TTrhea - Hello Poetry

What is this feeling I feel when I share My inner turmoil Hanging in the air I want a smoke A heedy drag A firm packed bowl Or stiff red stagg Anything in arms reach To smother the nameless Insidious belly ache And make a false oasis Ah I see its vague outline Hidden in angst and fear Expected disappointment Shame emerges clear Hello lovely old friend Put your cold hand here Entwine your clammy fingers In my helpless ones Dear.

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Nov 21, 2020

Nov 21, 2020 at 6:17 PM UTC

Old friends

What is this feeling I feel when I share My inner turmoil Hanging in the air I want a smoke A heedy drag A firm packed bowl Or stiff red stagg Anything in arms reach To smother the nameless Insidious belly ache And make a false oasis Ah I see its vague outline Hidden in angst and fear Expected disappointment Shame emerges clear Hello lovely old friend Put your cold hand here Entwine your clammy fingers In my helpless ones Dear.

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Slender eucalyptus trees form a fragile trellis Welcoming you into a land of enchantment Wandering asphalt stippled with afternoon light Leads you through vast vineyards striping distanced hills Their branches drooping with plump purple droplets Following the single road curve after curve A bend brings a browned tipped fade edging every vine Half a tree’s round bowl cut shows a dip dye border beige Ominous foreshadowing of the landscape’s angry scars Lurking ahead the winding way amongst the chartreuse charm Then one twist brings the astounding view Land licked clean by ravenous tongues Heat and wind --the insatiable elements Their appetites consumed whole hillsides at once Leaving behind blackened branches: bones ****** bare Ochre tipped foliage studs the rolling ravines Exposed bedrock stares back at you with ravished eyes Surrounding elevations graced by green clouds of resilient oaks Enunciate the stark boundary between Devastation and lively exuberance Canyons once dressed in elaborate emerald garments Now clad in scandalous shreds Reveal the ripples of ancient fault lines Testimony to their violent origins Forged by gaping crevasses, quakes and flames Solo skeleton shrubs stand adorning Charred hillsides like chewed and spat gristle Puddles of white ash and their dusty rivulets Hint at feverish efforts exhausted in defense Of the crumbles at the feet of lone chimneys Naked trees cut from winter landscape Appear misplaced in the summer heat They stand forlorn with gnarled arms and curled fingers Their writhing immortalized in stiff post rigor An involuntary inhale touches your lips. “magnificent” The scourged scenery fades with each bout You are surrounded by sun kissed hills Their slopes end in brilliant blue water A promise of peace reflected in still reverie Mauve mounds guard the serene sanctuary A splashing otter slinks onto the sand Nearby mallards preen unperturbed. Birds chatter in flight, two settle on a shrub Standing stubborn with smoke shriveled leaves The enthralling sight envelopes you pressing you warm and close Your eyes close under the competing warmth Of golden rhododendrons and blinding sun Radiance bounces off green fluorescence A cheerful backdrop to the wind dispersed soot A slow easy smile tugs against your cheeks. “Magnificent.”

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Nov 4, 2020

Nov 4, 2020 at 3:23 PM UTC

Lake Berryessa

Slender eucalyptus trees form a fragile trellis Welcoming you into a land of enchantment Wandering asphalt stippled with afternoon light Leads you through vast vineyards striping distanced hills Their branches drooping with plump purple droplets Following the single road curve after curve A bend brings a browned tipped fade edging every vine Half a tree’s round bowl cut shows a dip dye border beige Ominous foreshadowing of the landscape’s angry scars Lurking ahead the winding way amongst the chartreuse charm Then one twist brings the astounding view Land licked clean by ravenous tongues Heat and wind --the insatiable elements Their appetites consumed whole hillsides at once Leaving behind blackened branches: bones ****** bare Ochre tipped foliage studs the rolling ravines Exposed bedrock stares back at you with ravished eyes Surrounding elevations graced by green clouds of resilient oaks Enunciate the stark boundary between Devastation and lively exuberance Canyons once dressed in elaborate emerald garments Now clad in scandalous shreds Reveal the ripples of ancient fault lines Testimony to their violent origins Forged by gaping crevasses, quakes and flames Solo skeleton shrubs stand adorning Charred hillsides like chewed and spat gristle Puddles of white ash and their dusty rivulets Hint at feverish efforts exhausted in defense Of the crumbles at the feet of lone chimneys Naked trees cut from winter landscape Appear misplaced in the summer heat They stand forlorn with gnarled arms and curled fingers Their writhing immortalized in stiff post rigor An involuntary inhale touches your lips. “magnificent” The scourged scenery fades with each bout You are surrounded by sun kissed hills Their slopes end in brilliant blue water A promise of peace reflected in still reverie Mauve mounds guard the serene sanctuary A splashing otter slinks onto the sand Nearby mallards preen unperturbed. Birds chatter in flight, two settle on a shrub Standing stubborn with smoke shriveled leaves The enthralling sight envelopes you pressing you warm and close Your eyes close under the competing warmth Of golden rhododendrons and blinding sun Radiance bounces off green fluorescence A cheerful backdrop to the wind dispersed soot A slow easy smile tugs against your cheeks. “Magnificent.”

