Observational Poems Seeking Honest Critique
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The Lily poetry.
Once upon a big Sunday 💵
She dug up muffins
And sandwiches
Like raw polka dots
Flowers she run you through.
Windows winter always
The buddy Friday night
And the people who are
The most beautifully
Landscape green🟢 beans and chicken🐓 coogrer.
And the miles of miles music
Bard.
To romancen
Regards
Essex Lynny.
She dug up muffins
And sandwiches
Like raw polka dots
Flowers she run you through.
Windows winter always
The buddy Friday night
And the people who are
The most beautifully
Landscape green🟢 beans and chicken🐓 coogrer.
And the miles of miles music
Bard.
To romancen
Regards
Essex Lynny.
#forest
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the darkness only takes bodies not hands
I look around
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
at all the people I care about
and I see them suffering
and I can't save them
from the darkness
because the only way out
is through
and I'm only
one pair of hands
These days feel like swimming
under a black moonless sky
the shore obscured by waves
and there's water reaching
for my lungs
as I struggle to breathe
and how can I save anyone
when all I think about
is dying
and how I don't really want to
but I'm not sure how to live
in a world that wasn't made ...
#depression
#friendship
#MentalHealth
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And we march on.
We can never go back.
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#despair
#acceptance
#denial #bittersweet
#denial #bittersweet
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A Blessing If You Would Learn
The heart when young, so blissful and knows no sin
the mind's ego knows no bounds, its strength within
The earth, sound and steep, its fruits the soul entice
the taste of spice great! to every slice a price
The eyes rain and the mouth would savour its pain
when dry is your land, sow no seed, reap no grain
Valiant steps fear no edge nor the burn of sands
wish die for the glory of walking God's Lands
Specks of dust make souls blind can turn lives to dust
just a spark of deep Faith heralds paths to trust
Ascend and...
the mind's ego knows no bounds, its strength within
The earth, sound and steep, its fruits the soul entice
the taste of spice great! to every slice a price
The eyes rain and the mouth would savour its pain
when dry is your land, sow no seed, reap no grain
Valiant steps fear no edge nor the burn of sands
wish die for the glory of walking God's Lands
Specks of dust make souls blind can turn lives to dust
just a spark of deep Faith heralds paths to trust
Ascend and...
#kindness
#WritingPoetry
#LifeCycle #gratitude
#LifeCycle #gratitude
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2 Comments
The Windsors: self-evidently far more tedious than even mildly interesting!
By Stanley Collymore
The British monarchy is essentially
built on lies, and what you're now
currently, and equally laughably,
experiencing is, just actually, yet another
one that's quite generally, added to their
infernal list of very, numerous untruths!
However, even so, discernibly evidently
genuinely intelligent people, who really
do simply, customarily lead productive
lives and furthermore can and actually
do automatically think for themselves,
obviously, simply don't care about this
highly immoral;...
The British monarchy is essentially
built on lies, and what you're now
currently, and equally laughably,
experiencing is, just actually, yet another
one that's quite generally, added to their
infernal list of very, numerous untruths!
However, even so, discernibly evidently
genuinely intelligent people, who really
do simply, customarily lead productive
lives and furthermore can and actually
do automatically think for themselves,
obviously, simply don't care about this
highly immoral;...
#dark
#greed
#denial #emptiness
#denial #emptiness
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A new Lionel Richie
He has the
New Russian
mesis
Leopard🐆 printed
Outfit for the first time
Yules of tables 🍻
Green grops of flops
Fringes of green grest of
Mommy's morning
ITE.
Flakes of green.
Light on the white
Ray of the gold.
Sunshine. Frosteda nest breakfast🍳☕🍞.
Rite of passage of greet
She is an earnest widow with a window of green 🌲forests 🏠.
A creek of Greek green leaves among her back to work🔙💻.
Kettles of green nest.
Flakes...
New Russian
mesis
Leopard🐆 printed
Outfit for the first time
Yules of tables 🍻
Green grops of flops
Fringes of green grest of
Mommy's morning
ITE.
Flakes of green.
Light on the white
Ray of the gold.
