Submissions by Shon
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Poet Introduction
Hi I'm Shon. I'm newbie here.I'm a newbie too in so many ways.
UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
25th Dec 2024 12:46pm
25th Dec 2024 12:46pm
Christmas Morn
Christmas morn no snow.
Just a foggy sight.
That's feels just right.
Wisps of smoke billow in the still air.
Rising from a chimney pot.
Dazzlingly a dance of pure delight.
Morphing.
Decorating fluid like.
Of shape Designs and Ideas.
If only in my head.
This vision is short lived.
As it only occurs as the fire .
In the hearth is lit.
Dying down as the fire gets going.
As I could see on the house next door.
Turned into a heat hazed wisp'er.
Lit sometime earlier this Xmas morn. ...
Just a foggy sight.
That's feels just right.
Wisps of smoke billow in the still air.
Rising from a chimney pot.
Dazzlingly a dance of pure delight.
Morphing.
Decorating fluid like.
Of shape Designs and Ideas.
If only in my head.
This vision is short lived.
As it only occurs as the fire .
In the hearth is lit.
Dying down as the fire gets going.
As I could see on the house next door.
Turned into a heat hazed wisp'er.
Lit sometime earlier this Xmas morn. ...
#Christmas
#dreams
#inspirational #uplifting
#inspirational #uplifting
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
24th Dec 2024 3:42pm
24th Dec 2024 3:42pm
Papa Noel aka Santa
My friend dresses as Papa Noel.
That's Santa to you & me.
O how splendid and dandy he looks.
He spread love and joviality.
Where ever he goes & no Yo Ho Ho.
Papa Noel ask me to be his elf.
Glad i was sure to be.
I dressed for the part.
I became his drunken ellifer.
So in the zone i became.
More convincing I was.
Liability I seemed to be.
A musketeer saw me appear.
rang away to tell the queen.
Papa strode up I lurched behind
Happy to be Santa's gimp.
Cause it put...
That's Santa to you & me.
O how splendid and dandy he looks.
He spread love and joviality.
Where ever he goes & no Yo Ho Ho.
Papa Noel ask me to be his elf.
Glad i was sure to be.
I dressed for the part.
I became his drunken ellifer.
So in the zone i became.
More convincing I was.
Liability I seemed to be.
A musketeer saw me appear.
rang away to tell the queen.
Papa strode up I lurched behind
Happy to be Santa's gimp.
Cause it put...
#BestFriend
#Christmas
#love #support
#love #support
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
22nd Dec 2024 2:18pm
22nd Dec 2024 2:18pm
The hunters Moon
I walked out late at night.
The moon was shining so so bright.
I thought to myself .....Life !
There's no rhyme or reason to it all.
Just a lovely feeling & a lovely sight.
Just looking at a moon so big n bright.
Viewing natures awe and wonder.
A chance to Just stop and stare.
Cares of the world fade away.
When moments of bliss occurs.
To feel contented and at peace.
Later that day in a pub having a quiet pint.
I met a fella I've never met before.
Only heard of him a...
The moon was shining so so bright.
I thought to myself .....Life !
There's no rhyme or reason to it all.
Just a lovely feeling & a lovely sight.
Just looking at a moon so big n bright.
Viewing natures awe and wonder.
A chance to Just stop and stare.
Cares of the world fade away.
When moments of bliss occurs.
To feel contented and at peace.
Later that day in a pub having a quiet pint.
I met a fella I've never met before.
Only heard of him a...
#emotional
#friendship
#memories #moon
#memories #moon
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
20th Dec 2024 11:19pm
Hallows eve not
Hallows eve after dark.
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
The sky a darker midnight blue.
Half moon hidden behind clouds.
All souls day not.
Just the closest, sat eve.
I heard fireworks earlier.
Sitting with a glass on the hill.
Not a breath of wind nor breeze.
Silence like death quiet as the grave.
Broken only by an electric taxi going by
My thoughts drifted on Halloween.
Atmosphere in the air enhanced the vibe.
The town below would be a riot of folk.
Dressed as if attacked.
By a carnival passing bye.
...
#kindness
#memories
#spiritual
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SELF POEM
Published
19th Dec 2024 11:38pm
19th Dec 2024 11:38pm
perspective
I look into the mirror.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
Didn't like what i see.
I understand.....Why.
No one would value me.
I'm not very nice.
Everyone can see.
I'm only good.
When I'm not bad.
All my life .
It's been like this for me.
Craving the positive.
Finding only negative.
Being perceived .
Not good enough.
Daily I fight this persecution.
Delusion and Perspective.
That I'm something that's wrong.
#alcohol
#dark
#moon
#sadness
#winter
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SPIRITUAL POEM
Published
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
18th Dec 2024 6:23pm
Irish Eamond
An old Irish man once told me......
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
A sweet spot is a place.
Where fairies pass over unseen.
Magic passes over too.
He looked like a sweet old fella. But!
Standing behind you, he'd cast spells.
Full of Jiggery pokery & clownish too.
A fan of Crowley & other bunkum.
Even now I miss the old fella,
Wish I'd been more relaxed, back then.
Listened to his tales of leprechauns.
Fairies pixies & puffs n stuff.
If someone asked him, so what do you do?
I'm a...
#emotional
#fairies
#grief
#sea
#water
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LOVE POEM
Published
18th Dec 2024 1:36pm
18th Dec 2024 1:36pm
Trees & People
I'm missing folk.
That have passed me bye.
Moved on, have left me.
Become no more.
Euphemisms for death.
