Three times the weight
Of a closed door
Is enough to stop passage.
Three times the height
Of a ladder against the roof
Is enough to stop the climb.
Three times the width
Of a bag of mulch
Is enough to lose the grip.
Three times the depth
Of the sea bottom
Is enough to stop the free dive.
They need not tell us we cannot
Open the door,
Climb the ladder,
Lift the bag,
Dive into the sea.
They just need to make it so difficult
We can no longer
Even try.
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If ever
I let you lie
to me
I shall die.
Oh?
Not stop breathing.
You will not see
a corpse,
only a dead soul.
Dead to what is real
life.
Alive to what does not
exist.
No life.
No existence.
I shall need more lies
as sustenance,
food for a dead soul.
I shall have lost
my appetite
for truth.
Nothing beautiful
could grow,
could become more,
could inspire
life around me.
I would no longer be
part of reality.
So stop!
Just stop lying.
You are killing more than
the unvaccinated.
You are killing
my soul.
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THE EDGE OF TIME Louise Annarino April 18,2020 No one knows what day it is anymore. Time drifts past exit ramps and leads us into the unknown, while fearsome animals lurk on city streets left vacant too long. Just long enough to remind us of a long distant past when the sun shone clear and unencumbered by exhaust fumes and coal ash. Exhausted by its weight time pushes us down where we can no longer damage the very air so many now struggle to breathe. Breathe! Breathe! Breathe this clean air! Unembraceable by another soul embrace the air and water and soil as if it were your mother. Remember her for she has not forgotten you. At the edge of time we discover our family is much larger than we remember. When we pull back from the edge will we forget?
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The Lost Soul
There is no place of safety;
no where to run or hide.
I buried pride a long time ago
beneath the snow of cold hearts,
torn apart by fearful rhetoric
and unsung praise,
a dire malaise that yearns
for all it can learn
of love despite the risk
of loss. I would toss out
the loud mouth lout
who risks discovery of
my presence,and stay silent
if I could,but I cannot
stifle the scream of words
held in check lest they
terrify and distract
from the solution to
dark pollution of a soul.
Where is the Light?
Where is the Peace?
Where is the God
who created the innocence
now lost,perhaps forever?
War changes all.
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Hire A Better Liar,by Louise Annarino,2-14-2014
The art of deception is a dark art
measured in small paces
inch by inch
by small people,Citizens United,
who would constrict our knowledge
and deny our freedom to decide
for ourselves where truth resides.
“Truth in Advertising” is an oxymoron.
Political or consumer goods,
it matters not.
Truth can be bought
on the open market
by secret buyers,Citizens United,
and hidden liars.
Spring is Near,by Louise Annarino,January 25,2014
Spring will come
made more glorious
by the furious
blast of winter snow.
Grab hope by your fist
folded gently over fear.
Spring is near.
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Trees tightly spun against the sky
encased in ice,
reflected light glows
on the leaves of pin oaks
like tangerine skins
glistening and scrumptious
making my mouth water
with hunger
for trees.
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TODAY’S NEWS,Louise Annarino,11-22-2013
The competition ‘s fierce
below the belt
way, called
only when the last
vestige of truth falls
sway, to better ratings
or promotions too
irresistable to ignore
another day.
Used to be I thought
the news a place
to hear, or read
the truth, a space
free of biased interface;
not simply lining the pockets
of those who piece
together from whole cloth
with stitches too loose,
too unsure,too fragile
to rely upon,
splitting open seams
in a false replay
of what happened today.
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FRIENDS
Louise Annarino
4-23-2013
We were never shipmates,
nor colleagues, nor neighbors,
not even partners in crime.
But, I know you
As I know my own palm;
its lines of health,destiny,and love
mapped in my flesh for all to see.
From the moment we clasped hands
our lives and lines intertwined
to complete the puzzled maze
I
thought
I
alone
could complete.
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WE ARE ALL HOMELESS
Louise Annarino
4-23-2013
Carefully we watch them
from the corner of our eye only,
clumsily clutching garbage bags,
closely held,
precious
as they are not,
and we doubt they ever were
as they clamber down the bank
to huddle under bridges
to nowhere,
to no one,
within our ability
to imagine.
Their suffering is not a failure
It is we who suffer
a failure of the imagination.
Why we fear to face them,
fear to look them in the eye
and see our own suffering.
It would be too much,
no bag large enough
to hold such baggage
as we carry.
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