robert-brunner - Hello Poetry

Doubt I’m the one to ask For what to say to your kid. Waiting to be a kid no more. A hard spot, for both of us. Far from advice, not only wrong, but ignored before forgotten. They’ll find their own truths The heritage of Years and tears. Only friends only friends Only they Don’t mind what’s said. With flesh and bone worth so ****** much more Than gold. To get by, you’ve got To try things you’re told. And hear how many times that The ice you’re walking on Is this ****** thin. Should you decide sometime To give in and look back, maybe what I say will be mostly true. There is more luck needed than ever ever you get.

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Sep 29, 2021

Sep 29, 2021 at 3:51 PM UTC

Own truths

Doubt I’m the one to ask For what to say to your kid. Waiting to be a kid no more. A hard spot, for both of us. Far from advice, not only wrong, but ignored before forgotten. They’ll find their own truths The heritage of Years and tears. Only friends only friends Only they Don’t mind what’s said. With flesh and bone worth so ****** much more Than gold. To get by, you’ve got To try things you’re told. And hear how many times that The ice you’re walking on Is this ****** thin. Should you decide sometime To give in and look back, maybe what I say will be mostly true. There is more luck needed than ever ever you get.

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Imagine me, my hair combed back like a row of raked hay. Imagine me, smiling like I knew some secret seen only by the trees. Imagine me, feeling so limber I could reach the sky from here. Imagine me, heel against the wall, foot lifted like a stork so satisfied and hard to wait for what will happen next in the day. Imagine me, heart so big when walking by, the road would turn to gold. Imagine me, soul solid, swinging to a tune gliding on the dance floor.

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Aug 2, 2021

Aug 2, 2021 at 10:55 PM UTC

Imagine me

Imagine me, my hair combed back like a row of raked hay. Imagine me, smiling like I knew some secret seen only by the trees. Imagine me, feeling so limber I could reach the sky from here. Imagine me, heel against the wall, foot lifted like a stork so satisfied and hard to wait for what will happen next in the day. Imagine me, heart so big when walking by, the road would turn to gold. Imagine me, soul solid, swinging to a tune gliding on the dance floor.

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Thanks don’t buy bread Sorry ain’t going to get me high. Let my friends alone you want Me off your sidewalk. My heart is black as your espresso. I want to rise above the Metro’s airflow. You can eat your ticket to a business class. I need a soak The river doesn’t need oil from your pleasure boat. Hell might be Colder than my **** on the ground this winter. Wrap Yourself in velvet inside the walnut coffin. It might smooth the bumps along the asphalt heading to the cemetery.

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Aug 1, 2021

Aug 1, 2021 at 11:44 PM UTC

midnight ride

Thanks don’t buy bread Sorry ain’t going to get me high. Let my friends alone you want Me off your sidewalk. My heart is black as your espresso. I want to rise above the Metro’s airflow. You can eat your ticket to a business class. I need a soak The river doesn’t need oil from your pleasure boat. Hell might be Colder than my **** on the ground this winter. Wrap Yourself in velvet inside the walnut coffin. It might smooth the bumps along the asphalt heading to the cemetery.

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You can see him now. Or anytime for a while. I may not care about anyone including myself. But, I remember him earning two bits an hour and before christmas some more. Sweeping the shop once the barber was paid and the customer trudged through the falling snow. I can see him now you said. I wonder if the thin pull over, once white, its weave, full, but wrung on the porch wash tub between wood rollers until loose at the collar and grey in its color. I can see his face without knowing how it feels in the locked glass case at the postal office, staring out, no reward offered. I can see you too. It is beyond even a single tear, so many already dried like his shirt that hung, until he woke, a white flag, Oh I mean gray giving up in one way but, in another, running from the misdemeanors or whatever they rate them. On some numbered road until he is ripped away like the piece of clothing dry on the line. And on the straw bed, until released from laboring, supervised only in his body but not his mind.

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Jul 30, 2021

Jul 30, 2021 at 11:49 PM UTC

You can see my son

You can see him now. Or anytime for a while. I may not care about anyone including myself. But, I remember him earning two bits an hour and before christmas some more. Sweeping the shop once the barber was paid and the customer trudged through the falling snow. I can see him now you said. I wonder if the thin pull over, once white, its weave, full, but wrung on the porch wash tub between wood rollers until loose at the collar and grey in its color. I can see his face without knowing how it feels in the locked glass case at the postal office, staring out, no reward offered. I can see you too. It is beyond even a single tear, so many already dried like his shirt that hung, until he woke, a white flag, Oh I mean gray giving up in one way but, in another, running from the misdemeanors or whatever they rate them. On some numbered road until he is ripped away like the piece of clothing dry on the line. And on the straw bed, until released from laboring, supervised only in his body but not his mind.

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It kept burning. one candle that held the wish. maybe to keep the others from the dark. A shrug unapparent to most, for the gift with your name on it. Maybe to build humility. A heart may hold me along with another. One anxious child amongst the smiling waves on the gangplank shudders, color of the white life saver. Maybe it hangs like decoration not to bob in the cold ocean.

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Jul 13, 2021

Jul 13, 2021 at 7:39 PM UTC

the gangplank

It kept burning. one candle that held the wish. maybe to keep the others from the dark. A shrug unapparent to most, for the gift with your name on it. Maybe to build humility. A heart may hold me along with another. One anxious child amongst the smiling waves on the gangplank shudders, color of the white life saver. Maybe it hangs like decoration not to bob in the cold ocean.

