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100 Days Poems Starting Today, poetry written for the first 100 days of Obama's administration.

English - Poetry, Politics, Obama
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100 Days Poems · 11M ago

Where at Starbucks a man gets

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100 Days Poems · 2Y ago

HAPPY EARTH DAY: Robin Beth Schaer reads her poem, day 93

Endangerment FindingAdmit our sun is common, a Milky Way twinto a hundred million more. Even its endordinary, no stellar explosion, it will snaphydrogen to helium then cool to a dense core.You squint skyward, still wanting the coronaof a bright god, the unconquered sun that chose usto spin around. B...
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100 Days Poems · 2Y ago

Catherine Wagner reads her poem, day 52

OhIn the little painting of loveIs a man repairing a fence.A little crap love-objectAnd a too-big church in the background   near the sea   by a strip of valleyLit up like surgical tape.Metaphors can incline oneToward healing thoughts.I will have your experience.The ocean uptaken...
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Jeff Encke reads his poem from day 49

The Water in Which One Drowns Is Always an Ocean           “If we are to win this struggle and spread those freedoms, we must           keep our own moral compass pointed in a true direction.” &n...
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Erika Meitner reads her poem from day 45

Slinky Dirt With Development HatO Mama. Juice. Pile of dirt.Sand pit where the workers stoppedworking. Home is a backhoewith no keys, silent, yellow. Passingcars buzz the lots for sale that stillhave trees, have liens. Our development is mid-cul-de-sac. There are half-moonscarved into hills, a...
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100 Days Poems · 2Y ago

Ann Fisher-Wirth reads her poem

In Oxford, MississippiDespite last week’s snow, the daffodils bloomin the dead winter grass of gardens and curbsidesall over town; even two-days’ jackets of icecouldn’t kill them. The Bradford pears and plum trees,the quince like drops of blood on thorny branches—I love them, I hang on to the though...
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100 Days Poems · 2Y ago

Lisa Samuels reads her poem, day 28

At the Save the World breakfastthe White House forward allies begged to ordinary foundered face objections got and tightly fraught with legislative Sunday morningwhen the breakfast passed with future skiesin policy blue after the rollout tenderness the eager incapacity of the real to disoblige one’s...
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100 Days Poems · 2Y ago

Joshua Marie Wilkinson reads his poem from day 41

Poem for Barack ObamaTen envelopes & forty-thousand aday to go—so here’s mine. Funny to think we thought you’d readour blog. Forfeiting, tanked villains on the twitter, & your coin face on some 1-800 supplies while they last. It’s not that everything got weirder,it’s weird that we’re alrea...
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Laurel Snyder reads her poem from day 19

The Greatest Public Works Program You’re passing some shitty little town lost along the drear interstate.In a dim afternoon downpour—with no gas, no phone, no family.Windows openbecause the car.Because the foggedwindshield hates you.Wet and watching your map lift suddenly from the dash, whip throug...
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100 Days Poems · 2Y ago

Diane Wald reads her poem from day #27

nonromantic obama valentine for america, february 14th, 2009let us just make a note of one thing before traveling too far on:obama eats the camera.in every single photograph where he is smilingthe presidential teethrequire a taming of light, a scrooching in of every apertureso the picture is not too...
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