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Poem Published
Yesterday 9:15pm
Yesterday 9:15pm
No Lullaby
As it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Singing notes to the plucking of strings
There are no words to say
The sound of tears as she sings
And the sun grows tired of today
Another box and epitaph to give
Seems there's more death than life
There's not much life left to live
Just a moth fluttering around the light
As it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Another tearful cookout, we all eat our feelings ...
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Singing notes to the plucking of strings
There are no words to say
The sound of tears as she sings
And the sun grows tired of today
Another box and epitaph to give
Seems there's more death than life
There's not much life left to live
Just a moth fluttering around the light
As it turns out for me
There's no goodbye
As it turns out to be
There's no lullaby
Another tearful cookout, we all eat our feelings ...
#dreams
#death
#nightmares #funeral
#nightmares #funeral
25 reads
3 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
Yesterday 7:41pm
Yesterday 7:41pm
to kiss the wind
a child's bold aspirations
[No. 7 from The Children’s Collection]
“You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain,
storms and the stars in the dark nights.”―Amit Ray
sometimes i want to hug a tree
and pull its sturdy trunk to me
and listen to the sap inside
its veins, where harvest secrets hide.
sometimes i want to kiss the wind
and leave perplexities behind,
as random mountains bid me rise
to taste the freshness of the skies.
sometimes i want to ride a cloud,
just to...
[No. 7 from The Children’s Collection]
“You can grow like a tall tree, when you enjoy the sun, wind, rain,
storms and the stars in the dark nights.”―Amit Ray
sometimes i want to hug a tree
and pull its sturdy trunk to me
and listen to the sap inside
its veins, where harvest secrets hide.
sometimes i want to kiss the wind
and leave perplexities behind,
as random mountains bid me rise
to taste the freshness of the skies.
sometimes i want to ride a cloud,
just to...
#childhood
#stars
#sky
#clouds
#nature
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BatPowers
Bat Powers
Bat Powers
Poem Published
18th Aug 2023 1:59pm
18th Aug 2023 1:59pm
Daredevils
That dirt drive at the edge of the city
Gave us the most uncanny bucolic world
8 acres of non developed real estate
Huck Finn and Daniel Boone would be envious
Gonna Evel Kenievel over Richy, Bobby, Jeff. Daryl, and Tony
Hope we don't break any bones
Street lights start buzzing
Take home your hockey sticks
Gramps is on the front porch
Telling stories about mowing down the Germans
Day dreaming of our blonde beauty
Got the tingles, I've got a crush on her ...
Gave us the most uncanny bucolic world
8 acres of non developed real estate
Huck Finn and Daniel Boone would be envious
Gonna Evel Kenievel over Richy, Bobby, Jeff. Daryl, and Tony
Hope we don't break any bones
Street lights start buzzing
Take home your hockey sticks
Gramps is on the front porch
Telling stories about mowing down the Germans
Day dreaming of our blonde beauty
Got the tingles, I've got a crush on her ...
#happiness
176 reads
14 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
1st Dec 2023 8:30pm
1st Dec 2023 8:30pm
dressing-up days
a child's make-believe world
[No. 6 from The Children’s Collection]
dressing-up days are cool, at home or school:
i can be anything i want to be.
mother says i must heed each safety rule,
lest i meet mishap midst my fantasy.
i could just be a fat cat on my mat,
or a lean lion watching o'er my pride.
even a submarine in stealth combat
could be myself, the oceandepths to ride.
i can be queen of hearts, whose royal tarts
fly over mountains, to some distant place
where hungry children, full of sores and warts, ...
[No. 6 from The Children’s Collection]
dressing-up days are cool, at home or school:
i can be anything i want to be.
mother says i must heed each safety rule,
lest i meet mishap midst my fantasy.
i could just be a fat cat on my mat,
or a lean lion watching o'er my pride.
even a submarine in stealth combat
could be myself, the oceandepths to ride.
i can be queen of hearts, whose royal tarts
fly over mountains, to some distant place
where hungry children, full of sores and warts, ...
#childhood
#dreams
#Fanfiction #ThrillSeeking
#Fanfiction #ThrillSeeking
61 reads
3 Comments
OncleNyck
MatureBoy
MatureBoy
Poem Published
27th Nov 2023 11:06am
27th Nov 2023 11:06am
SHE
It is beautiful raining morning.
The traffic is set like military greetings the flag.
The red light of the cars decorate the blurry view through the torring rain pour.
And the windscreen clean gently waving left and right and believers waving hand in worship.
From my window I glance at the beauty of the nature.
It was all quiet. The rain beating the earth like Chinese "gaogu"
Rythme with the cars engines.
Her perfect body sculpted by the suprime God himself, appear at the gaze of all.
Her beautiful hands move...
The traffic is set like military greetings the flag.
The red light of the cars decorate the blurry view through the torring rain pour.
And the windscreen clean gently waving left and right and believers waving hand in worship.
From my window I glance at the beauty of the nature.
It was all quiet. The rain beating the earth like Chinese "gaogu"
Rythme with the cars engines.
