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poetryaccident
Poem Published
12th Aug 2019 9:55am
12th Aug 2019 9:55am
Sad Discharge
When a world dreams the next
three small wishes become one
each with the knowledge of the last
until the natal is surpassed
a first asks for a new day
demands existence to coalesce
against the tides of ignorance
combined with fears few admit
the second grasps rainbow tears
puts to sleep the tendencies
to look behind when progress asks
forward movement at long last
a final third belies the rest
for the progress thus attained
when the curtain falls to ground
the new is old in sad discharge.
©...
three small wishes become one
each with the knowledge of the last
until the natal is surpassed
a first asks for a new day
demands existence to coalesce
against the tides of ignorance
combined with fears few admit
the second grasps rainbow tears
puts to sleep the tendencies
to look behind when progress asks
forward movement at long last
a final third belies the rest
for the progress thus attained
when the curtain falls to ground
the new is old in sad discharge.
©...
#dreams
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DCLXVI_1989
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 6:27pm
24th Aug 2019 6:27pm
And Here, I Shall Not Be
There once was a time where i wasn't.
A time I'm told, but cannot conceive.
That births notions of how I've formed,
Into the resemblance of man i am today.
There shall be a time when I'm not.
With my hands holding the clock.
As my eyes begin to tick.
Counting on the seconds to fulfill my end
A time I'm told, but cannot conceive.
That births notions of how I've formed,
Into the resemblance of man i am today.
There shall be a time when I'm not.
With my hands holding the clock.
As my eyes begin to tick.
Counting on the seconds to fulfill my end
#learning
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
24th Aug 2019 10:01pm
24th Aug 2019 10:01pm
Craving’s Bliss
Floating gentle on the wave
only felt within the brain
hidden from the sight of those
wondering why the need exists
a delightful fuzz that consumes
agitation of the mood
always there beyond the veil
responsibility that must prevail
damning all to turn the wheels
creating thirsts of the soul
asking lubrication to extend
to the balm of troubled woes
a comfortable numb with regard
for the depths of agony
escaped at last in the waves
dependence spun from craving’s needs.
© 2019. Sean Green. All...
only felt within the brain
hidden from the sight of those
wondering why the need exists
a delightful fuzz that consumes
agitation of the mood
always there beyond the veil
responsibility that must prevail
damning all to turn the wheels
creating thirsts of the soul
asking lubrication to extend
to the balm of troubled woes
a comfortable numb with regard
for the depths of agony
escaped at last in the waves
dependence spun from craving’s needs.
© 2019. Sean Green. All...
#addiction
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oskar
Poem Published
6th Aug 2019 8:42am
6th Aug 2019 8:42am
snow 1956
Snow 1956
Snowy night, streets were covered in a calm,
carpet of white and since it was Sunday morning,
with few cars about, the grubby town looked as
beautiful as a fairy tale; till Monday, when traffic
would churn snow into yellow, dirty slush and
people, in black or drab grey, would have mist
coming out of their mouths as they moaned about
the weather. In the park, the snow would last for
days and I could make my footprints large by
subbing my feet on white ground land contrasting
black trees and pale sky made for stark...
Snowy night, streets were covered in a calm,
carpet of white and since it was Sunday morning,
with few cars about, the grubby town looked as
beautiful as a fairy tale; till Monday, when traffic
would churn snow into yellow, dirty slush and
people, in black or drab grey, would have mist
coming out of their mouths as they moaned about
the weather. In the park, the snow would last for
days and I could make my footprints large by
subbing my feet on white ground land contrasting
black trees and pale sky made for stark...
#winter
#fall
#spring #night
#spring #night
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yelluw_always
Poem Published
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
8th Jan 2019 9:55pm
6. Annotated Peoples Make Connections: if they walked around in love/for love/by love with SFX labels to their chests
my ears; jurassic lying dogs
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
crack an eye
at the slam door&shuts
with gutta-percha
abandoned housevines.
serum-anaesthetic so numb-
far from toilet.
bagful-godless plastic fluidclear
balloon stringing me along,
hear for me, my gadgets, my souls floating.
ersatz-doktor, labellapel I can’t
read-with-the-focus-upon-what-doesn’t-
I gear like your timepiece.
flat back & a tucked sweat-buckets
head wrap, time-bandage bondage aesthetic,
glass darkly revels when I sideblink
after a venerable dreamless...
#technology
#politics
#sacrifice #disability
#sacrifice #disability
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MJ-SWIM
M.J S.W.I.M
M.J S.W.I.M
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 2:14am
23rd Aug 2019 2:14am
Warehouse
Moving boxes down a line
Some are dirty some are fine
Perfect little boxes in a line
Put on lettered pallets, D is mine
I move the boxes down the line
Sometimes not on company time
I hurt myself, boss says I'm fine
Can't be fucked on company time
Some are dirty some are fine
Perfect little boxes in a line
Put on lettered pallets, D is mine
I move the boxes down the line
Sometimes not on company time
I hurt myself, boss says I'm fine
Can't be fucked on company time
#myself
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Cyndi_Moone
Poem Published
18th Nov 2017 3:02pm
18th Nov 2017 3:02pm
The "Holy-Roller" Sisters
After going around the world looking for answers
Looking for a soul who'd understand
The sorrow and the void deep in my soul,
The fear so thick, it chokes my very breath
When it wraps its heavy darkness around me
Searching high and low to find peace and joy once more
Reaching out to Jesus on my own, but returning empty-handed...
