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September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

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Like a Passover Poet gliding from house to house and from trembling soul to trembling soul the wind scribbled sonnets of first time love and weeping haikus of last hours on earth.
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Gliding House Passover Poet Trembling Wind
Authentic inspiration endows individuals with mental or spiritual energy which they are then able to transform into positive action.
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Authentic Children Dream Inspiration Spiritual Transform
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
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Angel Crown Grace Naked Sorrow Surrender Unwinged
A horn of plenty spills from your hands into the starved lives of millions.
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Charity Hand Love Million Plenty Starved
This rose of pearl-coated infinity transforms the diseased slums of a broken heart into a palace made of psalms and gold.
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Broken Coated Diseased Heart Peart Rose
Dare to love yourself
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Dare Love You Self Esteem Yourself
The dancing vortex of a sacred metaphor clashes horns and halos to make wounded music set to the tempo of a new era in brilliant labor.
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Dancing Halos Metaphor Sacred Tempo Vortex
When the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in darkness
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Authentic Grace Healing Religious Spiritual Usurped
Stars ink your fingers with a lexicon of flame blazing rare knowledge.
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Finger Flame Ink Knowledge Lexicon Star
It appears to be more that of a warrior-philosopher who practices the art of political persuasion by authoring acclaimed books
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Brack Obama Demonize Enough Fair Idolize Intent
War poisons the land Like diseased minds downloaded/ into bowls of tears.
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Bowl Disease Land Mind Poison Tear War
I was reborn a third time to the sound of my name humming haikus in heaven’s mouth.
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Heaven Humming Mouth Reborn Third Time
That good gardener, who wept thorns plowing his fields – harvests grace with joy.
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Angel Gardener Perseverance Plowing Strength Thron Wept
The rainbows that dangle upon this mist: shatter. Like the smile of a child separated from his mother’s milk for the very first time.from poem Blood and Blossoms
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Blood Blossom Dangle Mist Mother Rainbow Shatter
Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.
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Attitude Bodies Face Past Soul Time Wear
From her gospel-singing mother Cissy Houston, her legendary pop-diva cousin Dionne Warwick, and her Queen of Soul godmother Aretha Franklin
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Cissy Cousin Dionne Warwick Diva Gospel Houston Legendary Mother Pop Queen Singing

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

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September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.–from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001

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