wallyroo92
Poem Published
Today 1:26am
Today 1:26am
Little Eternity
As the years pass by her memory fades away,
The story of her youth and all the ties bind,
But in between the happiness and sadness,
There’s one recollection she never left behind.
Her eyes tell a narrative with so few words,
You'd swear you were watching it on a screen,
The secrets of her heart whisper such a tale,
You’d feel her emotions better than a dream.
It’s been over six decades since that time,
When she cradled those twins in her arms,
The world seemed so young in those days,
Growing up in rural areas and...
The story of her youth and all the ties bind,
But in between the happiness and sadness,
There’s one recollection she never left behind.
Her eyes tell a narrative with so few words,
You'd swear you were watching it on a screen,
The secrets of her heart whisper such a tale,
You’d feel her emotions better than a dream.
It’s been over six decades since that time,
When she cradled those twins in her arms,
The world seemed so young in those days,
Growing up in rural areas and...
#heartbroken
#TimeHeals
#memorial
14 reads
1 Comment
Tallen
earth_empath
earth_empath
Poem Published
4th Dec 2019 11:21pm
4th Dec 2019 11:21pm
Contravene please
I have not slept well since You began to
YELL
I hear You but when I need to sleep
I need to sleep.
& still You yell – the “white-noise”
Deafening and I struggle
To be
To sleep
To…l
Don’t feel for one iota that I do not miss…
YOU
Daughter of mine,
I struggle to live in this world
To Honor You and help others
But
This is not without cost to
My body
My mine
My sanity
My Ki
I hear You but You need to tone it down
As I long for REM sleep
And my REM is...
YELL
I hear You but when I need to sleep
I need to sleep.
& still You yell – the “white-noise”
Deafening and I struggle
To be
To sleep
To…l
Don’t feel for one iota that I do not miss…
YOU
Daughter of mine,
I struggle to live in this world
To Honor You and help others
But
This is not without cost to
My body
My mine
My sanity
My Ki
I hear You but You need to tone it down
As I long for REM sleep
And my REM is...
#love
#grief
#death
#memorial
#daughter
23 reads
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
28th Nov 2019 4:50pm
28th Nov 2019 4:50pm
A Grossly Inaccurate Recital of Revolution, Baseball, & Brooklyn, (via The Green-Wood )
(Fair Use" invoked - image)
Freaklet's
Funfantasiyic murder'mess to
most forgivable, yet
unforgiving,
forgave only
itself herself
hisself wit just a rude para-graph,
( writ in the clearest mud
imaginable) for such a crucial amerikan
waterway
since Washington lept the Gowanus Canal,
barefoot, in the dead'cold winter( of his tossing
King George's coin across the river, just to show
how talented he...
Freaklet's
Funfantasiyic murder'mess to
most forgivable, yet
unforgiving,
forgave only
itself herself
hisself wit just a rude para-graph,
( writ in the clearest mud
imaginable) for such a crucial amerikan
waterway
since Washington lept the Gowanus Canal,
barefoot, in the dead'cold winter( of his tossing
King George's coin across the river, just to show
how talented he...
#death
#memorial
#graveyard
#nostalgia
#rebellion
41 reads
8 Comments
strawberrywilds
Lina
Lina
Poem Published
20th Nov 2019 7:23pm
20th Nov 2019 7:23pm
Yesterdays' Girl
Can you remember who I am?
I wandered in from yesterday
I’m sending out a telegram
Can you remember who I am?
With an old fret-board diagram
I can’t remember how you’d play
Can you remember who I am?
I wandered in from yesterday
I wandered in from yesterday
I’m sending out a telegram
Can you remember who I am?
With an old fret-board diagram
I can’t remember how you’d play
Can you remember who I am?
I wandered in from yesterday
#grief
#BestFriend
#death
#memories
#memorial
25 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
7th Nov 2019 2:18pm
7th Nov 2019 2:18pm
In'spired By The Passing of Ginger Baker (1939-2019)
An original photograph of another photograph>>>>>"Fair Use" invoked.
I can't believe
I won't believe
I don't believe
how long, nor
how unlong
it is that
'these people' I think of as dead, have been indeed dead.
All these great artists that i love being stoney-cold
dead.
This isn't funny. It's fuckin hilarious, this transience, (or...
I can't believe
I won't believe
I don't believe
how long, nor
how unlong
it is that
'these people' I think of as dead, have been indeed dead.
All these great artists that i love being stoney-cold
dead.
This isn't funny. It's fuckin hilarious, this transience, (or...
#sadness
#grief
#death
#memorial
#despair
93 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
2nd Nov 2019 1:10pm
2nd Nov 2019 1:10pm
What it means
The poppy
#memorial
44 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
31st Oct 2019 3:15pm
31st Oct 2019 3:15pm
Lew Welch (1926-1971) - is missing
PHOTO: by Steamboat / Lew Welch, 1968
A poom to the
poet who took
a long long walk
into the Sierra Nevada,
trusty six-gun by his side,.
for all we know he may
yet be out there truckin'
through bramble'n'brier
as we speak.
Them be some big woods
back there, Not a trace.
48 years.
(Out looking for "grace)?
Hey, Lew! Where thfuck
are you these days?
We still be here awaiting your
return with news from the
great amerikan forest.
...
