Least Read Poems About Birth
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GRAVE SITE
Have you ever had a dream that woke you up, in a cold sweat till you can feel it to your 🩻 bones. As though the deepness of the dream, was trying to tell you something in codes. 🤔 Yet you know that you are alive, with a strong heart beating and pounding in your chest. As you inhale and exhale, the flesh air breeze blowing through your lungs, to breathe life. FROM within your body and spiritual soul. 🙏 Yet you can't shake the deepness of the, truth of the inner images of your mind thoughts. For sure what does it all mean, 🤔 could it be a sign of things to come,...
#aging
#birth
#death
#fate
#LifeAsAWriter
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Vale Paradiso
Vale Paradiso
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
The sea life is blueness caused by monotony
Formica tables and dirty fingernails
as the ship wanders between water vales
climbing to the top of mountainous berg
and sharply falling into a foamy brew
when the storm persists, knowing a small
mishap is fatal, there is nothing one can
do, but hoping the end will be quick
In my ignorance, I look at the map that
shows the oceans, which appear to be endless
will the ship ever reach Los Angeles
I think of Vale Paradiso, this cumbersome
will not make it that...
#aging
#birth
#dating
#death
#fatherhood
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THROUGH SILENT
From what you want and need to sustain your own life. 🤔 it's not just about that for sure, it's much bigger than you and I could ever, be able to think to be able to think for thyself..🤨 For when we have a sense of awakening, not only from the deepness within, but from our thoughts of discovering. THE truth of who we are in flesh in skin and bones and body and blood. But yet through our lives, through the process of getting, lost in time in a place. WHEN you feel our own personal thoughts, transforming as they become manifesting. NOT only in thoughts but yet in real time of...
#birth
#courage
#redemption
#StreamOfConsciousness
#strength
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Time is
Time is with you
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
Time is behind you
Don’t waste your time looking
Time is a second you lost
Time will find you
Time is everlasting and ever present
My time with you will live in me
You have time I have me
My time says stay with you
Hear a clock ticking
It’s my suspicion of suspension
We believe time is everlasting
It is for real but when we can’t breathe
Time is looking and ticking
I want time to remember me
Until time...
#aging
#birth
#death #fate
#death #fate
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corruption
Corruption
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
I like winter evenings in Portugal
lit wood fire
my wife prepares the evening meal
On my way home one evening
a police officer stopped me
something about my headlight
I thought of offering him a bribe
but had no idea how to go about it
Police officers are not well-paid
and Christmas was coming up
I'm not a regular Don Corleone
The officer looked disappointed
the traffic fine is sent by post
I told my wife about this episode
the hairdresser in the village
had told her the officer shaves ...
#aging
#birth
#childhood
#dating
#LifeCycle
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October Poems 2024 >> the golden earth
A poem for each day of the month in which I was born
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
October 04
the golden earth
this island feasts upon the toils of men
in sweat-soaked denim slacks and khaki shirts,
who greet the dawn tide by the cattle pen,
arterial quests awaiting daylight flirts.
carbolic soap freshens the atmosphere,
black-coffee belches fouling it in turn,
with early swigs of intoxicant beer
hoarsing the palate with eye-blinking burn.
the golden earth plays havoc with their hands,
blisters and bruises humouring their touch;
for...
#birth
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeCycle
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A Legacy
for my granddaughter Varley
I open my arms to receive you.
Cradling your tiny head,
I gently kiss the soft tufts of your hair.
A rush of sweetness envelops me.
Powder and lotion, long-buried memories
of holding such a delicate life in my hands.
Buried but not forgotten.
To hold you feels right;
to hold you feels like love and home
and Hope.
I marvel at your miniature fingers and toes,
how such a small thing
can make me want to live so much.
I burn silently with love and tenderness
for you.
You are...
I open my arms to receive you.
Cradling your tiny head,
I gently kiss the soft tufts of your hair.
A rush of sweetness envelops me.
Powder and lotion, long-buried memories
of holding such a delicate life in my hands.
Buried but not forgotten.
To hold you feels right;
to hold you feels like love and home
and Hope.
I marvel at your miniature fingers and toes,
how such a small thing
can make me want to live so much.
I burn silently with love and tenderness
for you.
You are...
#birth
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After Summer comes The Rains
i love the summers torrid, their Stark feel
time when the winds hold the time still
wherein the mirage waving like a dream sea
where silhouette twist their eerie entity
zenithal heat, vertical sun, burning limit
zero shadow, Dante's inferno, the sky's lit
zephyr of a sighing giant in the gaping air
under a disk flaming, sending sizzling glare
it feels like time is always and ever hot
lose any reviving, any freshening thought
but,to such flaring flames, the more i light
every flaming pyre, in the deep of night
there,...
time when the winds hold the time still
wherein the mirage waving like a dream sea
where silhouette twist their eerie entity
zenithal heat, vertical sun, burning limit
zero shadow, Dante's inferno, the sky's lit
zephyr of a sighing giant in the gaping air
under a disk flaming, sending sizzling glare
it feels like time is always and ever hot
lose any reviving, any freshening thought
but,to such flaring flames, the more i light
every flaming pyre, in the deep of night
there,...
#birth
#fire
#rain
#storm
#water
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