Lonnie Hicks Poems

There is a single leaf flying
in this my autumn gloaming,
a leaf fluttering light
as if being orchestrated
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If I can but see
those reaching arms before me,

feel flat against my chest
...

He said;
his arm flowing outward;

'The problem of the 21st Century
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I am Violences' Victim
which scarred my soul
slammed it down
to earthly hell
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The problem is metaphoric;
I live inside lines
which only approximate
but do not satisfy.
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Oh, to be soul-kissed
the deep kiss;
mouth brushing past
parted lips.
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In the Rotations
of the Universe
periodically,
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I don't want to wait until I'm dead
to tell people I love them.

Don't want to be deceased
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First Love's Touch,
mutual gathering was only through them,
our Hands.
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Two men in ragged clothing
sat beside the road
alert and on the hunt.
Each watched a different direction
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