Tag: poetry
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Sounding Like A Broken Record
I don’t want to write what everyone else is writing about I don’t want your thoughts to be my thoughts I want my own words But the world is too old Is there anything original left Or have all the words been taken? —————– Image by fabrikasimf on Freepik
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I’m Grumpy And I Don’t Care Who Knows It
You did what were supposed to do You got married Solved the mystery of sex Somehow procreated Or tried to anyway After 40 years of a 30 year mortgage You finally paid off the house Painted the picket fence a dozen times Always off white Now you are old Can’t learn a new language Or…
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Imagine If You Will
A world without colorOne single, long road that goes on foreverA vast nothingness Dense fog obscures the viewOne never sees what’s beyond The last bus stopWith no people Leading to nowhere except the Twilight Zone (Image on Pixabay)
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Your Spirit
I try to feel the residue of your spirit in this room you spent the last week of your life in But it is empty As if you were never here. ——– (Photo by Zoya Loonohod on Unsplash)
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Dark Writer
His writings are dark Always like heavy rain clouds Full of all things unearthly Words as cold as a grave vault in winter There is a light always just up ahead But he is too bloodthirsty to ever reach for it His is a dark world he hides in A gloomier shade of gray Without…
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Behind The Curtain
Things are happening beyond our control. One can feel the escalation The manipulation The pulled strings behind the proverbial curtain With the rise comes the fall and hard it will be. Minds ripped apart, hearing voices Pharmaceuticals is the modern golden calf A god to bow down to and worship A minority cannot hold back…
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Pray The Birds Come
They were doing a bird count in my neck of the woods An annual event at the beginning of Spring If the numbers fall short There will be grave global wide concern From America to the rain forests in the dark of Africa It will upset the very balance of things Putting the world’s equilibrium…
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Fog
A heavy pall has taken over the city So thick you could carve into it with a knife Creeping in slowly Almost insidious Its movement indecipherable Soon even the houses are concealed What lies within begins to disappear A heavy cloth dropped from the sky Blanketing us from life We wait in silence for her…
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Morning Greeting
Seeing an old tree cut down is like grieving the death of a very dear friend No more can I say “Good morning,” to you. ——–‐- (Photo by Johannes Plenio)
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Dark Dream
I had a dream that I called out to you by your Christian name The house started to get dark Very dark I knew you weren’t there But still I called I thought I heard you But I didn’t You are not there You haven’t been there in years ————— (Image by David Babayan on…
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