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Some like to journal on paper Some scribe into their skin But my testament hides Behind guarded lips Primal etches in a cavern My mouth the masterpiece Of misfortune’s skilled eye The colors there bewilder Red, black, green, purple, blue A rainbow amidst the dark A master of media Poverty often crafts The most intricate of spoils Among the discarded class Our mouths a showcase of toil Charcoal smears the tops of my teeth Red paint adorns my gums Abstract strokes of white in front Deep purple patches peek in back The one hurting is mystic green But when throbs wake my sleep Ripe stench repels my taste And pills hold no respite I know a piece has rotted And my collection must shorten Emergency receives me Teeth matching their coats I share my exotic tapestry Its realism, pain—my story They cannot appreciate And I lose one by one The slow craftsmanship Of life’s daily brushstrokes With no compensation And a receipt of crushing dues A hundred years from today Excavators will unearth history They will decode messages left In script, skin, and scraps Piecing together our lives I tour my dwindling sculptures And wonder what will be left When I am a studied remnant How will they share my tale Of slow anguish without glory

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Oct 28, 2020

Oct 28, 2020 at 6:33 PM UTC

Teeth

Some like to journal on paper Some scribe into their skin But my testament hides Behind guarded lips Primal etches in a cavern My mouth the masterpiece Of misfortune’s skilled eye The colors there bewilder Red, black, green, purple, blue A rainbow amidst the dark A master of media Poverty often crafts The most intricate of spoils Among the discarded class Our mouths a showcase of toil Charcoal smears the tops of my teeth Red paint adorns my gums Abstract strokes of white in front Deep purple patches peek in back The one hurting is mystic green But when throbs wake my sleep Ripe stench repels my taste And pills hold no respite I know a piece has rotted And my collection must shorten Emergency receives me Teeth matching their coats I share my exotic tapestry Its realism, pain—my story They cannot appreciate And I lose one by one The slow craftsmanship Of life’s daily brushstrokes With no compensation And a receipt of crushing dues A hundred years from today Excavators will unearth history They will decode messages left In script, skin, and scraps Piecing together our lives I tour my dwindling sculptures And wonder what will be left When I am a studied remnant How will they share my tale Of slow anguish without glory

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No words can share the chaotic precision Of waves sweeping a sandy shore Clean of its filth, expired life, footprints Leaving the ground beneath supple and bare Find me the words to describe The confidence of a feisty crest As it approaches the shore so swiftly To pound without relent How the pinnacles raise A turbulent impasse Until another frothy height Follows its thin soapy tier And stacks its might like ***** keys Carrying them both to shore Tell me the poem that captures The layers and ripples dashing As countless and intermingled As the buttery layers of a croissant I wish I could find the words to hold This image deep within me To remember the blur of green and blue When I am far from their ruling roars I would enshrine their vivacity With a razor in my heart If I could keep their beauty A keepsake of nature’s art When the outside world is yelling I wish I could recall At will the rumble of undertow The thunder of admonished land The crashing sounds that kidnap you Forcing reality far behind For no mortal trouble is so large To ground you by the sea The only thing to consume a wave Is the crest rising in its wake

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Oct 23, 2020

Oct 23, 2020 at 2:42 PM UTC

Beach Waves

No words can share the chaotic precision Of waves sweeping a sandy shore Clean of its filth, expired life, footprints Leaving the ground beneath supple and bare Find me the words to describe The confidence of a feisty crest As it approaches the shore so swiftly To pound without relent How the pinnacles raise A turbulent impasse Until another frothy height Follows its thin soapy tier And stacks its might like ***** keys Carrying them both to shore Tell me the poem that captures The layers and ripples dashing As countless and intermingled As the buttery layers of a croissant I wish I could find the words to hold This image deep within me To remember the blur of green and blue When I am far from their ruling roars I would enshrine their vivacity With a razor in my heart If I could keep their beauty A keepsake of nature’s art When the outside world is yelling I wish I could recall At will the rumble of undertow The thunder of admonished land The crashing sounds that kidnap you Forcing reality far behind For no mortal trouble is so large To ground you by the sea The only thing to consume a wave Is the crest rising in its wake

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Internal standards drive and shape. We all must try to maintain The self image of wearing the hero’s cape So we scurry, scuttle and strain to obtain The many titles to follow our name Individual achievement prized over all Has led to never becoming enough. Never proud of our value, heads tall! We must be diligent, empathetic and tough To earn respect or become a heeded voice We stack responsibilities, jump the hurdles Rush to service, stress grades, run the mile. Too many doing too much--my stomach curdles. Everything done for the sake of doing Never adding to development of ourselves Such a paradox are individual achievements The more you do the less pride you feel Running ragged your empathy caves and relents To the exhaustion that corrodes at your steel The internal words, “Someone else could”

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Oct 13, 2020

Oct 13, 2020 at 3:44 PM UTC

Accomplished

Internal standards drive and shape. We all must try to maintain The self image of wearing the hero’s cape So we scurry, scuttle and strain to obtain The many titles to follow our name Individual achievement prized over all Has led to never becoming enough. Never proud of our value, heads tall! We must be diligent, empathetic and tough To earn respect or become a heeded voice We stack responsibilities, jump the hurdles Rush to service, stress grades, run the mile. Too many doing too much--my stomach curdles. Everything done for the sake of doing Never adding to development of ourselves Such a paradox are individual achievements The more you do the less pride you feel Running ragged your empathy caves and relents To the exhaustion that corrodes at your steel The internal words, “Someone else could”

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