Category Archives: American Poetry

Onward

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Texas-Rain-2011“Fly! Angel, Fly!”

Pulling down from the Heavens,
Drawing down from the skies,
Glorious blue orbs of Life,
Tears of the Angel to quench our thirst,
Soft bullets of peace to fill the rivers,
Passionate, cleansing curtain to wring us new.

Propelled by thunder,
Powered by lightning,
Driven by myriad winds,
Swollen armies of the battle above,
Raging to give us fresh blood,
Delivering us from yesterday.

Joe Wooldridge
June 18, 2011 3:56am

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In Transit (Poem from June 18, 2011)

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In Transit

Welcome to the future I
Just left for it yesterday
Long scrabbling, straggling scroll down Life’s hallway

How is it we know so little past the sands of Egypt?
If we’re so advanced, how come we can’t build
The Great Pyramid again even if we wanted to?

From Babel, we babble in scores
Of lashing, clashing tongues
Missing the canopy of watery heavens

Much as India is, with too many wild monkeys
In our midst – playing at being people
Not enough vimanas to go around for The Great Escape.

Joe Wooldridge
June 18, 2011 at 3:17am

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