Best Steadied Poems

We'd laid old George to rest the week before,
at ninety-one he now rejoined his wife,
no heirs to his estate, so one thing more
to do, and...

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God allowed him to see through their eyes,
feel their cries,
understand their plight,
with his body, but with their sight,
the alley way shimmered,
the night stars glimmered,
and the...

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The old ladies 
march onto the elevator,
steadied by their canes, 
each a shrunken frailty
wrapping an unending soul-- 
they are going to watch 
young people dance...

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Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath 
my worn out...

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I ran out of breath on the road to Mumbai ...

    Not for sake of dust or smog or even health. I...

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“Rebuild anew”, he says to me.
The one of stillness ‘neath the sea.
“Rise to the shore; as one we stand.
This hardened castle borne of sand 
conceals...

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* Many years now since this very talented, very HUMAN guy left us … those holes never fill, and he is sorely missed. (This is...

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Happy birthday, Mom
I wonder how many years have passed by
Since I gave you my first tenuous smile 
Since you steadied my first faltering step
Since the...

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I was restless all the night,
The demoness softly singing a haunting tune
The Holy Spirit sifted in swirls around me,
And she touched with her claws its...

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Dawn broke
The eastern pink sky
Drew across the stars
As they faded and lost to the night

 

I called the eagle
To guide me
Piercing whistle
That I learnt as...

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She strains to find her footing in orthopedic shoes
       my grandmother's clop-clop walk to me
    ...

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I don't care anymore. You are the most wonderful thing I've ever seen in my life. 
Everytime you look at me I want to explode....

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11:45 pm

Spot light’s glare, shadows rocking 
Wooden stage moving beneath my feet
Worn of past performances, steadied for the new breed
Bottles line the edge, dead soldiers,...

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Across the ridges, flats and ranges, in print, on radio and stages,
you may hear this tale wherever you may go.
Sometimes a stranger may confide, about...

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Parched and dry, this barren field stretches,
I wander, head hung low,
staring at the emptiness eclipsing my thoughts
Brittle blades of grass disappear beneath 
my worn out...

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