213558tyler - Hello Poetry

There’s rumor in the mountains streams Speaking from the sterling springs, First heard by the magnolias in brief display With whom I rested as brief a day. That even still when the frost is gone That frigid way still flows, An icy mirror for the moon It twinkles in the roes. Red morning fire looks upon that cascading course Making amber out of polished stone- And there above the mossess happily endorse The deadwood and the rock nearest that source, As if spring lingered in this dell alone. And at first it will leap To those little stream bottoms To carpet the forest In premonition blossoms And call to the wind All fresh with morning dew To run through the sun soaked pines Bringing their sharp perfume to you And here and there and everywhere We can find the boughs growing or complete Lightly graced with silver emerald With wild ferns at their feet Here in these sheltered valleys Spring never seems too far For the lack of interference Finds flowers in the stars And here spring stopped a day Before it’s great pursuit But yet again wherever i go Its procession, taking root.

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 9:02 PM UTC

Elkmont

There’s rumor in the mountains streams Speaking from the sterling springs, First heard by the magnolias in brief display With whom I rested as brief a day. That even still when the frost is gone That frigid way still flows, An icy mirror for the moon It twinkles in the roes. Red morning fire looks upon that cascading course Making amber out of polished stone- And there above the mossess happily endorse The deadwood and the rock nearest that source, As if spring lingered in this dell alone. And at first it will leap To those little stream bottoms To carpet the forest In premonition blossoms And call to the wind All fresh with morning dew To run through the sun soaked pines Bringing their sharp perfume to you And here and there and everywhere We can find the boughs growing or complete Lightly graced with silver emerald With wild ferns at their feet Here in these sheltered valleys Spring never seems too far For the lack of interference Finds flowers in the stars And here spring stopped a day Before it’s great pursuit But yet again wherever i go Its procession, taking root.

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And the waves break the same, I’ve died a thousand times before And before the river runs, Die a million more. And just as those shake-shiver plains- April left wet with worry again, It finds us longing for the westerly breath Breaking on the Mississippian main. Though if I a sail, to steady and guide my bass, And weather forever in my favor, In any direction i could cast For want of better endeavor. Then I would float a fleeting water: A losing stream, to only reappear, And there on moss strung wood hang my worries And I myself disappear. There fountains I’d lay With idol dolomite rubble, And work the clay with sand But accrue not any trouble. And in peace together, Me and my natural mistress Could toil until the workings done, In privacy from a witness. There in the crescent fountains Lit lowly by the lanterns of the night, Dark shades of green, the watercress, Frigid cold but waiting springs delight. There I could make a home Far from the anxious gray And in the stream lie And gently float away. And in the world be welcomed And be welcoming to the world And have not thin Nations fluttering But only ****** Petals unfurled

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 8:59 PM UTC

Greens Cave

And the waves break the same, I’ve died a thousand times before And before the river runs, Die a million more. And just as those shake-shiver plains- April left wet with worry again, It finds us longing for the westerly breath Breaking on the Mississippian main. Though if I a sail, to steady and guide my bass, And weather forever in my favor, In any direction i could cast For want of better endeavor. Then I would float a fleeting water: A losing stream, to only reappear, And there on moss strung wood hang my worries And I myself disappear. There fountains I’d lay With idol dolomite rubble, And work the clay with sand But accrue not any trouble. And in peace together, Me and my natural mistress Could toil until the workings done, In privacy from a witness. There in the crescent fountains Lit lowly by the lanterns of the night, Dark shades of green, the watercress, Frigid cold but waiting springs delight. There I could make a home Far from the anxious gray And in the stream lie And gently float away. And in the world be welcomed And be welcoming to the world And have not thin Nations fluttering But only ****** Petals unfurled

