Caring need not mean
carrying another’s burden;
nor lifting a load too heavy
to bear alone,
yet often does.
There is a danger of injury
in shifting loads.
Better to brace
weakened strength
and leave the load in place.
Better to widen the stance
on planted feet
solidly grounded
while arms embrace.
Better to dance together.
this, too, lightens a load
with far more grace
and less harm.
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Too bright a light
washes the image
from our sight,
and blurs the edges
as if night
hid the view
in plain sight.
Spotlights have their use.
Their brilliance overrides
the fear of missing
what disaster often hides:
Scenes of tortures
deep and wide
meant to remain hidden.
“Smaller is better”
says the mother of a short child,
in a tiny house, with a small income.
“Too big is too wild”
she states without guile;
“It is the tiny smile
which touches hearts”.
The twinkling stars
in the darkest sky
remind us how far
our souls have journeyed.
And the star atop the tree
joins those strings of lights
to brighten our way.
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I hide behind
the oligarchs
who hold
true power.
And, thus, I cower.
I hide behind
Their super PACs
where they hold
their true power.
And thus, I cower.
I hide behind
their media outlets
whose talent lies
In the glower of power.
And thus, I cower.
I hide behind
their channeled wealth
washed through the fortress
of my tower.
And thus, I cower.
Coward that I am.
Coward that I.
Coward that.
Coward.
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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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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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DAVE
4-2-2013
Louise Annarino
Too often poems
fall out of my eyes
washed onto my cheeks
by tears of joy
or sorrow.
Joy to have known you
in shared sinew and bone
with a long history
carried in common DNA
and family name.
Sorrow at the loss
of a future of mutual
knowing,sharing,caring
for those whom we both
love……………always.
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HUNGER
Louise Annarino
4-23-2013
I hunger
for bleu cheese and gazpacho
in a chilled glass
on a hot day
after mowing the lawn,
cutting tart scents
from dry sod,
inviting rain
to keep it green, and alive
like my love for you.
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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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THE GAME OF PRETEND
Louise Annarino
4-23-2013
Underpaid taxes
and overrun budgets
shutter rec-centers
factories
schools
hope
while dog parks flourish
with barks of pleasure
by pets at leisure
well fed,well groomed,well vetted,
paraded,protected pooches
while homeless children
follow unemployed parents
left behind middle class time
to unfamilar beds
at night,
up and out
at dawn
to make it through
one more day
without childhood play.
Thus, we pretend
our children are okay.
“Whoof”!
Time to feed the dog.
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Driving Nails
Louise Annarino
4-23-2013
Voices heard in the distance,
words scattered by cold winds
and the grunting song of tires
on pavement.
Voices not angry but shriveled,
but nevertheless shouted
into the wind,
against the traffic
passing beneath the roof
on which they stand,
tools in hand,
ordering edges and driving nails
into soft shingles.
Better to remain
silent
amidst such violence.
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