Poems

Analog Thoughts From a Tent by the River

By Ira White | February 15, 2024

I awaken just past midnight, Tears falling from darkened skies Pattering against my wind-blown tent, Wondering how we will feel When safely tucked away In…

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Rock In My Shoe

By Ira White | January 26, 2024

          You were the rock in my shoe Sometimes irritating me beyond belief; The rock that could never be found Merely by removing the coverings…

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Dementia: Inside the Looking Glass

By Ira White | January 8, 2024

My father died from dementia. I wrote this poem to commemorate his struggle and try to give some insight as to how he felt going…

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Wind Power

By Ira White | November 16, 2023

The wind blew this morning Trumpeting a chaotic melody It savaged loudly against the walls And danced through the electrical lines Blinking the lights inside…

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Moonsilk Madness

By Ira White | October 12, 2023

                     Away in the night I whisk you Far from human habitation To a cliff where the restless ocean  Serves as a percussion…

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Lost Flight

By Ira White | October 3, 2023

Dim light leaks eerily from city lamps. As I glance across the fog shrouded lot I hear the sharp barking Of ghostly figures high in…

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Wires

By Ira White | September 24, 2023

Criss-cross, criss-cross, Everything is criss-crossed. They’ve criss-crossed us in! Yesterday I glanced at the Old Mission Nestled in the city, Framed by setting sun clouds.…

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Old Man in a Chair

By Ira White | September 11, 2023

Spring, 2020 legs wrapped around my kitchen chair           heart pounding                      hands trembling images parade across the screen a bad trip           without the…

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You Were There

By Ira White | August 13, 2023

When I was alone, Reliving scenes from shattered dreams- You came to comfort me And help mend the broken seams. When I was angry, And…

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Queen of Gossip

By Ira White | August 13, 2023

Shining like softened silver She silently examines her rule Collecting gossip never shared With wise men nor with fools. Swirling softly, cloudy skirts Obscure her…

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