Posts Tagged ‘poetry’
Conversation
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just great
all time memory
lost
not forgotten
glossed
figurative
restorative
wondering
finally
incremental
incidental
wandering
last seen
staked out
ignited
misunderstood
wishing
struck down
downtown
mainstreet
deforestation
alternate location
waiting
looking out
casting about
grasping
second option
only two
bright
despite delight
indeed alright
dashed
in conversation
altogether
alone
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Emotion
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it’s all been said already
but how often do we listen
as if for the first time
the thing about written verse, though
it lacks that interlude
where the writer (singer)
might lean their head back
and shout a scat of voice
emulating a musical instrument
accenting an emotion
buried deep in our souls
before returning to continue
aforementioned themes
evoked
oh-ooh yeeeeaah
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Swingsing
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winter starts tomorrow
daylight will stop getting shorter
a pendulum swings the other way
laughter will sound as good as always
maybe better
contagious viruses be damned
swingsinging rules apply
top of our lungs
without a care
regardless who might hear
running at full speed
for longer than lungs should allow
racing to be first
for no logical reason
watching the clock second hand
tick
wondering what it will be like
when time finally allows
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Should
.
go ahead
be all passionate about that
it’s a hot-button issue
gets people all riled up
don’t for a second think
that you might be misguided
maintain precision focus
ignore all the complexities
don’t bother to figure out
the deeper reasons
why bad policies benefit
a chosen few
root cause analysis
is not your job
it’s an issue of your faith
you have an obligation to sanctimony
really?
at the expense of what?
don’t look down your nose at unwed mothers
orphans
immigrants
the impoverished
anyone different than your narrow definition
of what a human should
.
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Believed
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loving you
is a habit I developed
from repetition that started
when I saw you the very first time
that I remember, anyway
when my heart rippled
involuntarily
and new feelings arose
from cells throughout my body
it wasn’t possible for me
to not be in love with you
not until later, anyway
when I began to get
in the way of my own healthy growth
building imagined realities
my brain willingly believed
but unraveling phantasmic strands
that disrupted true love
rekindled old feelings
and I discovered that old habit
was still hanging around
still growing, in fact
beyond limitations
my brain willingly believed
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Place
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standing in that place
of just taking up space
where feelings reside
buried inside
since the beginning of time
well past their prime
there is an urge just to breathe
without thinking
about what matters
in grand schemes
the things of our dreams
all the wealth of ideas
staring blankly between
hours of days
mischievous ways
then walking away
distracted
one more time
deciding to never stop
wanting to find
what resides in that place
taking up
precious space
.
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Relative Something 