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And here lay the change Nowhere to hide The road to Canaan my friend On the river Jordan's other side But the current too swift And the present so real 8 a.m., 8, 512s Yet still- still i can feel Divided in a wilderness of cruel thought Ostracized from the promised land Reaching for vice or companionship Either one as likely to fill the hands ‘Nother dreary morning Cigarettes and morning dew But i don’t smoke anymore And haven’t a patience eyes clue Days a blur as they tend to be 3 am 105 on 44 The windshield skewed by expectations With both my foot and promises on the floor Can you sustain the sorrows rain Can you love when the dopamine dips Or are we but addicts in search for a come up Seeking comfort from a liars lips Will they fall from you Freely formed, not meant to be Or will we drown in conditions Suffocated by utter policy Can only the selfish love With bright eye opposition Falling like hard rays of sun On fragile constitutions Is there deeper meaning Our morals like a northern star But the morning came in like a freight train Carrying our expectations a continent far It’s a long road to Arcadia my friend And maybe we're east of Eden But a wandering soul is hoping While the certain is still dreaming

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 8:54 PM UTC

East Of Eden

And here lay the change Nowhere to hide The road to Canaan my friend On the river Jordan's other side But the current too swift And the present so real 8 a.m., 8, 512s Yet still- still i can feel Divided in a wilderness of cruel thought Ostracized from the promised land Reaching for vice or companionship Either one as likely to fill the hands ‘Nother dreary morning Cigarettes and morning dew But i don’t smoke anymore And haven’t a patience eyes clue Days a blur as they tend to be 3 am 105 on 44 The windshield skewed by expectations With both my foot and promises on the floor Can you sustain the sorrows rain Can you love when the dopamine dips Or are we but addicts in search for a come up Seeking comfort from a liars lips Will they fall from you Freely formed, not meant to be Or will we drown in conditions Suffocated by utter policy Can only the selfish love With bright eye opposition Falling like hard rays of sun On fragile constitutions Is there deeper meaning Our morals like a northern star But the morning came in like a freight train Carrying our expectations a continent far It’s a long road to Arcadia my friend And maybe we're east of Eden But a wandering soul is hoping While the certain is still dreaming

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Give my best and better yet Calm my worse for wear, But I'd rather die then try And forget my fairy fears. Let me go among the grass Somewhere north of here And I will lay me down to rest And lay the rest to bare Give me little reasons To change my pathos gray Hang a rainbow in folds about me And leave me painted in a happy way Lay your kindness at their feet Like little lilies come to grow And they will put their heel into the earth And beg of you to sew Give to them a happy thought And all that they think will be of you But if that misery is all you brought They'll think a thought brand new ... And all I can do Is all that I can But the world is too cruel And left to better men And all that I did Was what I thought right But they day is too short And long is the night And my breath is too weak And my mind is not mine And everything is worry And nothing is fine

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 8:52 PM UTC

Let me go among the grass

Give my best and better yet Calm my worse for wear, But I'd rather die then try And forget my fairy fears. Let me go among the grass Somewhere north of here And I will lay me down to rest And lay the rest to bare Give me little reasons To change my pathos gray Hang a rainbow in folds about me And leave me painted in a happy way Lay your kindness at their feet Like little lilies come to grow And they will put their heel into the earth And beg of you to sew Give to them a happy thought And all that they think will be of you But if that misery is all you brought They'll think a thought brand new ... And all I can do Is all that I can But the world is too cruel And left to better men And all that I did Was what I thought right But they day is too short And long is the night And my breath is too weak And my mind is not mine And everything is worry And nothing is fine

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So let us live Before we die And when it's over Let's gently cry. But I lack these embracing arms Waking up to lonely alarms. I see it etched in nature In seas of swaying barley, And I all have is a constant scrimmage That I can't escape, not hardly. And I see it in the mower's Swinging locomotion, Time blinks its eye So ending his reaping motions. I see it in the weeds That have reclaimed, Growing wild Where once was tame. I've become stagnant Tired of this placement, My desires and my vices Stand adjacent. In its well failure looms, Let me clean my life, I run to rectify my room But it all ends in strife. I dare not smile, Life gets so lonely, When it seems I've a friend I find Im my one and only The days grow shorter With a gasping wind I’m in the dead of my winter No friend their coat to lend. Im my heart I have grown quiet And my feelings They fall silent. I see it here In these dusty rooms, These people of little remorse, Waiting for an end soon. I've fallen so And where does my path end Needing to go But staying again. An American ego A living contemporary Dying slowly Below his luminaries. So let us live Before we die And when it's over Let's gently cry. But I lack these embracing arms Waking up to lonely alarms.

