tintinw2 - Hello Poetry

At 16 full of rightous fury A flurry Of words hastily written Hidden phone under desks Words spill from the chest Let the day end Long for rest 17 responsibilities abound Astounding how so little yet much, too much A growing moutain Of thoughts and anxious regrets Begets questions and more questions Answers bereft 18, 19, 20 s run in a blur Uncurl from the fetal postition Transitonal Period global pandemic Panic, manic, static Nother round-wait hold one ******

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Sep 7, 2024

Sep 7, 2024 at 1:49 AM UTC

through the ages

At 16 full of rightous fury A flurry Of words hastily written Hidden phone under desks Words spill from the chest Let the day end Long for rest 17 responsibilities abound Astounding how so little yet much, too much A growing moutain Of thoughts and anxious regrets Begets questions and more questions Answers bereft 18, 19, 20 s run in a blur Uncurl from the fetal postition Transitonal Period global pandemic Panic, manic, static Nother round-wait hold one ******

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Head down, mouth shut told not to start up and stir the *** the kettle cool Don't act up like a fool when atrocities come to stay and still no words permitted to say then actions come to overthrow the blindfolded regulating what to know And in the peace when violence reigns and monsters shed their human remains underneath our bubbling skin we attack all of their sin For when in the temple merchants set our dear Lord Jesus quite upset and raged against with braided whip a love so strong it can't be chipped fight then with songs, hymn sand a holy fire and expose the devils inner desire laid not in the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden but those who feast and harvest the souls of the forgotten

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Jul 22, 2020

Jul 22, 2020 at 12:44 PM UTC

Rage against the dying of the light

Head down, mouth shut told not to start up and stir the *** the kettle cool Don't act up like a fool when atrocities come to stay and still no words permitted to say then actions come to overthrow the blindfolded regulating what to know And in the peace when violence reigns and monsters shed their human remains underneath our bubbling skin we attack all of their sin For when in the temple merchants set our dear Lord Jesus quite upset and raged against with braided whip a love so strong it can't be chipped fight then with songs, hymn sand a holy fire and expose the devils inner desire laid not in the poor, the oppressed, the downtrodden but those who feast and harvest the souls of the forgotten

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Come one come all to the twenties again! Where plagues abound and fears resound but with few on the mend of course discounting those who shun saying scam and would much rather the poor proletariat slave away like an automaton and even those are prone to fraying To those poor souls left to suffer for corporations care and those necasssry deaths as eugenics rears again Come thee to the future! The hopes of many-body dashed and trampled beneath powers unweilding unfeeling of filled morgues and overworked doctors and nurses and workers and children fearing for the safety of their parents escaping to virtual reality and piles of homework forgotten along with the assignments due dates. And yet only a few stops away communities denied aid and those in the towers build bridges with the bodies deemed unneeded Observe ye the Biblical event predicted in the sacred texts foretold of hiding inside homes both for fear and to flatten the curve and mounting anxiety anger frustration nations scrambling unprepared come one come all all ye behold the twenties are back and history makes yet another round.

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May 8, 2020

May 8, 2020 at 6:28 PM UTC

A Poem of the times

Come one come all to the twenties again! Where plagues abound and fears resound but with few on the mend of course discounting those who shun saying scam and would much rather the poor proletariat slave away like an automaton and even those are prone to fraying To those poor souls left to suffer for corporations care and those necasssry deaths as eugenics rears again Come thee to the future! The hopes of many-body dashed and trampled beneath powers unweilding unfeeling of filled morgues and overworked doctors and nurses and workers and children fearing for the safety of their parents escaping to virtual reality and piles of homework forgotten along with the assignments due dates. And yet only a few stops away communities denied aid and those in the towers build bridges with the bodies deemed unneeded Observe ye the Biblical event predicted in the sacred texts foretold of hiding inside homes both for fear and to flatten the curve and mounting anxiety anger frustration nations scrambling unprepared come one come all all ye behold the twenties are back and history makes yet another round.

