thomas-james-hogan - Hello Poetry

We are wandering wonderers No righteousness left in us Just echoes of kings and prophets Who traded hope for dust No songs hid in the silence No fire neath the stones This earth is dry and broken And we are not our own But then… You… Breathe. Renewing, undoing Every end I thought was mine Then You… Breathe. And all that died inside Begins to rise We drank an empty chalice Named graves as holy ground Built altars to our aching And called it faith somehow But mercy walks in ashes And finds me where I lay I hear You in the silence Still whispering my name Then You… Breathe. Unmaking what was twisted Unbreaking what I hid Then You… Breathe. And the bones begin to rattle And the tomb forgets and lives You don't raise me to run — You raise me to kneel. You don’t fix the fracture — You make it feel. You don’t silence the storm — You teach it to rage. You don’t change in the making — You make me to change. But then… You… Breathe. And I remember how To live.

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Jul 26, 2025

Jul 26, 2025 at 3:43 AM UTC

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We are wandering wonderers No righteousness left in us Just echoes of kings and prophets Who traded hope for dust No songs hid in the silence No fire neath the stones This earth is dry and broken And we are not our own But then… You… Breathe. Renewing, undoing Every end I thought was mine Then You… Breathe. And all that died inside Begins to rise We drank an empty chalice Named graves as holy ground Built altars to our aching And called it faith somehow But mercy walks in ashes And finds me where I lay I hear You in the silence Still whispering my name Then You… Breathe. Unmaking what was twisted Unbreaking what I hid Then You… Breathe. And the bones begin to rattle And the tomb forgets and lives You don't raise me to run — You raise me to kneel. You don’t fix the fracture — You make it feel. You don’t silence the storm — You teach it to rage. You don’t change in the making — You make me to change. But then… You… Breathe. And I remember how To live.

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Spider spider, apple cider Bench on old worn dusty paths Crawling, sprawling and appalling Inch closer to the whole and halfs Peter Peter or and either Both trees overlook the gloom Ready steady toss the eddies A week is weaker or too soon Giver giver, baby critters days adrifting off the web Laughter after, doesn't matter Eight long and prickly little legs

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Jan 24, 2025

Jan 24, 2025 at 2:53 AM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

A spider drifting caught my gaze

Spider spider, apple cider Bench on old worn dusty paths Crawling, sprawling and appalling Inch closer to the whole and halfs Peter Peter or and either Both trees overlook the gloom Ready steady toss the eddies A week is weaker or too soon Giver giver, baby critters days adrifting off the web Laughter after, doesn't matter Eight long and prickly little legs

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the soft blue brown of your various poses this is my Cebu, my Manila, the soft new sounds of the streets and people though not my home it is my own, my special experience of a people so full of love and service to others that they often can't even see themselves. the soft view of boats offshores in their fishing their work is a joy for funding their leisure, their leisure is a joy, refueling their work. the soft hue of twilight as fiesta dies down... The sweetest blue brown of various poses.

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Sep 12, 2024

Sep 12, 2024 at 7:42 AM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

Island

the soft blue brown of your various poses this is my Cebu, my Manila, the soft new sounds of the streets and people though not my home it is my own, my special experience of a people so full of love and service to others that they often can't even see themselves. the soft view of boats offshores in their fishing their work is a joy for funding their leisure, their leisure is a joy, refueling their work. the soft hue of twilight as fiesta dies down... The sweetest blue brown of various poses.

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The heat and brightness, the brilliant show The shadows, the glass and the glow Beauty and mystery, leave fast, come slow The essence, the glass and the glow Peace in darkness, still bursting hope The resting, the glass and the glow The fate unaccepting and courage yet told The struggle, the glass and the glow The deepest held, the shallow goes The waters, the glass and the glow Drown me now, and then I’ll know The ending, the glass and the glow

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Feb 3, 2023

Feb 3, 2023 at 7:34 PM UTC

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Glass and Glow

The heat and brightness, the brilliant show The shadows, the glass and the glow Beauty and mystery, leave fast, come slow The essence, the glass and the glow Peace in darkness, still bursting hope The resting, the glass and the glow The fate unaccepting and courage yet told The struggle, the glass and the glow The deepest held, the shallow goes The waters, the glass and the glow Drown me now, and then I’ll know The ending, the glass and the glow

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In soulish depth, in flame unending, flicker dance and gleam It cracks and blackens, dancing ember, Seeping, seeking, soaking dreams In secret holding, dearly hoping love and lurking fear Whisper, wilted, belted blisters. Bursting, blatant, brilliance clear In shining blindness. Least expecting guiding beacon purest flame In the heat of truth and safety Fiercest comfort, never tamed

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Feb 2, 2023

Feb 2, 2023 at 4:44 AM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

Flaming Heart Guide

In soulish depth, in flame unending, flicker dance and gleam It cracks and blackens, dancing ember, Seeping, seeking, soaking dreams In secret holding, dearly hoping love and lurking fear Whisper, wilted, belted blisters. Bursting, blatant, brilliance clear In shining blindness. Least expecting guiding beacon purest flame In the heat of truth and safety Fiercest comfort, never tamed

