Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, January 4, 2020

Practicing to be dead

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Practicing to be dead  I lay in my coffin  hands on my chest  I lay practicing to be dead   I will soon be in heaven  ...
Monday, June 17, 2019

fight club

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Worker bees can leave  Even drones can fly away  The queen is their slave
Wednesday, June 12, 2019

Go all the way - Charles Bukowski

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Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Sea Fever

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I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the whee...
Saturday, September 10, 2016

time is the fire

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"Time is the school in which we learn,  Time is the fire in which we burn." Delmore Schwartz mooncake
Monday, July 11, 2016

put this on my tombstone

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Remember friends as you pass by  As you are now so once was I  As I am now so you must be  Prepare for death and fo...
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Monday, May 30, 2016

The Death of Freedom

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You move to the left seeking what's right Then light the candle to guide your sight You think you are a free man in a world of fools ...
Thursday, March 31, 2016

poe the raven

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Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore—     While I...
Monday, March 28, 2016

Fragrant Recall

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<> <> <> I lay my pulse on the soft swell of your belly. Your taste drips from my tongue. I watch your spin...
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Thursday, March 17, 2016

Artful Youth

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This is the slate roof, Me beneath its flat depression. I sigh into silent relapse My mind on tilt. Here is the corner exit, The...
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Friday, February 26, 2016

The Last Flower

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Saturday, January 30, 2016

Aftermath by Siegfried Sassoon

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Have you forgotten yet?... For the world's events have rumbled on since those gagged days, Like traffic checked while at the crossing o...
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Thursday, January 28, 2016

Now Sleeps the Crimson Petal

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 Now sleeps the crimson petal, now the white; Nor waves the cypress in the palace walk; Nor winks the gold fin in the porphyry font. T...
Wednesday, November 4, 2015

to love and say goodbye

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"We the mortals touch the metals, the wind, the ocean shores, the stones, knowing they will go on, inert or burning,    and I...
Thursday, September 3, 2015

a mad collective dream

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Monday, August 24, 2015

Beware the Jabberwock

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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "...
Wednesday, August 5, 2015

We Are Not in Control

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Wednesday, July 29, 2015

Wandering

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Monday, July 6, 2015

Tiny Little Spiders

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Tiny little spiders coming into view tiny little spiders coming down on you.
Thursday, March 12, 2015

t e r r o r i s t ! ! !

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Just a Word 'Terrorist' is just a word, one I wish I'd never heard When it's used to vilify, without the need to qu...