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by Alison L. Peoples

Captured:
Lo be the child
Nursing his cup of tea;
Sugarless
As a mother can be
From her ceramic breast
Where little eyes gaze
For warmth
Beyond the kilned lip-edge:
Burning, cracking…
Empty.

The Comeback Kid

by Alison L. Peoples

I saw Jesus
walking along the side of the road
looking for the answer
to his prayer.

He was collecting bottles
and cans
and, as any man,
He wept deep inside.

I saw Jesus
waiting at a bus stop
waiting for his salvation
to arrive.

He was huddled beneath
the metal and plexiglass box
that protected the uncomfortable bench--
the rest felt good.

I saw Jesus
digging through a trashcan
for the promise of
a fine meal.

It seemed a shame
that He could not share
this loaf of bread
with the many other hungry.

I saw Jesus crying
because no one noticed
that he wore no shoes
on his well-travelled feet.

I saw that Jesus has a MySpace
trying to make a comeback
through social media
OMG....

Petals

by Alison L. Peoples

cherry blossom tears
filled the ocean
blue
surging in pain
across the Ring of Fire
our shore
your shore
connected with tears
we see you
finally
amidst the Imperial tide.

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by Alison L. Peoples

chameleon character
naïve with wet fingers
that run the gamut of satiable
inferences
a single breath
raging like reckless fire
in a blanket of careless whisper
soft is the sway of dark hair
reaching to the wind
off some gentle breeze,
floating my way:
a backward glance,
a juicy smile;
an underestimated impression.