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The Poetry Of...
Nathan A. Baker..........................................
We Haven’t Learned To Sing
It seems we haven't learned to sing,
Some less fond of remembering;
Civilization is an illusion of games
Binding peace with ball & chain.
A new year and still we war
Like barbarians without a choice;
Innocence dies as governments roar,
And brutality raises its ugly voice.
Lives silenced, families disillusioned,
No help for the torn amid war's confusion.
Politicians campaign and talk of change
While fires burn and soldiers rage.
It seems we haven't learned to sing
Some less fond of remembering
Love's Silhouette
Dead oak limbs against sky
Gray bark cracked and decaying
The rigid skeleton stands
Lightning strike boiled its sap
It was three years dying
Saying its goodbyes in halves
A towering oak half withering
Three more springs and green leaves
But only on the side living
Life is like that sometimes
Dividing things in half
Love was intended to be whole
Not a dead tree's silhouette
Against a setting winter sun
Bird of Peace
Perched
On power line
A gray dove sits
Eyes fixed
On blue distance
Cars and buses
Inch like metal
Creatures
Beneath
The solitary bird
Five winters
Huddled quietly
Down fluffed
And dreaming
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