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i figure for sixty bags and thirty boxes
and hanging around just long enough
to make sure nobody's jumping up and down | img2poems |
you won't be looking for me when you come back
shared blood having always made us invisible to each other
so when i hear you laugh that will suffice to make us free | img2poems |
winning can never get you to anything you will just be nobody you'll never be able to continue your future with just winning because winning isn't everything you can't just win countless times
if you lose it's just a part of your life it normal losing is something that makes your temper out of control like: mad sad and even stress
but we all have to remember that it's just a game it's not a game between being alive or dead so don't worry you have a future for you to move on and never let winning in your way | img2poems |
let me play the strains
of those cadenced memories
and lost orchestrated dreams | img2poems |
strains that ebb and flow
from my blue rustic aged
viola of loneliness | img2poems |
the pleasing smile on an angel's lips
such a captivating sight
made for an eternal gift to my eyes | img2poems |
on the threshold the pain stumbles over despair
and in the bedroom guarding memories curled tightly
a ginger cat gloomily meows | img2poems |
get on your bark sail to the distant pole
in walls of ice - and bit by bit forget
how they loved there perished fought gained goal | img2poems |
you are a mute witness
to this volley of bloodshed
know not how long | img2poems |
she speaks of willows grown aslant a brook
that drape the early tanagers
and house the thrush | img2poems |
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now the shadow trees are falling autumn
a wanderlust of corals fill up with rocks | img2poems |
my perplexity to know
how much away
from | img2poems |
finding a clear and present purpose
it's the hardest part to escape from the lucid dream
this fake reality that we call life without purpose | img2poems |
a caring heart
a smile a wave a wink
a moment that makes you stop and think | img2poems |
you're not alone even though it seems no one cares
lonely and surrounded by blank looks and empty stares
but there is someone out there someone who deeply cares | img2poems |
like searching for a diamond evasive it seems
impossible to find even in your wildest dreams
but find it you will ending your heart's longing pleas | img2poems |
as you search for the diamond through endless grains of sands
a battered heart on swollen knees and bruised hands
you'll find the one that one buried in the deepest of sands | img2poems |
the search may be painful tedious and dark
trouble maybe all that you find from the moment you start
but you will find that diamond and it will be dear to your heart | img2poems |
a caring heart
a smile a wave a wink
that moment will come and your hearts will sync | img2poems |
when i shall have given you the last one
you will have the whole of me
but i shall be dead | img2poems |
never together never apart stands a love awaiting a heart
a heart apart from a love a far together hearts loves always apart
love apart from a heart stands a heart a waiting | img2poems |
fluently speaks english loves cricket
shoulders are shaken by expression
she cries alone laughs with everyone | img2poems |
writes poems sings song loves football
he walks on the high-street and observes people
he laughs alone listens to everyone | img2poems |
three a
m
insomnia stricken | img2poems |
would do anything to get some sleep
a little blonde living in california
catches my eye on the computer screen | img2poems |
i got a space pack on in space
it's my only place
don't call me unless you are going fishing on mars | img2poems |
henceforth
great is the nature perfection the habit
humility the path and zenith the ambit | img2poems |
i hate to see her cry i'd wipe the tears from hers eyes
and do anything for her smile to come to
it makes me sad to see the girl with a million amp one laughs down in a hole amp blue | img2poems |
bizarre mania you're a bee in one's bonnet a quit thing
it might just last until spring
for this genre let no one know i was only engaged in friendly intercourse | img2poems |
i'm so very sorry
lover's i hope we can be
is there a way | img2poems |
in my heart in my head there is a place for you
and all the things i said i spoke the truth
i'll remember you | img2poems |
because doll you did something to me
you gave me eyes amp now i can see
everything | img2poems |
years have passed and i stand where we once laid
an as i look around everything's the same
except one thing | img2poems |
so i sit down on the ground lay back and rest my eyes
and as i drift into slumber our past comes alive
under the same starry sky | img2poems |
beloved beloved
just as ordinary just as dull
just as written | img2poems |
let molon and none else that ordeal brave
while we make ease our study and secure
some witch to charm all evil from our door | img2poems |
beside whose cornstacks may i oft again
plant my broad fan: while she stands by and smiles
poppies and cornsheaves on each laden arm | img2poems |
the first time
i dreamed the major thirteen
i was just over sixty | img2poems |
not thick brown rice and rice pilaw
or mushrooms creamed on toast
turnips mashed and parsnips hashed | img2poems |
health-food folks around the world
are thinned by anxious zeal
they look for help in seafood kelp | img2poems |
the world won't last
what are you
what am i | img2poems |
search it out and refresh thee
he will make thee wise and thou wilt find freedom
for thou art a captive and the world is a prison | img2poems |
into beautiful madness like a bridge between
all things near and far her heart a collectible
a piece of vintage art | img2poems |
planted treasure for love and tears
angel's seven years memory
author's note: a poem for a treasured not a trashed memory for my ex girlfriend whom i spent my life with for seven years | img2poems |
we the great gazebo built
they convicted us of guilt
bid me strike a match and blow | img2poems |
i use my soul
as a paper weight
to hold the mountains in place | img2poems |
we knew
we would not know them much
or more to know them much no more | img2poems |
pray i will and sing i must
and yet i weep oedipus' child
descends into the loveless dust | img2poems |
