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A childhood in Portsmouth
Driving through the streets of Portsmouth
Each stop a new memory of the past
Growing up in a vast expanse of fun to explore and devour
Sea front to cycle along, the greenest grass to run and play
Schools, shops, houses, memories, memories and so much more
Sat on the sea front, looking out at the wild exciting sea
A sea that is so alive
Today we are alive
Today we are living
Memories…
Each stop a new memory of the past
Growing up in a vast expanse of fun to explore and devour
Sea front to cycle along, the greenest grass to run and play
Schools, shops, houses, memories, memories and so much more
Sat on the sea front, looking out at the wild exciting sea
A sea that is so alive
Today we are alive
Today we are living
Memories…
#historical
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Engrained
Old antique wood is good
in how it still feels
smooth as time
varnished in hope
holding its place
holds it space
a sentinel of the past
witnesses the present
yet looking to our future
with a very wary eye
in how it still feels
smooth as time
varnished in hope
holding its place
holds it space
a sentinel of the past
witnesses the present
yet looking to our future
with a very wary eye
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#historical
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Malta
Carved limestone rises from the sea
at last welcoming me
to this lone island sentinel
arisen from an ancient time
Yet remembered in rhyme
from the days of Virgil
an unending vigil
for those forever lost
Those who bore the cost
to follow their dreams
beyond poetic streams
to clash with wind and wave
In order to vanquish or save
by heroic deeds
satisfying lustful needs
for conquest and power
Recalling the day and hour
of each bold campaign
whether in sunshine or rain
alone...
at last welcoming me
to this lone island sentinel
arisen from an ancient time
Yet remembered in rhyme
from the days of Virgil
an unending vigil
for those forever lost
Those who bore the cost
to follow their dreams
beyond poetic streams
to clash with wind and wave
In order to vanquish or save
by heroic deeds
satisfying lustful needs
for conquest and power
Recalling the day and hour
of each bold campaign
whether in sunshine or rain
alone...
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#mythology
#travel
#historical
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The Question
Poetry Response to “The Question”
by Tony Hoagland
It always poses itself
high upon a shelf
looking forever down
on those of us waiting
As if now hesitating
perhaps out of spite
or maybe true delight
at our mortal predicament
While we read a thousand pages
consult a legion of old sages
to find an answer
to refine the divine truth
This deep mystery denied ...
by Tony Hoagland
It always poses itself
high upon a shelf
looking forever down
on those of us waiting
As if now hesitating
perhaps out of spite
or maybe true delight
at our mortal predicament
While we read a thousand pages
consult a legion of old sages
to find an answer
to refine the divine truth
This deep mystery denied ...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#historical
#wisdom
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Ancestral
We must know our poet ancestors" ~ Joy Harjo
I ride the distant ages flow
knowing that these sages know
the steep contours of my path
the decline of my ascent
Every moment in the present
is birthed from its past
always then meant to last
to witness its own cut future
While the ancestors nurture
this bold spirit inside
reveal all that I hide
from the red rusted dust
For the...
I ride the distant ages flow
knowing that these sages know
the steep contours of my path
the decline of my ascent
Every moment in the present
is birthed from its past
always then meant to last
to witness its own cut future
While the ancestors nurture
this bold spirit inside
reveal all that I hide
from the red rusted dust
For the...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#historical
#SelfDiscovery
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Malleability
It is the poet who pounds
the past back into you” ~ Amanda Gorman
Memory is its own song to sing
a most malleable thing
awaiting the hammer
awaiting the hand
Recounting blow after blow
in order to still know
what must be preserved
what we cannot forget
While we trudge on ahead
having said all we have said
in order to be clear
in order to be true
When all these lies denied
can no longer just hide
brought out into the sun
brought finally to account
So there is never...
the past back into you” ~ Amanda Gorman
Memory is its own song to sing
a most malleable thing
awaiting the hammer
awaiting the hand
Recounting blow after blow
in order to still know
what must be preserved
what we cannot forget
While we trudge on ahead
having said all we have said
in order to be clear
in order to be true
When all these lies denied
can no longer just hide
brought out into the sun
brought finally to account
So there is never...