Pushing my way through multitudes to reach some help.
Laying in bed, forming puddles with my tears...
I've begged pastors and preachers to pray deliverance for me
And they laugh and turn me away saying,...
Looking for a soul who'd understand
The sorrow and the void deep in my soul,
The fear so thick, it chokes my very breath
When it wraps its heavy darkness around me
Searching high and low to find peace and joy once more
Reaching out to Jesus on my own, but returning empty-handed...
Pushing my way through multitudes to reach some help.
Laying in bed, forming puddles with my tears...
I've begged pastors and preachers to pray deliverance for me
And they laugh and turn me away saying,...
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Inkognito
Poem Published
6th Aug 2019 8:49pm
6th Aug 2019 8:49pm
The Notebook
I have a monster under my bed, where the monster behind Inkognito lives.
Don´t look.
The face of it will give you nightmares, it´s eyes will crawl in your soul and it´s teeth will bite every piece of it.
I have skeletons in my closet, where the secrets of the man behind Inkognito is.
Don´t open it.
The secrets it contains will make you loose your´ mind. It will crawl into your heart, to find it´s path to your´ humanity and tear every part of it till you go in madness.
I have ghosts in my basement, where the man behind Inkognito seals them. ...
Don´t look.
The face of it will give you nightmares, it´s eyes will crawl in your soul and it´s teeth will bite every piece of it.
I have skeletons in my closet, where the secrets of the man behind Inkognito is.
Don´t open it.
The secrets it contains will make you loose your´ mind. It will crawl into your heart, to find it´s path to your´ humanity and tear every part of it till you go in madness.
I have ghosts in my basement, where the man behind Inkognito seals them. ...
#dark
#secrets
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poetryaccident
Poem Published
19th Aug 2019 2:54am
19th Aug 2019 2:54am
Balm Extended
How many words would it take
to exclaim the breadth of life
something more the mundane
against the range of rainbow space?
reassurance becomes the grail
from the bard or minister
each with a tool near at hand
holding letters to be heard
those exclamations in holy text
ask their due with curt distress
as the statements fall too short
of the needs for spectrum’s dreams
the poet’s muse responds in kind
fills the gap where creeds are blind
with a comfort the lost long seek
a balm extended as souls are...
to exclaim the breadth of life
something more the mundane
against the range of rainbow space?
reassurance becomes the grail
from the bard or minister
each with a tool near at hand
holding letters to be heard
those exclamations in holy text
ask their due with curt distress
as the statements fall too short
of the needs for spectrum’s dreams
the poet’s muse responds in kind
fills the gap where creeds are blind
with a comfort the lost long seek
a balm extended as souls are...
#WritingPoetry
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Vandel_Viaclovsky
Van
Van
Poem Published
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
5th Aug 2019 11:22pm
Hawthorne
Racing rapidfire across the way
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
out of that dust bowl blaze
melted onto 5th street
rustled into the Sand n Sage.
& so it is that i am become this burnt toast earth
a slab of pale beefsteak sizzling away
as the brain sweats yesterday out
this whole town, it occurs to me,
looks as if it is
one large abandoned
dogeared rooftop, ...
#city
#summer
#drugs
#confessional
#travel
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cloventongue89
Poem Published
11th Aug 2019 11:32pm
11th Aug 2019 11:32pm
Never Beginning Story
oh the greater joy of a thankless word
I am a nameless face
and a voice unheard
unbound to accolade or temporal praise
looking for a new way to convey the same message
truth before the cleverest lie we phrase
back from sabbatical silence
true peace is made of violence
conflicts of controversy
you name it all subjective
but love is absolute
when existence is the evidence of a God beyond refute
finite reason based in seeking for denial to self justify
no stone casts truer than the accusation in your own eye...
I am a nameless face
and a voice unheard
unbound to accolade or temporal praise
looking for a new way to convey the same message
truth before the cleverest lie we phrase
back from sabbatical silence
true peace is made of violence
conflicts of controversy
you name it all subjective
but love is absolute
when existence is the evidence of a God beyond refute
finite reason based in seeking for denial to self justify
no stone casts truer than the accusation in your own eye...
#violence
#silence
#Christian
#LifeAsAWriter
#philosophical
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slipalong
Poem Published
23rd Aug 2019 9:06pm
23rd Aug 2019 9:06pm
Reasonable doubt (narrow escape)
When I stood in the congregation
And hung my head in shame
For I no fear to turn the tide of mitigation
Untied but still remain
When the vicar asks the question
Bitten tongue your awkward silence
Does any here have good reason
They not be wed and to have that licence
For when I started out a ferris wheel it soared
The lift of expectation the mezmerizing ride
A labarinth of feelings no chance of feeling bored
Finally feel connections deep inside
The strength to face what make you tick ...
And hung my head in shame
For I no fear to turn the tide of mitigation
Untied but still remain
When the vicar asks the question
Bitten tongue your awkward silence
Does any here have good reason
They not be wed and to have that licence
For when I started out a ferris wheel it soared
The lift of expectation the mezmerizing ride
A labarinth of feelings no chance of feeling bored
Finally feel connections deep inside
The strength to face what make you tick ...
#breakup
#betrayal
#IMissYou
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