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 8:50 PM UTC

Waking up....

So let us live Before we die And when it's over Let's gently cry. But I lack these embracing arms Waking up to lonely alarms. I see it etched in nature In seas of swaying barley, And I all have is a constant scrimmage That I can't escape, not hardly. And I see it in the mower's Swinging locomotion, Time blinks its eye So ending his reaping motions. I see it in the weeds That have reclaimed, Growing wild Where once was tame. I've become stagnant Tired of this placement, My desires and my vices Stand adjacent. In its well failure looms, Let me clean my life, I run to rectify my room But it all ends in strife. I dare not smile, Life gets so lonely, When it seems I've a friend I find Im my one and only The days grow shorter With a gasping wind I’m in the dead of my winter No friend their coat to lend. Im my heart I have grown quiet And my feelings They fall silent. I see it here In these dusty rooms, These people of little remorse, Waiting for an end soon. I've fallen so And where does my path end Needing to go But staying again. An American ego A living contemporary Dying slowly Below his luminaries. So let us live Before we die And when it's over Let's gently cry. But I lack these embracing arms Waking up to lonely alarms.

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Stuck to the screen watching from the side- them floating so free in that sunrise I could have been then on chances whim But my wings have been torn by helpless should-have-beens Almost civil, seen some kindness, Seen some hate and many tragic fates, Seen my love with the wind smiling Relieved and light of weight. Thanks for the butterflies( they've flown before) So many dimensions betheith the skin Millimeters of image, careless of change, Suffering to suffer, sinning to sin I am a reflection of all that I have known And though I inch on with grief; In quite desperation, I will find my catalpa And gorge myself on it's leafs And when the trees droop low, Find me a branch, others may have known, And in the silence hear phantom wings laughing, Crazy in elation, they have flown, they have flown

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 8:30 PM UTC

They Have Flown

Stuck to the screen watching from the side- them floating so free in that sunrise I could have been then on chances whim But my wings have been torn by helpless should-have-beens Almost civil, seen some kindness, Seen some hate and many tragic fates, Seen my love with the wind smiling Relieved and light of weight. Thanks for the butterflies( they've flown before) So many dimensions betheith the skin Millimeters of image, careless of change, Suffering to suffer, sinning to sin I am a reflection of all that I have known And though I inch on with grief; In quite desperation, I will find my catalpa And gorge myself on it's leafs And when the trees droop low, Find me a branch, others may have known, And in the silence hear phantom wings laughing, Crazy in elation, they have flown, they have flown

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I've gave them the slip And the please don't call If you got a number scratch it off my wall Took my Rio to Georgia Georgia to Ouachita Heard a hundred voices Yours loudest of them all Held my soul in St Francois Those gentle mountain roams Seen the meaning there But could not bare it home Hold myself here any longer I will never feel the same Just a two bit wanderer A face without a name

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 2:38 PM UTC

Georgia To Ouachita

I've gave them the slip And the please don't call If you got a number scratch it off my wall Took my Rio to Georgia Georgia to Ouachita Heard a hundred voices Yours loudest of them all Held my soul in St Francois Those gentle mountain roams Seen the meaning there But could not bare it home Hold myself here any longer I will never feel the same Just a two bit wanderer A face without a name

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Was when water wet the earth And the leaves were all ablaze Met with a gift of health In a morning's misty haze I stumbled to the dawn Or did it roll to me Plastered on pageantry Wreathed in misery Rolled on to the rhyolite Held a cigarette to defend And in the morning, rays of joy Silhouetted in the shrill wind What a wild child Laughing in the breeze Little loves of mine This one to the knees Eyes like dissonance Altering with the sight Shades of mountain mornings In crystals of autumn light

