poetry
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So something a little different tonight. When I was younger, I used to suffer the most terrifying nightmares. Fortunately, less so now, but I still remember trying to stay awake to avoid them. The Demons in my Mind Strange nightmares fall into my head, and banish hope of sleep. Phantasms stark in lurid hues,…
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My wonderful wife Lynn has been listening to my poems this month and mentioned that I seem to be on a self-awareness kick. Apparently, she’s right (as she usually is). What Price the Dream? “Livin’ the dream.” you hear them say, but at what price that dream? The fancy house, the shiny car, are…
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Here we are at day 6 of NaPoWriMo and I’m starting to question why I do this. So that’s what I’ll write about tonight. A Rambling Thought I sit and write and as I do, a thought occurs to me. Why do I write? What is the point? What use can these words be?…
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It’s late and I should be in bed, buuuuuut…… this should just take a minute. Seek a Different Path The dance begins, the battle joined, the words cut just like knives. We know that we should just let go, this is not worth our lives. But we can’t just forget the hurts, keep living…
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Morality For The Lost A demon danced in dead man’s shoes, His face turned to the rain. An angel raged on through the night, Adrift on seas of pain. A babe new born an orphan lost, Alone and powerless. A demon too far gone to curse, The angel cannot bless. The babe, a child, grows…
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Commonality So I believe and know this truth, I am the same as you. Not in the way I speak or look Nor in the things I do. It’s what we are that is the same, This we should keep in mind. And understand the falseness of, Divisions that you find. What matter gender, race…
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I’m A Very Rash Person I almost wrote no verse today, My focus is not there. I’ve got the plague, the walking death, My skin hates me I swear. It’s blistered, lumpy, burning, raw, The itching drives me mad. It’s spreading fast it’s spreading far, My face looks really bad. I do not know just…
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Writers’ Dream Immortal words upon the page, A lasting legacy. Which unborn generations yet May read and think of me. For in these words a man may live, Far longer than his days. That’s why one must choose carefully, Exactly what he says. Who wants to be remembered as, A bully or a thug? As…
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Soldiers’ Lament For glory and for honour and, To uphold what is right, These are the answers given when, They ask us why we fight. They point to battles fought and won, To tyrants we’ve destroyed. Talk like we’re saving everyone, Each time we are deployed. No longer are things black or white, The wars…
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Creative Block It’s happening, that time of year, A full week yet to go. My inspiration has dried up, What will I write? Oh no! This happens every year to me, Not sure what I should write. If I can’t get my head to work, There’ll be no post tonight. Somehow the harder that I…
Brain Bits To Go 