Grant House Poems

Fatal flaw
Moment of irreconcilable difference awakening
The downward spiral turning point
The unforgivable thing
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Tonight's sky
The one that you and I
Fell from as stardust
That sky
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What stories might the stitches tell
Of times and people not so long past
Their hoped for futures
Written and imbedded
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I am an old pair of scissors
After decades of loyal service
A little dull but willing
I submit to the sharpener's wheel
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What might these old scissors have to say
Whose hands reached out for them
Without looking away from the work
As she picked them up deftly and turned them around
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To weaken our cause
They seek to divide us
They exploit our fears
Amplify our differences
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In this dystopian present
Who is composing the score
Writing the libretto
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La luna llena se levanta arriba de las montanas dentro el cielo oscuro sin ayudas de nosotros o el viento. Este luna solitaria toca nuestros corazones con amor. Amor de la primera vista.
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I do not think I am alone
In not knowing what to say when tragedy befalls our community
The sadness, the shock, the helplessness
The clock cannot be turned back
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