http://asset3.pnn.com/graphics/show_square/93/40/image.png http://bayareabagel.pnn.com/5602-poetry?sudomain=bayareabagel http://bayareabagel.pnn.com/5602-poetry Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:59:57 GMT A PNN Broadcast by: Bay Area Bagel Iron bars forever separate<br />Me from the others who look the way I do<br />They are not like me<br />They live in places of light and warmth<br />Where families sit together in<br />Haphazard patterns they carelessly<br />Wear for a single event<br />Only mine had hardened into<br />Intolerable ice<br />Replayed nightly for the entertainment<br />Of a lucky few<br />Who enjoy the squirming misery of the weak<br />Iron bars that hurt my fingers<br />As I grip tightly the invisible lines that<br />Keep me out of the bosom of social warmth<br />That comes of joining in a circle of dance or<br />Faith, a veritable club of belonging<br />I cannot master because I cannot see<br />The way to having faith<br />Iron bars can suck that kind of faith from<br />A person's heart so that even a person who<br />Wonders about God can be fooled into<br />Thinking that nothing has meaning or that<br />People are not rainbows<br />But they are<br /><br /> Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:59:57 GMT Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:59:57 GMT Bay area bagel <div align="center"><font face="Times New Roman, serif" size="3"><br /></font></div><font face="Times New Roman, serif" size="3"><br />A little round piece of grassyplace<br />My body dropped there like clump of refuse down a chute<br />Stuck there<br />Slapped there<br />Flat there<br />Waiting for it<br />Ear to the ground<br />Every little screaming part of me pulls to get away<br />To move<br />Even just to whimper<br />But I cannot<br />I strain and cannot<br />I feel myself in two places<br />I see and pity the flat stuck one<br />I am lifted<br />I leave her behind I feel no pain<br />Save the aching pity<br />I fly away<br />The hunter is poised.<br /><br /></font> Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:56:59 GMT Mon, 07 Apr 2008 03:56:59 GMT Bay area bagel