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Akili Amina poet/writer journaling and posting poems as she began her writing career a year ago. Her work has been published in a book, poetry journals, and in an anthology since the start of her blog on June 2008.
(photo courtesy of Israel News agency @http://www.israelnewsagency.com)
The entire world?s bosom thumped as one, as eyes watched the sight of the collision when Steel Birds with outstretched wings commenced attacking cities, American its blue skies became the battleground contrasted positions of sacred religions fighting children of the man named, Abraham opposing latitudes, unparalleled in traditions US invented, now propelled as weapons ninth month of year, day of the eleventh all trading stopped, about the ninth hour un-forecast weather, raining business letters tailored suits, unequipped with feathers desperation?s decision, closed his breath in street?s they ran, from clouds of death breathed through nostrils also their lungs hatred?s emit and power, in collapsed buildings failed to plan on resistance, by its citizens and heroes, who saw to an abrupt landing no success, in reshaping of the pentagon or in our country?s hopes and dreams it is our lives changed, but our honor remains in families? who sacrificed members, true Americans
O! ye who fight the fight and man the war the brave defenders of our curling flag waving, flapping in democracy's soar for the republic; it cracks, as it wags
O! ye who live the fight with arms galore the guards of America's sovereignty for the people and the people it's for, adverse is sweet; if pay, is liberty
O! ye who fought the fight and manned the war on duty for country and it's great creed the declaration from taxation's hoard saints of mercy; march to patriots beat
O! ye who fight the fight and man the war May you return to us; to fight, no more
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We'd like to use all three pieces you sent in either our Oct or Nov issues. Please let me know if they are still available.
What was that? I whisper to the air who wouldn't answer, he was much too busy in rhythmic lulls from our bodies in tuned to the heartbeats of the Earth's core and center, I hum in moans or music without words in our corner of this universe in rhythmic lulls connecting like the umbilical cord of pleasure in frenzied fury I flail, he knows it is in response to his feeding from my womb and center of our rhythmic lulls or re-birth of indulgence womb to man deliverance in a loud, but quiet way in our speck of the universe where labor generates sleep or skin deep lullabies
(wrote in response to the last few words of her last poem in Tracy K. Smith post)
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