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Shame, a blur of red and orange, smudging the canvas Lost, a jagged line, twisting and turning Afraid, a swirl of blue and black, consuming the frame Stares, a splash of yellow, piercing the darkness Voice, a stroke of purple, trembling and raw Frame, a smear of green, contorted and broken No name, a drip of pink, fading into the background No future, a smudge of brown, dull and uninviting All bridges, a streak of white, burned and crumbling Shame, a prison, enclosing the soul in a cage of color Guilt, a shadow, creeping in and consuming the light Freedom, a burst of gold, shining and radiant Love, a flood of color, washing away the shame and the guilt Hope, a beacon, shining and guiding the way

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Jan 16, 2023

Jan 16, 2023 at 7:48 PM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

healing canvas

Shame, a blur of red and orange, smudging the canvas Lost, a jagged line, twisting and turning Afraid, a swirl of blue and black, consuming the frame Stares, a splash of yellow, piercing the darkness Voice, a stroke of purple, trembling and raw Frame, a smear of green, contorted and broken No name, a drip of pink, fading into the background No future, a smudge of brown, dull and uninviting All bridges, a streak of white, burned and crumbling Shame, a prison, enclosing the soul in a cage of color Guilt, a shadow, creeping in and consuming the light Freedom, a burst of gold, shining and radiant Love, a flood of color, washing away the shame and the guilt Hope, a beacon, shining and guiding the way

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There was a man in my hometown, whose fame never exceeded his station He had discovered in the heart of desperate broken times that distinct predisposition to attain glory apart from your opinion His every day in the mundane created wonder in my heart that has lasted my life He hid greatness and brilliance behind a thick mask of scruff and janitor's fatigues I owe him almost everything. His name was Clifford H. Banks.

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Sep 27, 2021

Sep 27, 2021 at 11:16 PM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

Wonder Wheel

There was a man in my hometown, whose fame never exceeded his station He had discovered in the heart of desperate broken times that distinct predisposition to attain glory apart from your opinion His every day in the mundane created wonder in my heart that has lasted my life He hid greatness and brilliance behind a thick mask of scruff and janitor's fatigues I owe him almost everything. His name was Clifford H. Banks.

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One hundred holes to down the raft One swam ashore just for the laughs One along with all the other facts One word disputed and unpacked One blame for many in the act One wonders if the teacher lacked One simple plan to pass the class One student left , the rest washed back One More lesson with test attached One might assume the last was last One better answer to questions asked One would be wrong, what's wrong with that?

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Aug 3, 2021

Aug 3, 2021 at 11:18 AM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

One thought drowned in the shallow black

One hundred holes to down the raft One swam ashore just for the laughs One along with all the other facts One word disputed and unpacked One blame for many in the act One wonders if the teacher lacked One simple plan to pass the class One student left , the rest washed back One More lesson with test attached One might assume the last was last One better answer to questions asked One would be wrong, what's wrong with that?

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Why when where would you put them in order or next to eachother or sort them back forward? What did how could you leave them uncovered unsettled and cluttered right next to each other? How did why when might you figure it out too late to untangle them out of your mouth?

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Jul 26, 2021

Jul 26, 2021 at 11:21 AM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

Better Questions

Why when where would you put them in order or next to eachother or sort them back forward? What did how could you leave them uncovered unsettled and cluttered right next to each other? How did why when might you figure it out too late to untangle them out of your mouth?

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Asked to rewrite your verses and curves, I would start with the obvious and end on your nerves. Freeze, tease, please These are the thoughts and still the heart glitches, type passion aggressive resowing the stitches. More, core, sore Bore me with pages all sullen in ink, Not another retelling what words would you think. Less, dress, mess Guess the next line win a dubious prize, fling fate a falter then resummarize. Green, seen, keen Mean as a measure penned for more kindling, recurred, reimbursed, remet in the dwindling. Mend, lend, end Fend for the hapless reposing the story, I've edged on the ledges your figure for glory. Aghast, Tasked, masked

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Jul 26, 2021

Jul 26, 2021 at 11:07 AM UTC

thomas-james-hogan

Reformations

Asked to rewrite your verses and curves, I would start with the obvious and end on your nerves. Freeze, tease, please These are the thoughts and still the heart glitches, type passion aggressive resowing the stitches. More, core, sore Bore me with pages all sullen in ink, Not another retelling what words would you think. Less, dress, mess Guess the next line win a dubious prize, fling fate a falter then resummarize. Green, seen, keen Mean as a measure penned for more kindling, recurred, reimbursed, remet in the dwindling. Mend, lend, end Fend for the hapless reposing the story, I've edged on the ledges your figure for glory. Aghast, Tasked, masked

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