Her perfect body sculpted by the suprime God himself, appear at the gaze of all.
Her beautiful hands move...
#love
#kindness
#motivational
#gratitude
#redemption
57 reads
1 Comment
Ash74
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 1:59pm
25th Nov 2023 1:59pm
Guilt
Why do you still hold on to that foolish hope?
Surely you know that you are better suited alone
Why lie that anyone should care for you?
You take without guilt or discrimination
Do not pretend to have grown a conscience
How do you think yourself good?
You only speak to them when you want something
And leave them unable to answer
You will always hunger
Always thirst
And never learn
Surely you know that you are better suited alone
Why lie that anyone should care for you?
You take without guilt or discrimination
Do not pretend to have grown a conscience
How do you think yourself good?
You only speak to them when you want something
And leave them unable to answer
You will always hunger
Always thirst
And never learn
#regret
#loneliness
#dark #frustration
#dark #frustration
45 reads
0 Comments
Solomon_Song
Poem Published
25th Nov 2023 7:21am
25th Nov 2023 7:21am
I SAW HER RIDE (LADY GODIVA BY PEEPING TOM)
I saw her ride,
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
legs to one side,
nothing to hide
amid the street,
while the discreet
let not eyes meet.
Her long thick hair
covered her, bare,
to derriere.
She sat upright
in the dim light
as day met night.
No more I saw -
my eyes went sore
sight did withdraw.
I'd been struck blind,
things could not find.
Guilt seared my mind.
#rhyming
#tradition
53 reads
0 Comments
javalini
Poem Published
18th Nov 2023 10:11pm
18th Nov 2023 10:11pm
A POET'S LAMENT
i have no secrets left
everything has been surrendered -- it was all mundane and of little interest to anyone
all my catastrophes -- the hair loss, the unrequited affections, etc. -- were apparently flashes in the pan of an ordinary life,
worthy of a sympathetic nod or a little reassurance
or maybe some half-assed advice from a stranger eating a stale doughnut in a church basement
all my addictions were easily overcome
my proclivities were banal -- i said banal -- with a "b"
all my sins were venial -- the priest sighed
and i said...
everything has been surrendered -- it was all mundane and of little interest to anyone
all my catastrophes -- the hair loss, the unrequited affections, etc. -- were apparently flashes in the pan of an ordinary life,
worthy of a sympathetic nod or a little reassurance
or maybe some half-assed advice from a stranger eating a stale doughnut in a church basement
all my addictions were easily overcome
my proclivities were banal -- i said banal -- with a "b"
all my sins were venial -- the priest sighed
and i said...
#parody
#satirical
66 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
17th Nov 2023 8:07pm
country summer days
No. 5 from The Children’s Collection]
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
"Summertime. It was a song. It was a season. I wondered if that
season would ever live inside of me."—Benjamin Alire Sáenz
when city schools are closed,
and freedom recomposed,
i pack my bags and catch the country bus,
excited by the thought
that summertime has brought
elusive liberties so envious.
the bumpy country ride
on treacherous mountainside
is no deterrent to my thumping heart,
steel-anchored to my seat,
tethered by outstretched feet,
like luggage...
#countryside
#river
#summer
#holiday
#travel
44 reads
2 Comments
cabcool
Poem Published
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
16th Nov 2023 7:33pm
umbrella rain
No. 4 from The Children’s Collection]
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
“Rain never understands why people hide under their umbrellas!
Let us make a surprise to the rain by closing our umbrellas!”
–Mehmet Murat Ildan
i'm not afraid of walking in the rain,
although some folk may grumble and complain;
i like to feel rain rhythms on my face,
as shoulder to shoulder to earth they race.
my brother showed me how to drink the rain
by lolling out my tongue, and how to crane
my neck until my face was parallel
with where the...
#childhood
#sky
#rain
#water
#funny
51 reads
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
15th Nov 2023 10:01pm
kite flight
No. 3 from The Children’s Collection]
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
“True courage is like a kite; a contrary wind raises it higher.”
–Jean Antoine Petit–Sennpetit–Senn
kite time
is flight time,
as night time
is quiet time.
i'm looking for a big, fat breeze
to lift my kite above the trees,
for sitting here upon the earth
cannot reveal its true flight worth.
long tail
is strong tail,
but prong...
#childhood
#sky
#nature #ThrillSeeking
#nature #ThrillSeeking
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cabcool
Poem Published
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
15th Nov 2023 2:57am
i saw myself in the river
a child in danger at the waters’ edge
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
No. 2 from The Children’s Collection
i saw myself in the river,
though scarcely could i swim;
my whole self started to quiver,
while stood i on the brim.
i danced about like a vapour
with hands and feet and eyes,
as floaty as human paper;
the waters were my skies.
at first, i loved the excitement:
it seemed that i could fly!
but when i saw the embankment,
i knew that i could die.
the trees and hilltops were seeming
to make me sail upstream;
how could i stand there...
#children
#river
#sky
#SelfReflection
#risk
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