emma-jewel - Hello Poetry

Her bookshelf to the brim and bursting With pages worn, and well Remembered for the virtues Lost And husbands in the war Fallen woman--fall, and women Harvests sown and reaped Moon of full, of wax, of Wane Her heart of Shadow's seed Hand of diamond and of band Ashes, ashes, dust A love once lived and now, one Lost The pages' faces face us And sages burn, away

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May 3, 2018

May 3, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC

A Dedication to Anna Karenina, Penelope Keeling, and Francesca Johnson

Her bookshelf to the brim and bursting With pages worn, and well Remembered for the virtues Lost And husbands in the war Fallen woman--fall, and women Harvests sown and reaped Moon of full, of wax, of Wane Her heart of Shadow's seed Hand of diamond and of band Ashes, ashes, dust A love once lived and now, one Lost The pages' faces face us And sages burn, away

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Genderless with scraped knees and A lipstick crush on one who bore the same name as me Uncut brown hair untouched by bleach and Stealing kisses from my best friend while my parents lied asleep Lying in the grass with a picture book on faeries Listening to the wind whistle through our dying trees Jumping on the bed with my ***** and my bubby Giggling hand over mouth when my mother called him "hubby" Daisy chains and he loves me nots Unbrushed teeth beginning to rot ***** shoes and ***** shoelaces Visiting imagined places Pink striped socks and a skirt to mismatch Waiting for robins eggs to fall or to hatch O, to be a child and to live within a dream To lie awake at ten past eight, imagination like a stream

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Mar 9, 2017

Mar 9, 2017 at 9:31 AM UTC

O, to be a Child

Genderless with scraped knees and A lipstick crush on one who bore the same name as me Uncut brown hair untouched by bleach and Stealing kisses from my best friend while my parents lied asleep Lying in the grass with a picture book on faeries Listening to the wind whistle through our dying trees Jumping on the bed with my ***** and my bubby Giggling hand over mouth when my mother called him "hubby" Daisy chains and he loves me nots Unbrushed teeth beginning to rot ***** shoes and ***** shoelaces Visiting imagined places Pink striped socks and a skirt to mismatch Waiting for robins eggs to fall or to hatch O, to be a child and to live within a dream To lie awake at ten past eight, imagination like a stream

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Hands calloused and strong lift my veil, carry me over the threshold Turn shadows into birds when wings falter, cup round the flame biting my cigarette Tilt my face to share a sweet kiss, rest gently against blushing cheeks Shelter from the cold, warm me in and out and in and... Flip through musty book pages done up with dog ears and underlines Brush curls from his face, sweep sweet sweat from his brow In the dirt transfer love to the life created within it

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Feb 26, 2017

Feb 26, 2017 at 11:49 AM UTC

Comfort and comfortability

Hands calloused and strong lift my veil, carry me over the threshold Turn shadows into birds when wings falter, cup round the flame biting my cigarette Tilt my face to share a sweet kiss, rest gently against blushing cheeks Shelter from the cold, warm me in and out and in and... Flip through musty book pages done up with dog ears and underlines Brush curls from his face, sweep sweet sweat from his brow In the dirt transfer love to the life created within it

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We rearranged the furniture and I sat like a stone, wondering what it was like to be a stranger in one's own home The floor creaks are unfamiliar but the bed is known and The coffee is always stronger when boiling water is left alone

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Feb 21, 2017

Feb 21, 2017 at 8:48 AM UTC

Homestyle

We rearranged the furniture and I sat like a stone, wondering what it was like to be a stranger in one's own home The floor creaks are unfamiliar but the bed is known and The coffee is always stronger when boiling water is left alone

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Black lives matter Not a war cry, but a plea An affirmation, united nation A cry of passion and a call to action The coming together Of "we" All lives matter--or rather-- White lives matter When the police say, please Put the gun down, cease! As our brothers and sisters lie deceased In the streets With their murders captured, viral, shared Not a human, but a piece of meat The enemy of the people The enemies of "we" Sit high upon their thrones Dictating laws for you And me They tell us we are free While they force us to our knees Our enemy is not beside but The persons above, who reside "They" "the man" "big brother" "the suits" Obama, Trump, Clinton--Bernie Sanders, too United we stand, united "they" fall And perhaps, on that day, we can say "all" But for now Black Lives Matter To fight is our choice The power is in the people and Our collective voice Stand together, make things better And hear humanity rejoice