Some one dear to me said recently.
Why are we sad & grieve.
We should celebrate them.
For being in our lives.
Easier said than done.
My studio is in a park.
One of, if not the best in the land.
Specimens trees from across the globe.
Standards, seedling & champions too.
Some in girth others in huge height.
Trees don't live as long as we think.
A monkey puzzle tree...
That have passed me bye.
Moved on, have left me.
Become no more.
Euphemisms for death.
Some one dear to me said recently.
Why are we sad & grieve.
We should celebrate them.
For being in our lives.
Easier said than done.
My studio is in a park.
One of, if not the best in the land.
Specimens trees from across the globe.
Standards, seedling & champions too.
Some in girth others in huge height.
Trees don't live as long as we think.
A monkey puzzle tree...
#admiration
#emotions
#gratitude #TruthOfLife
#gratitude #TruthOfLife
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Dec 2024 10:50pm
17th Dec 2024 10:50pm
Perceptions
Do I look through the glass .
darkly or lightly?
Maybe all I see is a dusty reflection.
Of reality, how do i know.
If what i see is right ?
A loved up person, that's upbeat.
Sees the world quite brightly.
A depressed person, that's quite down.
Views everything differently.
Both are veils of hue and tone.
Painting different pictures.
The world is the same for each.
Which one is the true perception?
darkly or lightly?
Maybe all I see is a dusty reflection.
Of reality, how do i know.
If what i see is right ?
A loved up person, that's upbeat.
Sees the world quite brightly.
A depressed person, that's quite down.
Views everything differently.
Both are veils of hue and tone.
Painting different pictures.
The world is the same for each.
Which one is the true perception?
#hope
#kindness
#love #respect
#love #respect
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SELF POEM
Published
17th Dec 2024 6:15pm
17th Dec 2024 6:15pm
Putting a log in my fire
As I picked up a log for the fire.
Opening the door I looked in and saw in.
Before me was a view to describe.
Entranced I stared before me. glowing embers of fire.
Space i spied for my log to go.
Feeling the breeze, felt the glow of the heat.
The way the log were positioned.
The flames all aglow, looked like a city on fire.
Incandescent Crimson and Red like inside of hell.
Or when hell comes to dinner.
Fire , fire everywhere. Walls and buildings a blase
No escape from this. And you known it!
Yet this nightmare...
Opening the door I looked in and saw in.
Before me was a view to describe.
Entranced I stared before me. glowing embers of fire.
Space i spied for my log to go.
Feeling the breeze, felt the glow of the heat.
The way the log were positioned.
The flames all aglow, looked like a city on fire.
Incandescent Crimson and Red like inside of hell.
Or when hell comes to dinner.
Fire , fire everywhere. Walls and buildings a blase
No escape from this. And you known it!
Yet this nightmare...
#death
#fire
#MovingOn
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UPBEAT INSPIRATIONAL POEM
Published
17th Dec 2024 2:17pm
17th Dec 2024 2:17pm
Reflective moment
Sitting here in depressed like contemplation.
Wondering about the next step forward.
To the future of who, I want to be, & become.
How I'm gonna achieve it.
Is a repeating pattern by now.
I'm still taking it one step at a time.
Adventure by definition.
Leads where no one knows.
I recall a story of an 1st nation elder.
Talking to a small child.
About the two wolves each of carry inside.
One evil and nasty, other kind and gentle.
The elder says they battle and fight.
Till only one remains.
Which one is...
Wondering about the next step forward.
To the future of who, I want to be, & become.
How I'm gonna achieve it.
Is a repeating pattern by now.
I'm still taking it one step at a time.
Adventure by definition.
Leads where no one knows.
I recall a story of an 1st nation elder.
Talking to a small child.
About the two wolves each of carry inside.
One evil and nasty, other kind and gentle.
The elder says they battle and fight.
Till only one remains.
Which one is...
#choices
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
#myself
#SelfDiscovery
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LOVE POEM
Published
16th Dec 2024 11:43pm
16th Dec 2024 11:43pm
Gifts.
I met a being along the way.
Who claimed to be from a far away land.
Under who's spell. Enchanted i became.
As they toyed & danced with me.
I went along, aiming to please.
We gave each other gifts.
As you toed me along with strings i was unable to see.
Entangled i became.
Deaf to the thuth. To blind to see.
Till it was to late. You see.
You saw the end, well before me.
Planning accordingly. You severed ties.
Yet retained qualities you liked in me.
As if to sweeten the...
Who claimed to be from a far away land.
Under who's spell. Enchanted i became.
As they toyed & danced with me.
I went along, aiming to please.
We gave each other gifts.
As you toed me along with strings i was unable to see.
Entangled i became.
Deaf to the thuth. To blind to see.
Till it was to late. You see.
You saw the end, well before me.
Planning accordingly. You severed ties.
Yet retained qualities you liked in me.
As if to sweeten the...
#inspirational
#sadness
#gratitude #manipulation
#gratitude #manipulation
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SELF POEM
Published
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
13th Dec 2024 5:50am
Jack Frost
Twas an early December morn.
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
I felt a presents upon getting out of bed.
A nipping frosty touch.
In tips of my fingers & my toes.
A mythical creature, I now remembered.
In winters a long time ago
That is to frost as Midas was to gold.
Jack frost has come to call.
Not that I ever saw Jack frost ever!
nor did i see him work.
He always worked at night
Creating patterns of pure delight.
Some said he tried to snatch me.
Visiting during the night.
Scratching and touching the window. ...
#morning
#night
#winter
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