Mikash
Poem Published
18th Mar 2022 3:20am
18th Mar 2022 3:20am
If Foucault Were A Panoptical Poet
I know not what happened before my memory.
Just take for granted what [i]I’ve been told.
From wrinkled lips
And tattered tomes
Come marked ‘membrances –
Songs of stodgy tone.
We, ourselves, are marked should we forget them.
“They” are the holidays.
We “manouvre” ourselves
In our “natural – malleable – forms”
To be “docile” – “drawn” – and “quartered” –
Fifteen minutes at a time.
Atomic clocks [are] like wartime...
Just take for granted what [i]I’ve been told.
From wrinkled lips
And tattered tomes
Come marked ‘membrances –
Songs of stodgy tone.
We, ourselves, are marked should we forget them.
“They” are the holidays.
We “manouvre” ourselves
In our “natural – malleable – forms”
To be “docile” – “drawn” – and “quartered” –
Fifteen minutes at a time.
Atomic clocks [are] like wartime...
#identity
#holiday
#philosophical
#culture
#tradition
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princeluteia
Luteia
Luteia
Poem Published
2nd Aug 2021 5:27am
2nd Aug 2021 5:27am
Lughnasadh // Shards of Summer
August 1st, Lughnasadh. The first harvest. The first feast. I laugh with the summer’s heatwave that leaves the rain a distant dream. The first harvest of autumn’s coming, the first harbinger of winter, the last night of true summer gracing my skin. So I shatter a window and collect the glass shards of the last sundown of summer. Before the leaves change colours, while I can still be myself. Before the fog rolls in, before my rainbow turns to gray and the bitter chill ahead. I peer into the looking-glass shards, and the light I see may yet still hold a trace of the warmer months.
I bake...
I bake...
#summer
#fall
#holiday #bittersweet
#holiday #bittersweet
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missjem56
Poem Published
16th Apr 2021 9:53pm
16th Apr 2021 9:53pm
(Don't) Cross That Bridge When One Comes To It
We reached our final destination, just outside a quiet little village in North Wales, for a peaceful camping holiday, and a well deserved escape from the humdrum. The sun was slowly breaking through a dewy morning mist, and the only signs of life, was a small stony quaint Welsh Cottage, set amongst a little wood in the distance, as a small plume of smoke rose from it's chimney.
Right by the camping area, was a very old stony bridge, which went over a rambling brook. There were various other tents on the site, but they appeared empty, and although there were vehicles by them, there was no...
Right by the camping area, was a very old stony bridge, which went over a rambling brook. There were various other tents on the site, but they appeared empty, and although there were vehicles by them, there was no...
#murder
#beauty
#holiday #escape
#holiday #escape
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Razzerleaf
Poem Published
29th Mar 2021 8:57pm
29th Mar 2021 8:57pm
Jamaica Inn
Five years between us, and still sharing a bedroom. I stared at the blue and white wave patterns in my brother's candlewick bedspread, they seemed to move like the ocean in the half-light of our small bedroom.
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
"Go on, please tell me the story again".
"Piss off and go to sleep, it's two in the fucking morning and we are leaving at four you little fucker".
"Keith, wake up, time to go".
Dad had turned off the heating and the water. I wrote the note for the milk man and drew a small 'Kilroy was here' in the corner. It was still dark outside as I climbed into...
#childhood
#beach
#holiday #travel
#holiday #travel
473 reads
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Alan-S-Jeeves
Poem Published
12th Mar 2021 1:18pm
12th Mar 2021 1:18pm
The Widecombe Fair Chestnut Mare (A Trilogy)
As the dawn broke above the moorlands of Yorkshire, in the English countryside, all was still. I was up and about, although a little earlier than my usual time, as the day began to stir. Not far away the hoot of an owl let me know that there was a trespasser in her territory. I looked up and sure enough, as my eyes adjusted to the morning half-light, high in the sky a sparrow hawk patrolled the heavens above me. Like the owl, yet in her own different and special way, she was magnificent.
Memories of long ago flooded my thoughts as I watched her in flight. When I was a...
Memories of long ago flooded my thoughts as I watched her in flight. When I was a...
#BestFriend
#holiday
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Jan 2021 10:06am
6th Jan 2021 10:06am
An Upbeat Inspirational Poem About Security and Bilge
Illustration: "Sentina is Spanish for bilge
Now It won't be long.
Then It won't be long.
4:17am
guard'dog ol'dada
patrols that night'dark, supplying
insomnia made for making security,
for that secure perimeter we all crave.
for that secure perimeter we all crave, how far
d'ye we should go? Personally, I'd go for a moat,
filled wit the most toxic intoXicant mixed wit
the bilge of however many ships stacked wit huge( iron)
boXes...
Now It won't be long.
Then It won't be long.
4:17am
guard'dog ol'dada
patrols that night'dark, supplying
insomnia made for making security,
for that secure perimeter we all crave.
for that secure perimeter we all crave, how far
d'ye we should go? Personally, I'd go for a moat,
filled wit the most toxic intoXicant mixed wit
the bilge of however many ships stacked wit huge( iron)
boXes...
#betrayal
#holiday
#TruthOfLife
#honesty
#admiration
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2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
20th Nov 2020 3:45pm
20th Nov 2020 3:45pm
A Triple Negative Takes Us Home For (bloody) Thanksgiving 2020
Slay that bird! Smash them taters! Cram thy berries! ~
Triple times Three, don't ye see
how we's at sea
wit'out so much as a sensible paddle.