#memories
#historical
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Gateway to Asia
You are a rich distant land
which helps me to understand
the concatenation of these years
with a sweet poetry for my ears
For it is here in Istanbul
where both sage and fool
have something still to learn
while the Turkish lamps still burn
Draped in a mystic mystery
it steeps in its Ottoman history
rich in an Orient of spices
with all that now so entices
But it is here along the coast
that I do relish the most
the taste of salt in the air ...
which helps me to understand
the concatenation of these years
with a sweet poetry for my ears
For it is here in Istanbul
where both sage and fool
have something still to learn
while the Turkish lamps still burn
Draped in a mystic mystery
it steeps in its Ottoman history
rich in an Orient of spices
with all that now so entices
But it is here along the coast
that I do relish the most
the taste of salt in the air ...
#TruthOfLife
#travel
#historical
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Grecian Yearning
Here you can just breathe history
a land before our modern time
chronicled in epic rhyme
forever steeped in its mystery
With the tales of Achilles
tales of courage, wrath and joy
echoed back here from Troy
carried upon an Aegean breeze
An honest, noble land
which keeps calling me back
to all these things I still lack
where honor was in demand
Flying upon Pegasus wings
recalling Homeric recitations
with all their dire implications
untainted by all these modern things
With much that I am...
a land before our modern time
chronicled in epic rhyme
forever steeped in its mystery
With the tales of Achilles
tales of courage, wrath and joy
echoed back here from Troy
carried upon an Aegean breeze
An honest, noble land
which keeps calling me back
to all these things I still lack
where honor was in demand
Flying upon Pegasus wings
recalling Homeric recitations
with all their dire implications
untainted by all these modern things
With much that I am...
#confessional
#LifeAsAWriter
#WritingPoetry
#travel
#historical
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Unforgettable
Amid the rise of the sun ,
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
The temptation of the heat that struck
And the clearance of the sky,
No sign of clouds,
Resemblance of the love
That incarnate as
The years go by
And the sound of shadows
Whispering
The absence
Of reality,
Intriguing as the curve of a
Ball thrown at 90 miles,
The ingestion of toxicity of
the proximity
Engulfed
The perception
Of a time
Hidden
Between
The ashes of
Burned pages,
While
scribbled intentions
for
centuries ...
#memories
#LifeCycle
#historical
#acceptance
#nostalgia
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God is Red
Beneath a sapphire sky
I do know why
God is red…
the color of my blood
For I see it in the mud
after the clouds weep
after the joys seep
from all our happy days
While my Native ways
were spilt
a knife up to the hilt
in a pallid betrayal
Leaving me to see
all in front of me
with that left behind
along these tearful trails
For scarlet is the hue
of a world rebirthed anew
with every word unsaid
yet still knowing… God is red
I do know why
God is red…
the color of my blood
For I see it in the mud
after the clouds weep
after the joys seep
from all our happy days
While my Native ways
were spilt
a knife up to the hilt
in a pallid betrayal
Leaving me to see
all in front of me
with that left behind
along these tearful trails
For scarlet is the hue
of a world rebirthed anew
with every word unsaid
yet still knowing… God is red
#nature
#spiritual
#historical
#culture
#tradition
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Poetry of Loss…
One cannot hope to gloss
over the poetry of loss
how these words still sting
spill their stain on everything
Leaving sacred lands by force
as history took a twisted course
no justice down through the years
along this unending trail of tears
Long past all of the flames
all that now remain are the names
of the brave Cherokee and Creek
ghost lands they still now seek
Forced to make their way west
having to face every test ...
over the poetry of loss
how these words still sting
spill their stain on everything
Leaving sacred lands by force
as history took a twisted course
no justice down through the years
along this unending trail of tears
Long past all of the flames
all that now remain are the names
of the brave Cherokee and Creek
ghost lands they still now seek
Forced to make their way west
having to face every test ...
#hate
#WritingPoetry
#historical
#culture
#tradition
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Penmanship
By writing words
the past holds fast
against the ravages of time
the past holds fast
against the ravages of time
#LifeAsAWriter
#TruthOfLife
#WritingPoetry
#historical
#wisdom
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DU Poetry : Least Read Historical Poems