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I think all will again be well when the garden begun before unforcasted change have you Back again to then connect The dreams of your Father and talents of the family. I think that the direction can be changed releasing in centrifugal loss that not needed, to become more like Saturn, in a ring about the planet. I think you will, once the swirling air settles, know why you were called then, for no more than one clear minute. And that moment Is maybe more but no less than nights, than mornings and in between, spent in the eye of the hurricane, grasping for an answer to hold on to.

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Jun 19, 2021

Jun 19, 2021 at 5:00 PM UTC

Then Connect

I think all will again be well when the garden begun before unforcasted change have you Back again to then connect The dreams of your Father and talents of the family. I think that the direction can be changed releasing in centrifugal loss that not needed, to become more like Saturn, in a ring about the planet. I think you will, once the swirling air settles, know why you were called then, for no more than one clear minute. And that moment Is maybe more but no less than nights, than mornings and in between, spent in the eye of the hurricane, grasping for an answer to hold on to.

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You can shake free Get away from Someone's wrong reality You can go your Way Don’t care about what They say You’re gonna get there You’re gonna get better Take that walk up It’s not that much but only yours. It’s your chair and Your air, give it Your touch, why Rush, you’re Gonna get there You’re gonna get better Take that brush, take That light, make the Life you’ve thought About. Crumple the paper, pitch the verse Try again, so its you, And No-one else You’re gonna get there You’re gonna get better. It’s a revelation or Maybe simple Information. You Work, you think, You strum, the night Comes quick and Tomorrow you’ll Learn another trick. You’re gonna get there You’re gonna get better.

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Jun 3, 2021

Jun 3, 2021 at 9:12 PM UTC

Shake free

You can shake free Get away from Someone's wrong reality You can go your Way Don’t care about what They say You’re gonna get there You’re gonna get better Take that walk up It’s not that much but only yours. It’s your chair and Your air, give it Your touch, why Rush, you’re Gonna get there You’re gonna get better Take that brush, take That light, make the Life you’ve thought About. Crumple the paper, pitch the verse Try again, so its you, And No-one else You’re gonna get there You’re gonna get better. It’s a revelation or Maybe simple Information. You Work, you think, You strum, the night Comes quick and Tomorrow you’ll Learn another trick. You’re gonna get there You’re gonna get better.

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With the blinds half open, the office is cool, in the after noon. There is little money now, less than even last year. At least the fair is opening. A day, a night with twirled candy. I’ll drive, no I will. The conversation has not changed since last year. I wonder why the flag’s half high where the school’ll be empty for a month or more. I hope the aproned gal will serve the lunch just the same as last year.

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May 31, 2021

May 31, 2021 at 4:35 PM UTC

Last Year

With the blinds half open, the office is cool, in the after noon. There is little money now, less than even last year. At least the fair is opening. A day, a night with twirled candy. I’ll drive, no I will. The conversation has not changed since last year. I wonder why the flag’s half high where the school’ll be empty for a month or more. I hope the aproned gal will serve the lunch just the same as last year.

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Just in case, you know what I mean, before I die, I want to live in a beautiful place. Just in case. Before I can do no more, you know what I mean. I want to explain myself through my acts. Just in case. Just in case, I want to zero out the mistakes. If they will be re-lived, you know what I mean, Just in case, I want to have a wish, like finishing what won’t be otherwise done. I don’t know what it is and shouldn’t. Still, just in case, you know what I mean, I want to take communion, before I die. Before I die I want to unclear my thoughts. You know what I mean, with a fine cocktail, a breeze on the terrace, A sun that rises and sets without telling what comes next.

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May 4, 2021

May 4, 2021 at 2:12 AM UTC

Re-lived

Just in case, you know what I mean, before I die, I want to live in a beautiful place. Just in case. Before I can do no more, you know what I mean. I want to explain myself through my acts. Just in case. Just in case, I want to zero out the mistakes. If they will be re-lived, you know what I mean, Just in case, I want to have a wish, like finishing what won’t be otherwise done. I don’t know what it is and shouldn’t. Still, just in case, you know what I mean, I want to take communion, before I die. Before I die I want to unclear my thoughts. You know what I mean, with a fine cocktail, a breeze on the terrace, A sun that rises and sets without telling what comes next.

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It isn’t anything more than you know. It is not questions with unwanted answers. No, it is not wanting to be in love, not here in this place and not in paris either. Unlike the past, the future is clear. Unlike being in love, you are someone you once wanted to be. Seeing you through a sealed window, holding a ticket to a true one. I stay on the ground, looking without sorrow from rented rooms waiting for the next waves across the boardwalk and sand and not wondering how a heart will break tomorrow.

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Apr 29, 2021

Apr 29, 2021 at 7:58 PM UTC

Not being in love

It isn’t anything more than you know. It is not questions with unwanted answers. No, it is not wanting to be in love, not here in this place and not in paris either. Unlike the past, the future is clear. Unlike being in love, you are someone you once wanted to be. Seeing you through a sealed window, holding a ticket to a true one. I stay on the ground, looking without sorrow from rented rooms waiting for the next waves across the boardwalk and sand and not wondering how a heart will break tomorrow.

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