A poom to the
poet who took
a long long walk
into the Sierra Nevada,
trusty six-gun by his side,.
for all we know he may
yet be out there truckin'
through bramble'n'brier
as we speak.
Them be some big woods
back there, Not a trace.
48 years.
(Out looking for "grace)?
Hey, Lew! Where thfuck
are you these days?
We still be here awaiting your
return with news from the
great amerikan forest.
...
#sadness
#depression
#death
#memorial
#WritingPoetry
89 reads
2 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
29th Oct 2019 2:12am
29th Oct 2019 2:12am
Silence of the Bless'ed Girl'chylde
nothing to be
nothing to do
no delicate hand to hold
oldster in a (might be) blank room
no more music
silence 16 months now
(from near 1/2 century constant
play and absorbing each & every)
silence 16 months now,
ever since she went
dispersed
into Eternity,
(or who-knows-where?)
instruments (old horns) silent more
than a year...............
( when will we ever Get Out ? )
( how many more tears to pay ? )
...
nothing to do
no delicate hand to hold
oldster in a (might be) blank room
no more music
silence 16 months now
(from near 1/2 century constant
play and absorbing each & every)
silence 16 months now,
ever since she went
dispersed
into Eternity,
(or who-knows-where?)
instruments (old horns) silent more
than a year...............
( when will we ever Get Out ? )
( how many more tears to pay ? )
...
#father
#death
#memorial #daughter
#memorial #daughter
88 reads
6 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
27th Oct 2019 4:51pm
27th Oct 2019 4:51pm
Some Zed`s
I though I would take some Zed's
Have a small doze and rest my head
But my stomach felt upset
It was the zucchini and zoysia soup
Dipped crisp bread of zwieback in the gloop
I was quite ill, felt quite grim
My being floating like a zeppelin
Not the zenith of the day
The hospital was in Mesopotamia
A ziggart mostly made of clay
The doctors prescribed tincture of zinc
So bitter that it made me wince
My head it swam. blue zinnias sprout
Fantasies of alphabet compete and shout
A to Z the poetry that were announced ...
Have a small doze and rest my head
But my stomach felt upset
It was the zucchini and zoysia soup
Dipped crisp bread of zwieback in the gloop
I was quite ill, felt quite grim
My being floating like a zeppelin
Not the zenith of the day
The hospital was in Mesopotamia
A ziggart mostly made of clay
The doctors prescribed tincture of zinc
So bitter that it made me wince
My head it swam. blue zinnias sprout
Fantasies of alphabet compete and shout
A to Z the poetry that were announced ...
#LifeChangingMoment
#memorial
#acceptance
40 reads
0 Comments
slipalong
Poem Published
25th Oct 2019 10:51am
25th Oct 2019 10:51am
Twin towers
For no reason
Comes visions that nine eleven
The somehow of a whispered confession
That god could help the anger lessen
The statuesque that was ours to construct
Its landings where the lifts did stop
Turned the wing and lined it up
The time of abrieviated shock
Of gasps and cries as we obsorbed
Impailed the dagger that decends
Concrete an steel with fire scorched
No time to say a last amen
The swirling dust
Some without names
Affronts process, a nation and its loss
Of pictures...
Comes visions that nine eleven
The somehow of a whispered confession
That god could help the anger lessen
The statuesque that was ours to construct
Its landings where the lifts did stop
Turned the wing and lined it up
The time of abrieviated shock
Of gasps and cries as we obsorbed
Impailed the dagger that decends
Concrete an steel with fire scorched
No time to say a last amen
The swirling dust
Some without names
Affronts process, a nation and its loss
Of pictures...
#memorial
35 reads
0 Comments
dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Poem Published
21st Oct 2019 11:33pm
21st Oct 2019 11:33pm
The Cut-short Lives of Leah Marie (1987-2018) and Stanford White (1853-1906)
Who's love loves genuine?genuine to who's love love love?
Who's the
genuine gentle genius
who's writing this
love song
and has
nothing to do to do to do wit love, neither
intimate, nor brOtherly,
by...
Who's the
genuine gentle genius
who's writing this
love song
and has
nothing to do to do to do wit love, neither
intimate, nor brOtherly,
by...
#grief
#death
#memories
#memorial
#nostalgia
30 reads
6 Comments
Walt55
Poem Published
20th Oct 2019 1:09am
20th Oct 2019 1:09am
Midway Remembered
A sea of white,
Silently stood,
Around the great monument,
Of stone and wood.
Men and Women solemnly stood,
Tears of sorrow,
For each forgotten ,
Sailor and friend.
As each ships name,
Sailor's rank read,
Midway's sea battles,
Tears were shed.
As taps was played,
They stood as one,
As sea of white,
Proudly stood strong.
As the stars and stripes ,
Were carried off,
The next generation in honor,
Grabbed the torch.[/font]
Silently stood,
Around the great monument,
Of stone and wood.
Men and Women solemnly stood,
Tears of sorrow,
For each forgotten ,
Sailor and friend.
As each ships name,
Sailor's rank read,
Midway's sea battles,
Tears were shed.
As taps was played,
They stood as one,
As sea of white,
Proudly stood strong.
As the stars and stripes ,
Were carried off,
The next generation in honor,
Grabbed the torch.[/font]
#war
#sea
#memorial
39 reads
1 Comment
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