Sunshine. Frosteda nest breakfast🍳☕🍞.
Rite of passage of greet
She is an earnest widow with a window of green 🌲forests 🏠.
A creek of Greek green leaves among her back to work🔙💻.
Kettles of green nest.
Flakes...
#nature
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The Rick Skudcy.
Chili chicken
Ceese slice of
Cheese and cringed button
Mushroom .
A grest of fresh
Air.
A glass full of honey.
Damsels drumstick🍗.
Munchy Sunday ice cream.
Ceese slice of
Cheese and cringed button
Mushroom .
A grest of fresh
Air.
A glass full of honey.
Damsels drumstick🍗.
Munchy Sunday ice cream.
#nature
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Audacious.
He stepped from
Flies and landed
On Sunday nights.
Dear I'm a poor fellow
With yellow pants
With paper on cycle
Sells tables and chronicles
And tea.
Uh
My wife on way of autumn Rick Scotts
Sitting Beneath a crow of laws from
Lan cable bill💵 and the draft is a new miCe 🐭.
To romancen
Regards
Essex Lynny.
Flies and landed
On Sunday nights.
Dear I'm a poor fellow
With yellow pants
With paper on cycle
Sells tables and chronicles
And tea.
Uh
My wife on way of autumn Rick Scotts
Sitting Beneath a crow of laws from
Lan cable bill💵 and the draft is a new miCe 🐭.
To romancen
Regards
Essex Lynny.
#trees
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Nobody Writes Me Letters Anymore
It’s almost a lost art of communication and expression
We used to transform our notions to paper and pen
Spent time and effort to convey thought and emotion
It almost seems almost extinct in these latter days…
We must reclaim and recall the flair of simpler times
When connection took patience and charm to build
And show those who matter most that we still care
By putting in the work worth of closer relationships
We rely on technology so much we’ve lost that gift
Because in such a fast paced world no one has time
And if we don’t...
We used to transform our notions to paper and pen
Spent time and effort to convey thought and emotion
It almost seems almost extinct in these latter days…
We must reclaim and recall the flair of simpler times
When connection took patience and charm to build
And show those who matter most that we still care
By putting in the work worth of closer relationships
We rely on technology so much we’ve lost that gift
Because in such a fast paced world no one has time
And if we don’t...
#technology
#aging
#art
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6 Comments
excavation
In this cage, blood alone
will not break this bondage
it takes sweat
to excavate the key
that fits the lock
we can salivate
like a rabid dog
pushing against the bars
our ears ringing
with our own voice
beaten down
by the bouncing echo
our teeth will not gnaw
through this curse
we'll break by the weight
of our chains first
and our mile long howl
on the way down
will do us no good
we have to dig
all writers do
will not break this bondage
it takes sweat
to excavate the key
that fits the lock
we can salivate
like a rabid dog
pushing against the bars
our ears ringing
with our own voice
beaten down
by the bouncing echo
our teeth will not gnaw
through this curse
we'll break by the weight
of our chains first
and our mile long howl
on the way down
will do us no good
we have to dig
all writers do
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
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Historical Fantasy
sapiens, torah,
upanishads, new testament
i claudius , rise and fall…,
dawn of everything, brief history…,
short history…, long walk.
books
are not history.
history
is a work of fiction,
a novel
written after-the-fact.
once upon a time,
there was an age when lines
between human and animal
were indistinct.
someone did light a fire, cook a meal,
perform a marriage for the first time.
we really don’t know
how these things happened.
we make up...
upanishads, new testament
i claudius , rise and fall…,
dawn of everything, brief history…,
short history…, long walk.
books
are not history.
history
is a work of fiction,
a novel
written after-the-fact.
once upon a time,
there was an age when lines
between human and animal
were indistinct.
someone did light a fire, cook a meal,
perform a marriage for the first time.
we really don’t know
how these things happened.
we make up...
#evolution
#PowerOfWords
#philosophical
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3 Comments
And Its Prison Gate Wide Open As Well
No longer am I living free
since reason's truth imprisoned me
along with this -- its prison key.
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#TruthOfLife
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