Michele Phillips Poems

Mediocrity

Stuck moving in this heaving mass
Poked along like cattle by some
Unseen slaughterhouse lackey
I am being smothered by my own breath... more »

The Beach

Shining sun warms my face
Sunny sandy sacred place
I am energized... more »

For My Friend

A mother's anguished sobs
Echo in the early morning
Wretched cries of sorrow borne
For the young life torn... more »

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