeau

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Feathers black as an undertaker's wingtips,

he struts resplendent with a monocle and a walking stick

Laundromat, Sheila Golburgh Johnson

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Out of the washer

endlessly swirling,

damp and wrinkled

and knotted from harsh

The Man Who Will Perform My Colonoscopy, Charles Harper Webb

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As I slouch in the shower, drained by fear

and laxatives, does he look forward to a day

With Birds Flying Below Her, Patricia O'Donnell

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Where Muriel wants to be is sitting on a terrace, one on a mountain with a view of the ocean.

The Acid God & The Anti-Dad, Saint James Harris Wood

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With his dirty blond grown-out Beatles haircut, secondhand Hawaiian silk shirts and second-rate flip-flops

Love Match, Ann Robinson

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Beast with cufflinks and condoms,

studmuffin with biceps a woman could climb,

Oh My Brother, Katie Koumarianos

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The rifle stands wedged into the ground

between standard issue combat boots

The Higher Faith, Elton Glaser

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New Orleans, August 2005

When the floodwaters licked at our ankles

And wind prowled around the house,

Bravo, Lisa Starr

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And when, at last,

September rolls around again,

there is a wild flurry among the leaves

Older Brother, Thomas A. West, Jr.

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As a child I wondered

what the lobster saw in the last second

before it flopped twisting into boiling

Whistler's Mother, Lisa Starr

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"Why I are you whistling?" I ask.

Have I been? He replies.

Is it annoying?

Into The Storm, Tatianna Williams

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Olivia sits in the chair near the silent radio and reaches for her brush with a trembling hand.

The Charleston Church Massacre, David Dragone

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The reporter with perfect hair and perfect teeth

asked Mrs. Tragedy how she felt

now that her innocent son had been gunned down in church.

A Litany For Tender Mercies And Tougher Meats, Sean Gill

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"Reebs, chicken, poke chop, slice beef, chop beef, turkey laig, links, baked pohtatah, boot ann, bolo,

Grounded, Marilyn Ringer

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From the pavement

of the small-town

parking lot I watch

Poems For My Woofie The Story Of Lt. Wilfred V. Michaud, 1st Parachute Battalion, 1st Marine Division, Allison Orr

Honors Projects in English and Cultural Studies

My senior capstone project is the creation of a book of investigative poetry. The subject of the work is my grandfather, Wilfred V. Michaud. He was a lieutenant in the United States Marine Corps during World War II. The poetry addresses the history of Michaud’s battalion and the battles it fought, as well as personal stories of Michaud’s life and experience in the service. Several secondary sources were used to gain historical context for the poetry. Additionally, primary sources were used to provide information about Michaud’s personal experiences. The combination of primary and secondary sources established the necessary background and …

The Dictionary, Ace Boggess

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I keep a dictionary by my bed
in case a word is spoken when I dream