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PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
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PAR
Poem Published
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
17th Jul 2024 1:12pm
Dream unfolded
From that corner you can see the house
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
Anchored to the dogs in the sun (dormant)
As if the river no longer had teeth
Absorbed in his thoughts
Silent as barked birch trees
Still floating in a volatile stillness
Once the war is lost, we have to hold on to the air
Write the laws in washed stone
Repeat the litany of saints (dormant)
Treating everything like there is no tomorrow
Again and again, and once again
Leave the wings against the wall
Hear the wind pass and carry the feathers
Rhyming river with house...
#fish
#home
#redemption
#river
#wind
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
The S.S. Steward Ship
It's every man for himself, they say,
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
#home
#earth
#environment #pollution
#environment #pollution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
The S.S. Steward Ship
It's every man for himself, they say,
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
#home
#earth
#environment #pollution
#environment #pollution
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MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
The S.S. Steward Ship
It's every man for himself, they say,
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
#home
#earth
#environment #pollution
#environment #pollution
439 reads
0 Comments
MidnightSonneteer
Poem Published
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
19th Jun 2022 1:40am
The S.S. Steward Ship
It's every man for himself, they say,
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
On our sinking ship of state
And god help those who get in the way
Of America's free enterprise trait...
Always sharpening its dozer blade
To plough and pave more dreamy streets
Where industry and ownership trade
Mother nature for new motorcar fleets
Parked on a patch we pretend to own,
As aristocrats on sovereign earth,
But where indebtedness is what gets grown
When only mortgages are giving birth,
Which poorly treats god given soil
Almost as bad as fracking oil.
#home
#earth
#environment #pollution
#environment #pollution
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
#depression
#heartbroken
#home
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
#depression
#heartbroken
#home
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
#depression
#heartbroken
#home
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
426 reads
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gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
#depression
#heartbroken
#home
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
426 reads
0 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
1st Jun 2019 11:17pm
Broken Home, Impoverished Spirit
Home, the encasement of my mind and body.
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
Its foundations cracked, its roof tiles splintered,
in come the tear-showers!
The only home I possess floods.
These bones are fractured,
my soul shattered.
I lock my mouth of this broken home shut,
never to tell its secrets.
The eyes of this dwelling,
the windows of this soul webbed in cracks.
I peer out but can’t make anything of the outside anymore.
The outside to me is a forest of dead grass and slithering snakes.
Damn this wrecked body!
Illness wears on you...
#depression
#heartbroken
#home
#MentalHealth
#SelfWorth
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Summerrain75
Poem Published
24th Mar 2019 5:18pm
24th Mar 2019 5:18pm
Childhood Memories
The sound of the waves
Were like music to my ears
When the tide was high
The sea lapped at the footbridge
Spraying water on my feet
When the moon was full
And the tide would rose above
Our house would be wet
Flooded by the sea water
On some mornings on high tides
The sea was my ground
Where I swam and dived and jumped
As a growing child
Who lived in a home by the sea
In a place so far away
Sea was everything to me
The joy of my childhood years
That kept me spellbound
Its wonders and...
Were like music to my ears
When the tide was high
The sea lapped at the footbridge
Spraying water on my feet
When the moon was full
And the tide would rose above
Our house would be wet
Flooded by the sea water
On some mornings on high tides
The sea was my ground
Where I swam and dived and jumped
As a growing child
Who lived in a home by the sea
In a place so far away
Sea was everything to me
The joy of my childhood years
That kept me spellbound
Its wonders and...
#home
#sea
#nature
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