you are waiting like the bride on the abandoned bed
dreaming of him with open arms as he brings a sack full of dreams
extending your hands with softness as in the beloved hair | img2poems |
relaxing there
and beging for your dream intertwined in your long fingers
and while wiping your forehead you understand that godo arrived and your wait remained an endless wait | img2poems |
close your doors
i am the guardian
nothing belongs to you | img2poems |
i stand tall and am a dad
as lively i fly in sky
along with my little sanson-lad | img2poems |
as i pull over to a stop
seeing a twenty tun tractor coming towards me
all i think is there goes my mirror | img2poems |
o poor moon
you're just about your own radiant business
and all these freaks put it at your doorstep | img2poems |
i declare this tower is my symbol i declare
this winding gyring spiring treadmill of a stair is my ancestral stair
that goldsmith and the dean berkeley and burke have travelled there | img2poems |
saeva indignatio and the labourer's hire
the strength that gives our blood and state magnanimity of its own desire
everything that is not god consumed with intellectual fire | img2poems |
kral majales
june
boulder colorado | img2poems |
stomp stomp for home-made music
vibrations under skin
life's songs in your very own hands | img2poems |
a mass grave
to protect humans
from chicken flu | img2poems |
no-one else listens
food is prepared
everyone shouts commands | img2poems |
plates clatter
cutlery rattles
monks chant | img2poems |
what is revealed in its rise and fall
who stirs
who recedes | img2poems |
having fixed the stars in space
nicolaus copernicus sets the world
into motion | img2poems |
dispelling the notion
of an earth at rest
at the centre of the universe | img2poems |
incredulous at his own audacity
copernicus repeatedly wipes his brow
and furiously paces his study | img2poems |
finding his own place in space
copernicus awaits his death
a rigid motion transformation | img2poems |
everything is alive so that i can be alive
without moving i can see it all
in your life i see everything that lives | img2poems |
watch birth and death
the lotus has already
opened its flower | img2poems |
who can utter
the praise of such generosity
or the shame | img2poems |
take strong liquor to the workers
so that their strength may be calmed
until the sea-bathe at noon | img2poems |
we see the longer shadows of the sun
and sadden for the crane's flight has begun
remembering it was here that kore was lost | img2poems |
elated is your face
placid is thou mind
perhaps in me - the reason you'll find | img2poems |
when your heart trumpets with pride
and the highest achiever is shy
perhaps in me - the reason may lie | img2poems |
when your head is held high
and the biggest malady at cure
perhaps in me - humanity is pure | img2poems |
when your fictional dreams come true
and all your fancies is the reality before you
perhaps the reason is all that i aspire to do | img2poems |
when your expressions exhibit glory
and your brow speaks that out
perhaps the reason is me - my toiling bout | img2poems |
when you feel to love
and you intend for life
perhaps the reason is me - i have appeased your strife | img2poems |
a good broadening smile
filled with the joys of spring
perhaps the reason is me - the little i could bring | img2poems |
when your eyes appreciate
and your hands urge to bless
perhaps its me - i am the praise | img2poems |
when i feel blessed with a divine touch
a heavenly halo surrounding me
perhaps you mom is the reason of what i can be | img2poems |
someone always told me this with tears in her eyes
a wife left south africa in the 's to join her husband
who was in exile at the time | img2poems |
too much tumor there they'd said blandly
so in the end that's how she had lain on the pyre
and breathed in our hearts | img2poems |
most hurt on our neglect
but never neglect us
as nothing precious to her than us | img2poems |
when the branch fell off the tree it made an almighty noise
says mum
so we went downstairs to investigate | img2poems |
child the house is lonely
i feel alien in native acreage
come dear come back to womb | img2poems |
she knew this would lead to repentance
cakes she baked little stories she faked
but every night she lay awake | img2poems |
a harmony writ in her mind
an insecure feeling
that she might lose all her right | img2poems |
my mother believed it was okay admirable
even to have friends who were not white
but that you wouldn't want to marry them | img2poems |
and if you did then you shouldn't have children
with them because then your children
would be discriminated against | img2poems |
as if it would be a mistake to have our
children be darker when we spent
all this time becoming white | img2poems |
it was okay with her in a way when my
daughter was born because she looked
like she could be white | img2poems |
since he hid in his cloths
bunches of mint and thyme
and a damascene lilac | img2poems |
draggling the tail of the cat
and eating from the grape vine
and snipping from the lilac | img2poems |
notes
komori is a generic term that consists of a noun ko and a verb moru japanese use it to refer to any person male or female old or young who takes care of children
like their european counterparts nursemaids and nannies komori began to appear in what michel foucault has called the discourse of power in the late nineteenth century | img2poems |
this vine bore many blossoms which were years
their petals red with joy or bleached by tears
waved to and fro i' the winds of hopes and fears | img2poems |
here all men clung each hanging by his spray
anon one dropped his neighbor 'gan to pray
and so they clung and dropped and prayed alway | img2poems |
but i did mark one lately-opened bloom
wherefrom arose a visible perfume
that wrapped me in a cloud of dainty gloom | img2poems |
may all that cling to sprays of time like me
be sweetly wafted over sky and sea
by rose-breaths shrining maidens like to thee | img2poems |
then while we sat upon the height afar
came twilight like a lover late from war
with soft winds fluting to his evening star | img2poems |
and the shy stars grew bold and scattered gold
and chanting voices ancient secrets told
and an acclaim of angels earthward rolled | img2poems |
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