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Jan 15, 2017

Jan 15, 2017 at 9:56 AM UTC

Untitled

Black lives matter Not a war cry, but a plea An affirmation, united nation A cry of passion and a call to action The coming together Of "we" All lives matter--or rather-- White lives matter When the police say, please Put the gun down, cease! As our brothers and sisters lie deceased In the streets With their murders captured, viral, shared Not a human, but a piece of meat The enemy of the people The enemies of "we" Sit high upon their thrones Dictating laws for you And me They tell us we are free While they force us to our knees Our enemy is not beside but The persons above, who reside "They" "the man" "big brother" "the suits" Obama, Trump, Clinton--Bernie Sanders, too United we stand, united "they" fall And perhaps, on that day, we can say "all" But for now Black Lives Matter To fight is our choice The power is in the people and Our collective voice Stand together, make things better And hear humanity rejoice

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Burn sage Pineapple sage Read books on massage, potpourri and herbs And never forget to help one another On dishes, on dreams, thoughts in a stream- ing consciousness consciously love one another And never forget Why he came

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Jan 3, 2017

Jan 3, 2017 at 1:41 PM UTC

Untitled

Burn sage Pineapple sage Read books on massage, potpourri and herbs And never forget to help one another On dishes, on dreams, thoughts in a stream- ing consciousness consciously love one another And never forget Why he came

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Telltale signs of paranoia ***** at the hackles that run from head (to heart) down the spine drown the mind Psychotic neurotic autistic artistic Imagination whirls like wind through the pines and The hair along my spine Is standing

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Jan 2, 2017

Jan 2, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC

Untitled

Telltale signs of paranoia ***** at the hackles that run from head (to heart) down the spine drown the mind Psychotic neurotic autistic artistic Imagination whirls like wind through the pines and The hair along my spine Is standing

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Let's lie in our bed Among pillows and threads Wear your hair on my head, as a crown Borne of Brautigan's dreams Rainbow trouts in the stream Watermelon moonbeams trickle down

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Dec 23, 2016

Dec 23, 2016 at 10:21 AM UTC

Brautigan's Suicide Note

Let's lie in our bed Among pillows and threads Wear your hair on my head, as a crown Borne of Brautigan's dreams Rainbow trouts in the stream Watermelon moonbeams trickle down

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Grey clouds gather plump and perfect above my crown A moment of silence held sacred by the birds A moment to settle before I am washed away Rainfall rolls soft and supple from our mother sky With gentle thanks do the leaves cup the sweet nectar With ancient thirst the soil drinks her in Dirt darkens wet and washed within our mother earth Eyes open and breath rolls slow and low like thunder Eyes close and senses gather up her scent Full flowers sway sweetly beneath a rockabye breeze Petals dance gracefully to the beat of each drip drop drop Petals lace their fingers together and bow in prayer

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Sep 29, 2016

Sep 29, 2016 at 8:53 AM UTC

Mary Oliver Made Me Do It

Grey clouds gather plump and perfect above my crown A moment of silence held sacred by the birds A moment to settle before I am washed away Rainfall rolls soft and supple from our mother sky With gentle thanks do the leaves cup the sweet nectar With ancient thirst the soil drinks her in Dirt darkens wet and washed within our mother earth Eyes open and breath rolls slow and low like thunder Eyes close and senses gather up her scent Full flowers sway sweetly beneath a rockabye breeze Petals dance gracefully to the beat of each drip drop drop Petals lace their fingers together and bow in prayer

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Slither within my spine Wither, within my mind Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hyde One coin, two sides

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Sep 6, 2016

Sep 6, 2016 at 11:56 AM UTC

Mother Neurosis

Slither within my spine Wither, within my mind Doctor Jekyll, Mr. Hyde One coin, two sides

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