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It's been some years now And still You got room to grow Got a rythm and your own beat Slowly starting to navigate through The turbulant tussles and winding winds Whipping everything about Deep breath Calm now The journeys just begun

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Mar 2, 2020

Mar 2, 2020 at 6:01 PM UTC

Hey, kid

It's been some years now And still You got room to grow Got a rythm and your own beat Slowly starting to navigate through The turbulant tussles and winding winds Whipping everything about Deep breath Calm now The journeys just begun

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Peeking through the windows of the train car rucksack balanced on shoulders Idly contemplating where to next a vagabond can land for quick respites scanning surroundings inhales of clouds and exhales of shadows surrounding memories and treasure chests wrapped tightly in cloth buried under a tree the key drifting down the river waiting nestled between stones and uncapped inkwell and blank page rapid rivers reaching but unable to send them back trying to pin down and address on open roads and sketchy motels the fine makes feet continue to run continue to walk with few stops dizzying hourglasses and hands chime grandfather clocks left behind with scarlet trails here to chase but them to leave home

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Nov 18, 2019

Nov 18, 2019 at 4:35 PM UTC

Home

Peeking through the windows of the train car rucksack balanced on shoulders Idly contemplating where to next a vagabond can land for quick respites scanning surroundings inhales of clouds and exhales of shadows surrounding memories and treasure chests wrapped tightly in cloth buried under a tree the key drifting down the river waiting nestled between stones and uncapped inkwell and blank page rapid rivers reaching but unable to send them back trying to pin down and address on open roads and sketchy motels the fine makes feet continue to run continue to walk with few stops dizzying hourglasses and hands chime grandfather clocks left behind with scarlet trails here to chase but them to leave home

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Three times in the hospital sitting near the window ds screen illuminating distraction years going by and the rising anxiety that very soon the end feeling too grown at the same too young being a mom and a grand-daughter a sister and a housekeeper riding in an ambulance 10am playing translator stupid scale pain system empty stomach awkwardly standing aside she's all that's left others are working stuck at home afraid to go out scheduled medications glued to memory and panic when forgotten and still too childish but no longer a child pre-mourning pushed aside cause shes still here still guilt worry knawing shut up shes still here shes still here shes still here

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Nov 8, 2019

Nov 8, 2019 at 3:28 PM UTC

Feelings

Three times in the hospital sitting near the window ds screen illuminating distraction years going by and the rising anxiety that very soon the end feeling too grown at the same too young being a mom and a grand-daughter a sister and a housekeeper riding in an ambulance 10am playing translator stupid scale pain system empty stomach awkwardly standing aside she's all that's left others are working stuck at home afraid to go out scheduled medications glued to memory and panic when forgotten and still too childish but no longer a child pre-mourning pushed aside cause shes still here still guilt worry knawing shut up shes still here shes still here shes still here

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Appply , rinse, red runs down Copper still sits on the tongue Repeat watch As it swirls down Resisting to poke where copper wells Still it sits Though less with ice The odd taste of copper

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Oct 28, 2019

Oct 28, 2019 at 2:33 PM UTC

Copper

Appply , rinse, red runs down Copper still sits on the tongue Repeat watch As it swirls down Resisting to poke where copper wells Still it sits Though less with ice The odd taste of copper

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Hey, Ya'mind Just wiring right?

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 1:33 PM UTC

Disconnect

Hey, Ya'mind Just wiring right?

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You're as gentle as a lover your patience knows no bounds so tender is your touch as you place us in the ground your hands tirelessly work your eyes rarely blink Late conversations keep you from catching a wink your soundless voice soothes us you are never in a rush when you start your work we bid each other hush you rest our weary bones and release us from this home you reassure us we won't be buried alone Dear precious grave digger though we wish to flee By your side is where we belong we remain with thee

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May 17, 2018

May 17, 2018 at 3:32 PM UTC

Grave Digger

You're as gentle as a lover your patience knows no bounds so tender is your touch as you place us in the ground your hands tirelessly work your eyes rarely blink Late conversations keep you from catching a wink your soundless voice soothes us you are never in a rush when you start your work we bid each other hush you rest our weary bones and release us from this home you reassure us we won't be buried alone Dear precious grave digger though we wish to flee By your side is where we belong we remain with thee

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Heart beats and hammers Shadows blooming Beckoning Trail along silently Translation not needed Living outside the body Gazing down on the maze Paths and roads Painting an earthy mural Mirrored petals And twirling tornadoes of autumn Prancing around as clouds shade And the moon illuminates Weariness

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May 16, 2018

May 16, 2018 at 2:56 PM UTC

Untitled

Heart beats and hammers Shadows blooming Beckoning Trail along silently Translation not needed Living outside the body Gazing down on the maze Paths and roads Painting an earthy mural Mirrored petals And twirling tornadoes of autumn Prancing around as clouds shade And the moon illuminates Weariness

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