Stephen Yenser Poems

Now LeRoy on the kill room floor
Was almost larger than life.
Mondays the green fatigues he wore
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Dear Melissa- daughter of
Deborah, Hebrew for bee,
From dbr, linked to words for truth and word-
Whose own name glows
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Close call, close call, close call: this early in the morning
The raucous crows' raw caws are ricochets off rock.

Afloat on wire from a dead tree's branch a piece of charred limb
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Sometimes the rain shines
Just when the sun reigns,
And that was the way it is
Beyond those French doors
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Mother of Stone, Cybele,
Stone Mother, keep me low,
Resigned, involved, confusable
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Poetry makes nothing happen.
Makes it happen like nothing else.
Nothing makes nothing happen like poetry.
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The August sun starts in against the green
And rugged Kansas grain.
The rented Dodge whines on through heat so candid
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Your wife, who polished verse,
Was duty-bound to quarrel
With much that we'd rehearse
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"Just ask yourself," we said back in those days,
"Is this world better off without Saddam Hussein?"
Now that's a simple question. Just ask yourself.
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Nervy, sparrow-like,
Eyes Cherokee,
Blackberry black,
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