I now have one regular patron who sends a monthly contribution to keep this poet alive. Yes, per usual, I'm a poor poet...and for some reason I'm a poor poet in its many meanings...but someone like my patron loves my work. If you become a sustaining patron I can guarantee you'll see writing from me on a regular basis. I do edit my mad. But I don't always hit it out of the park. At least my patrons have a chance to select from all my work...and they become the editors rather than the small-minded who often edit magazines and journals. Poet James Wright,one of his last books, held by two editors for the longest time that his wife Anne took to another publisher who snapped it up and it became a huge success. Now I don't have people like Robert Bly, Don Hall, or their equals I can send my poems to for a review before I put them on the internet or send to any publisher. I believe in opening up my "horde" for the world to critique or love. And it's expensive to send out my work, getting only rejection, so it's money I don't have for food, or the electric bill. Please send what you can via my email: via Paypal. I thank those who support me one way or another.


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Thursday, December 29, 2011

Poem on the Passing of the Dear Leader

Our bodies have turned to tears
and we run to the rivers
as fast as all tears flow
to get away from this grief
that consumes us
We shall be free of this grief
when our bodies meet the ocean
that has become the tears of the world

We give up all our food
so that you may eat in the next life
Your strength of purpose
comes from our empty pantries
as you fight for us
our enemies
beyond this world

And then our tears shall turn to steel
the steel of our weapons
and the muscles in our arms
as we join you to destroy
the imperialists who shame themselves
that they cannot see your greatness
and feel the love you had
for the peoples of the world

Our hearts are now empty
and etched with the letters
the great purpose of our lives
to be close to the heat
the was
your great name
We shall always remember

Copyright © 2011 by Barry G. Wick
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