Oh! Looky! It's a yellow dripping peepee tree,
bursting forth of such
good glee (&
most fertile ground for one stupendous Party
of microscopic little death'beings, as well as
of macroscopic (w)holes of Ass ).
Fuck all your winter holidays, amerika! For that
matter, fuck ALL yr holidays, every one one of...
Triple times Three, don't ye see
how we's at sea
wit'out so much as a sensible paddle.
Oh! Looky! It's a yellow dripping peepee tree,
bursting forth of such
good glee (&
most fertile ground for one stupendous Party
of microscopic little death'beings, as well as
of macroscopic (w)holes of Ass ).
Fuck all your winter holidays, amerika! For that
matter, fuck ALL yr holidays, every one one of...
#holiday
#faith
#fate
#funny
#gratitude
468 reads
4 Comments
CasketSharpe
Poem Published
19th Apr 2020 5:27pm
19th Apr 2020 5:27pm
Pissmas (The Golden Snow)
#dark
#holiday
#frustration
485 reads
4 Comments
Orc_Pirate_68
Poem Published
1st Jan 2020 5:33am
1st Jan 2020 5:33am
20/20
A new decade,
Memories that will never fade,
Loved, laughed, cried, yelled, wondered, wandered, and pondered.
I did some things I'm not proud of,
Like, to those I'm most fond of,
Whom I admire, for they inspire me to be my best,
With life, I got too stressed,
And I didn't wish them a happy Thanksgiving or Christmas,
Which I should have, regardless of my life's status,
And it makes me feel awful,
Worse than if I had ever been unlawful!
Now,
I avow to make things right,
To have a 20/20 soul (better than my eyesight). ...
Memories that will never fade,
Loved, laughed, cried, yelled, wondered, wandered, and pondered.
I did some things I'm not proud of,
Like, to those I'm most fond of,
Whom I admire, for they inspire me to be my best,
With life, I got too stressed,
And I didn't wish them a happy Thanksgiving or Christmas,
Which I should have, regardless of my life's status,
And it makes me feel awful,
Worse than if I had ever been unlawful!
Now,
I avow to make things right,
To have a 20/20 soul (better than my eyesight). ...
#love
#hope
#holiday
#TimeHeals
#learning
983 reads
4 Comments
Harold-Weathervein
Poem Published
31st Dec 2019 12:00pm
31st Dec 2019 12:00pm
2020 resolution. Hallway Talk.
Your hands are in your pockets.
hm?
Whatcha thinkin about?
been thinking about the new year lately...
Oh yeah?
yeah...
What about it?
i don't know. i was told to make a resolution...something about helping with healthy coping...
That might be a good idea. It's been a...weird year for you.
yeah...
Do something dumb and obvious. Quit smoking.
...I quit 7? years ago.
Oh yeah, right. Drinking?
i'll be coming up on 9 months dry...don't think i can...you know...start over...
True. Um what are some...
hm?
Whatcha thinkin about?
been thinking about the new year lately...
Oh yeah?
yeah...
What about it?
i don't know. i was told to make a resolution...something about helping with healthy coping...
That might be a good idea. It's been a...weird year for you.
yeah...
Do something dumb and obvious. Quit smoking.
...I quit 7? years ago.
Oh yeah, right. Drinking?
i'll be coming up on 9 months dry...don't think i can...you know...start over...
True. Um what are some...
#kindness
#relationships
#holiday #LifeCycle
#holiday #LifeCycle
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
8th Dec 2019 12:13pm
8th Dec 2019 12:13pm
Too Much Meat For A Marathon
F ailed all trials and
test drives a'part from what you'd
expect a rain falls which softens
the road to muddy parallels.
no excuse for the stupidities I dropped in passing.
and it was great fun to think we were having fun,
but
such fun is no longer an option,
When moon is gone and
the room is so dark and alonesome, it's like death is
the only prickling reality.
...
test drives a'part from what you'd
expect a rain falls which softens
the road to muddy parallels.
no excuse for the stupidities I dropped in passing.
and it was great fun to think we were having fun,
but
such fun is no longer an option,
When moon is gone and
the room is so dark and alonesome, it's like death is
the only prickling reality.
...
#hate
#death
#holiday
#consumerism
#prison
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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
6th Dec 2019 3:01pm
6th Dec 2019 3:01pm
Be'fix The Clocks (Fire Up No Rocks!)
pastrami in heaven, & a
heavenly poot-a-skoot
down the dreary bottom,
up to the heights of celestiality.....
mind you, if you mind the word,
ill fame will suppose you for the
rest of (remainder of)
yOur
multi-national life-times, all the while
ribbering gibberish worse than
than that Speaking-in-Tongues lingual shit
they try to pass=off as Jesus shit,
when all the time it was the true...
heavenly poot-a-skoot
down the dreary bottom,
up to the heights of celestiality.....
mind you, if you mind the word,
ill fame will suppose you for the
rest of (remainder of)
yOur
multi-national life-times, all the while
ribbering gibberish worse than
than that Speaking-in-Tongues lingual shit
they try to pass=off as Jesus shit,
when all the time it was the true...
#beach
#clouds
#holiday
#TimeHeals
#graveyard
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