jameslo - Hello Poetry

seventy candles flicker in a room full the sweet union of voices sixty-nine times before that day the man walked the moon when I was ten I had heard stories and so I dropped the mentos as my son speared it into the sky giggles erupted and hearts soared As our chins tilted toward the sun

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Mar 2, 2019

Mar 2, 2019 at 5:17 PM UTC

Effervescence

seventy candles flicker in a room full the sweet union of voices sixty-nine times before that day the man walked the moon when I was ten I had heard stories and so I dropped the mentos as my son speared it into the sky giggles erupted and hearts soared As our chins tilted toward the sun

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Me and her, we lost touch been 5 years now I’ve been sober We took the bottle to the porch Smashed it to one thousand pieces, scattered with sharp edges We sliced-up our fingers cleaning oh, the mess we made.

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Feb 27, 2019

Feb 27, 2019 at 1:39 AM UTC

Prohibition

Me and her, we lost touch been 5 years now I’ve been sober We took the bottle to the porch Smashed it to one thousand pieces, scattered with sharp edges We sliced-up our fingers cleaning oh, the mess we made.

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honey tangy nectar. coat-your-mouth gives crunch drip oblique emerald tears firmy cushiony give speckled red, burnished orange creviced crimson deep garish grooves bite-jarring grind acrobatic twirling diplomatic fingers whittled down to the core.

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Feb 23, 2019

Feb 23, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC

Apricot

honey tangy nectar. coat-your-mouth gives crunch drip oblique emerald tears firmy cushiony give speckled red, burnished orange creviced crimson deep garish grooves bite-jarring grind acrobatic twirling diplomatic fingers whittled down to the core.

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Things are supposed to matter You take comfort in your own company Lying with yourself of the want to belong When really all there is Are miles of fresh air From the distance you have driven

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Feb 21, 2019

Feb 21, 2019 at 5:34 AM UTC

Stopover

Things are supposed to matter You take comfort in your own company Lying with yourself of the want to belong When really all there is Are miles of fresh air From the distance you have driven

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Your noise sounds like an echoing cavern change the reflection crack the mirror Reverberation magnifies

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Feb 19, 2019

Feb 19, 2019 at 2:01 AM UTC

Ringer

Your noise sounds like an echoing cavern change the reflection crack the mirror Reverberation magnifies

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Begging to stop Pressure to the cooker Ready to implode One thousand miles The wrong direction Glance behind The drop of a stone Pines creaking Sturdy shaking Debris falling Sun blinding Earth quaking Rubble forming Tunnel stretching Way finding Turn-around Step after step Step after step Step after step. Airy breeze, scattered rays, awaking roots & salt sea spray.

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Feb 16, 2019

Feb 16, 2019 at 2:18 AM UTC

Inertia

Begging to stop Pressure to the cooker Ready to implode One thousand miles The wrong direction Glance behind The drop of a stone Pines creaking Sturdy shaking Debris falling Sun blinding Earth quaking Rubble forming Tunnel stretching Way finding Turn-around Step after step Step after step Step after step. Airy breeze, scattered rays, awaking roots & salt sea spray.

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We are our favourite flowers Steeped in a full vase Seasons pass - with the dipping water. We forget / or were not taught. To add our own flower food. To cut our own stems. To cultivate our own cuttings. Seek not to be crisp, divine, distinct For it is already apparent. Be it if you are fanned, variegated or needled voluptuous or diffident fresh or heartfelt Or just ****** herbaceous We are own favourites. We forget that to be in the vase was a choice For we can always resettle, reposition, repot, for the coming season.

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Feb 10, 2019

Feb 10, 2019 at 2:39 AM UTC

Fresh-cut

We are our favourite flowers Steeped in a full vase Seasons pass - with the dipping water. We forget / or were not taught. To add our own flower food. To cut our own stems. To cultivate our own cuttings. Seek not to be crisp, divine, distinct For it is already apparent. Be it if you are fanned, variegated or needled voluptuous or diffident fresh or heartfelt Or just ****** herbaceous We are own favourites. We forget that to be in the vase was a choice For we can always resettle, reposition, repot, for the coming season.

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Is a sin The small acts The things we try but can not do We forget ourselves We get lost in time I don’t know where the years went Or so the saying goes I look around and see families Children Friends less and less And more and more formally

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Feb 5, 2019

Feb 5, 2019 at 1:51 AM UTC

nostalgia

Is a sin The small acts The things we try but can not do We forget ourselves We get lost in time I don’t know where the years went Or so the saying goes I look around and see families Children Friends less and less And more and more formally

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