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 2:35 PM UTC

Buford Mountain

Was when water wet the earth And the leaves were all ablaze Met with a gift of health In a morning's misty haze I stumbled to the dawn Or did it roll to me Plastered on pageantry Wreathed in misery Rolled on to the rhyolite Held a cigarette to defend And in the morning, rays of joy Silhouetted in the shrill wind What a wild child Laughing in the breeze Little loves of mine This one to the knees Eyes like dissonance Altering with the sight Shades of mountain mornings In crystals of autumn light

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Baseless wilting Lilly I've left too long in the sun I will search for your blooms All summer long And on peaks of sunny glade Find many a flowers of color But leave to lay the blooms For yet another Faded sinking, silly The madness of the world Can we not find the beauty In the tragic unsnarled Baseless wilting Lilly I have searched all the wrong I have scoured the hills And the streams gentle song It keeps me ever running But maybe just for one more day Why hide what you can't deny And not speak of what is needed to say Baseless wilting Lilly I've left too long in the sun I will search for your blooms All my life long

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 2:32 PM UTC

Lilly

Baseless wilting Lilly I've left too long in the sun I will search for your blooms All summer long And on peaks of sunny glade Find many a flowers of color But leave to lay the blooms For yet another Faded sinking, silly The madness of the world Can we not find the beauty In the tragic unsnarled Baseless wilting Lilly I have searched all the wrong I have scoured the hills And the streams gentle song It keeps me ever running But maybe just for one more day Why hide what you can't deny And not speak of what is needed to say Baseless wilting Lilly I've left too long in the sun I will search for your blooms All my life long

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Those at your wandering fingertips in the morning Will be with crippled heart at noon Or heavy on the mind in the evening With memories reflected off the moon. And on our lips yesterday In the hardpress of youth We thought we joined an answer Or maybe breathed some truth. Could’ve had a love cupped in the hands Or one of prospect, yet to see when out to sea, But i can’t readily sail my sunken hopes Nor easily someone else pretend to be. All i hold is cradled in tired palms The soft earth clenched with fingers found They could point to any horizon But instead search endless in the ground ... We have no worth And the useless marooned For there is no safety In a boundless room Midnight creeps on the water As it stalks in us all Victims of our fears That rises as we fall Seen a sister stray from the shore Leaving me in the canary reeds Where the calm water can think And the dragon fly feeds And i heard the chorus frogs Though quiet they might be When compared to the universe But not quite to me. … Blindeye and optimistic Like every love before Sailing into an endless void Forfeiting firm and famous shore And i burn little memories Keeping my position light lit But how the wind makes it tremble In defiant but foolish fits. I seen you in my future You saw me out your door And I haven’t a paddle Amidst an oceans roar But i have an idea That i can never be bound For i live before the end But you live for the ground.

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Jul 8, 2024

Jul 8, 2024 at 5:38 AM UTC

Chorus Frogs

Those at your wandering fingertips in the morning Will be with crippled heart at noon Or heavy on the mind in the evening With memories reflected off the moon. And on our lips yesterday In the hardpress of youth We thought we joined an answer Or maybe breathed some truth. Could’ve had a love cupped in the hands Or one of prospect, yet to see when out to sea, But i can’t readily sail my sunken hopes Nor easily someone else pretend to be. All i hold is cradled in tired palms The soft earth clenched with fingers found They could point to any horizon But instead search endless in the ground ... We have no worth And the useless marooned For there is no safety In a boundless room Midnight creeps on the water As it stalks in us all Victims of our fears That rises as we fall Seen a sister stray from the shore Leaving me in the canary reeds Where the calm water can think And the dragon fly feeds And i heard the chorus frogs Though quiet they might be When compared to the universe But not quite to me. … Blindeye and optimistic Like every love before Sailing into an endless void Forfeiting firm and famous shore And i burn little memories Keeping my position light lit But how the wind makes it tremble In defiant but foolish fits. I seen you in my future You saw me out your door And I haven’t a paddle Amidst an oceans roar But i have an idea That i can never be bound For i live before the end But you live for the ground.

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