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Two Poems By Roger Singer


Second Floor


A guitar 

with a sad sound

creates a shadow

with a soul

a spirit song

blending within 

the air

in a room on 

the second floor 

overlooking traffic

where the usual 

stick figures

battle below 

within the 

stream of 

unremembered

faces

lacking interest

yet

directing themselves

forward

to the store

or the corner

some returning 

others are nevermore

to pass under 

the second floor

window

and the guitar



 He Was Here


And then…

he was gone


he took with him

his voice

and crooked smile


his welcoming eyes

and calm purpose

to all he met


he left behind 

his favorite hat

a pen for writing

a few books

and a cat and dog

that still look for him


sorrow fills in hard

the void at first


flooding cherished 

memories into corners

of what remains

 

Dr. Singer has been in private practice for 38 years in upstate New York.  He has four children, Abigail, Caleb, Andrew and Philip and six grandchildren.  Dr. Singer has served on multiple committees for the American Chiropractic Association, lecturing at colleges in the United States, Canada and Australia, and has authored over fifty articles for his profession and served as a medical technician during the Vietnam era.


Dr. Singer has over 950 poems published on the internet, magazines and in books and is a Pushcart Award Nominee.  Some of the magazines that have accepted his poems for publication are:  Westward Quarterly, Jerry Jazz, SP Quill, Avocet, Underground Voices, Outlaw Poetry, Literary Fever, Dance of my Hands, Language & Culture, The Stray Branch, Tipton Poetry Journal and Indigo Rising, Down in the Dirt, Fullosia Press, Orbis, Penwood Review, Subtle Tea, Ambassador Poetry Award, Massachusetts State Poetry Society, Louisiana State Poetry Society Award.

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