Tag: Poets for Tsunami Relief

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Poet Robert Smith

Now it’s beautiful

Now it’s beautiful.

The snow drips from the heavens
in white large frozen tears of
the angels and i am hypnotized
like a man struck by just how
a woman walking can leave him
speechless.

Now it’s beautiful.

Whereas before it was rainy
and gloomy, and the snow was
black and iced hard except for
the slush that was loose and ready
to give out under you no matter
how well you strut. But,

now it’s beautiful,

and i sit in the dark here in my
room. 15 stories from the ground
and the dripping tears dance
backlit by the lights of Times Square
and all i can think of is

now it’s beautiful.

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Robert Smith is a poet originally from Outside of Buffalo, NY, who lived in California, but now lives in Georgia. His Twitter page @rasmithii says he tweets his poems “from an airport near you.”

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Poet Brandee Baltzell


Taking Back

The sea lunges forth
To claim her sacred bounty
Snatched from Earth’s lax grasp


Brandee Baltzell calls herself a “fledgling poet & writer.” She lives in Surprise, Arizona.


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Poet Mark Stratton


Poem for Japan

The music of children playing
A smile warms my face

Vibrant blues stretch for
Deepening reds on arms

Cardinal hiding in a bush
Flew there ‘pon approach

Crows circling high above
Lazing through the summer sky

Cool of the evening
Ending a summers day

Mark Stratton is the editor of Cats With Thumbs literary blogzine. He lives in Columbia, MO, USA with his wife and three cats, and says he ‘scribbles on occasion.’


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Poet Robert Smith (@rasmithii )

breathe goodbye

my hands touch her warm flesh
floating across her skin as if
guided by some unseen
presence.
the curves of her shoulders,
the flow of her waist
the softness of her
thighs.

I am humbled by her body

Gathering strength
from the hole inside me
as I say, see you soon, babe,
leaving the room, with a sigh
the tubes are
pulled.

the alarm sounds and together we breathe goodbye.

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Robert Smith is a poet originally from Outside of Buffalo, NY, who lived in California, but now lives in Georgia. His Twitter page @rasmithii says he tweets his poems “from an airport near you.”

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Poet Kayla Stewart, age 5

I Believe

I believe
God is everything

everything soft
not hard

even the sun
and the rain

Kayla Mae Stewart is a five-year-old poet and artist. She lives in Quebec, Canada with her parents and two demanding cats.

Ed’s note:
Kayla doesn’t attend church, though she has gone to a couple Sunday school meetings with her cousins (and loved it). Don’t think I’ve talked about God much with her, only to say what I believe, that he watches over us, so this one blew me away. Yesterday, after school, Kayla was talking about how her teacher was saying sometimes things are real that you can’t see. I piped up “Maybe like God,” and she went on to say exactly what I transcribed above. She said it, and I wrote it down as a poem, to share with you.

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