Poetry

The light

Human race came up with the conclusion that is to say being promiscuous is the end result of the human rights revolutionary era. that we after fighting for many years to gurantee human equality...

Now tell me about your wildest dreams, don't hold back, dive, strive for your life.

Let me find how sweet you could be. Oh love, stop the seek and hide!

Let the light within to shine. 

It...

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The Fight

This poem is written from the perspective of a person who is one half of a relationship and it is told in the aftermath of an argument between the couple. The narrator feels powerless...

There are things that you don’t like to talk about,

So you walk away while I flail and shout.

You say my attitude’s to blame

And that one of us should walk away.

I suspect that it’s a...

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She Had Ice For Eyes

I was tired from the long journey of finding what wasn’t,

It was like chasing one's tail without having one.

The sun was blazing hot and the sky was painted copper.

I saw an outline far ahead...

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abstract poetry

Televison is giving us a brief train of thought, which, in turn, is making poetry brief and concise.  I am submitting some poetic sayings which have been influenced by television.

~~Epigrams

1. There is something very sacred about the concept of Free Will. And the Spirituality of Time and Place.

2. Man is naturally good, Living in a corruptible world.

3. When good men do bad things, Bad things happen...

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A Robins Visit

I personally believe a robin visiting is a sign that our loved one has returned to comfort us in some way, To let us know that they are still here with us in spirit, Having...

I see you on the windowsill, I see your eyes so clear, You stand there never looking in, never showing fear. I know your here to comfort me, you never stay too long. To...

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A Robins Visit 2

I personally believe a robin visiting is a sign that our loved one has returned to comfort us in some way, To let us know that they are still here with us in spirit. Having...

I see you on the windowsill, I see your eyes so clear, You stand there never looking in, never showing fear. I know your here to comfort me, you never stay too long. To...

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Painting of Emerald Dream

A Poem I wrote after painting a landscape oil painting in Jan 2017 - The poem is about the painting

The moss carpet laid by no man and threaded on by same, a hue to never be replicated by no hand Am I the only eye to see no man, no hand no one...

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Jihad Donald Trump Style

the brinksmanship, daring and fanatical hatefully jilted mindset of this loose cannon barreling his bragadoccio at the tipping point of global conflagration.

The glory of America, now heats up with agitation poised to strike on the brink sans legislation incites humiliation, which goads desecration as fete accompli chink in armor of Democratic rubric, constituting capitalistic ethic,...

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Soul on Paper

During the past two years of my life, I have suffered much loss.  This is the culmination of reactions and feelings I've experienced as a result, and, as it truly is my soul on paper,...

In the darkest days I curse how I have been made; complexities never allowing me to plane, enduring the wrath...

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Chaos In The White House

the silent springing voices hinting at the major faux pas of this current presidential administration, whereby any future mistep could furlough donald trump whose paws already descrated, humiliated and lassoed the sacred freedoms of this

Congressman and senators forewent all manner of civility, fidelity and integrity wii hull ding broadswords, derringers and firearms as all hell broke loose as testimony to the dire prognostication foretold more than saber rattling...

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