wordsofm - Hello Poetry

Meet me at the edge of the mountain With your arms around me, breath heavy Take me away, towards the persimmon sun. Rest your head upon my shoulder And share with me authors you read fondly. Send me to a land, where gleaming parties and revolutions are canon. Sit and read to me of Grendel And the darklings of Keats, his solemn pastorials Protect me from all, Sir Beowulf, my knight with bravery ineffable. Traverse with me the woods Away from the cabin, and to the pond. Tell me of the leaves you see-- muddy, mucky, made webbed. Sing to the moon the poetry of your swoon The light that cares and dusts away your desk O Gabriel, my knight and day, scare away his hooves. Lead me to a life far from Auerbach Yet so near, through your words on our mountain walk.

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Dec 30, 2019

Dec 30, 2019 at 1:16 AM UTC

Knight and Day

Meet me at the edge of the mountain With your arms around me, breath heavy Take me away, towards the persimmon sun. Rest your head upon my shoulder And share with me authors you read fondly. Send me to a land, where gleaming parties and revolutions are canon. Sit and read to me of Grendel And the darklings of Keats, his solemn pastorials Protect me from all, Sir Beowulf, my knight with bravery ineffable. Traverse with me the woods Away from the cabin, and to the pond. Tell me of the leaves you see-- muddy, mucky, made webbed. Sing to the moon the poetry of your swoon The light that cares and dusts away your desk O Gabriel, my knight and day, scare away his hooves. Lead me to a life far from Auerbach Yet so near, through your words on our mountain walk.

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In the sinful garden I was aroused, My toenails dug into Earth as the yew to the moon Crouched with legs lambent of the blue glow. I clawed and sank into the abyss the edifice allowed. Violet sky and clouds abloom Crawling towards its moleskin bound and sewn Ginger stained and fig darkened Our assemblage of sentiments sank Into the fire-molten pit below. Further into the soil beneath, pressed with bark and-- Ages of space that left some pages blank. Your sharp mountains of ink through soil began to show. Alas, I beheld in its fullness, a body which beat I stopped to harken A tremor my arms, hands, and fingers began to make With a gust of wind, brush of limbs, the dust away was blown. Cuticles gushing red as I clung to our words, but away with a night lark. After that short mirage, off my knees and into the sky I flew My heart bare and untamed, as the soul from the skin under the moon.

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Sep 23, 2019

Sep 23, 2019 at 5:12 PM UTC

From the Skin Under the Moon

In the sinful garden I was aroused, My toenails dug into Earth as the yew to the moon Crouched with legs lambent of the blue glow. I clawed and sank into the abyss the edifice allowed. Violet sky and clouds abloom Crawling towards its moleskin bound and sewn Ginger stained and fig darkened Our assemblage of sentiments sank Into the fire-molten pit below. Further into the soil beneath, pressed with bark and-- Ages of space that left some pages blank. Your sharp mountains of ink through soil began to show. Alas, I beheld in its fullness, a body which beat I stopped to harken A tremor my arms, hands, and fingers began to make With a gust of wind, brush of limbs, the dust away was blown. Cuticles gushing red as I clung to our words, but away with a night lark. After that short mirage, off my knees and into the sky I flew My heart bare and untamed, as the soul from the skin under the moon.

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When I was 17 I wanted to be just like it. A girl of the heedless, of a twisted wind And lashing overstory. Bold in choice eyes burning gallant When I stood not alone On screaming nights In crowded habitation Writing my future’s Threatening tumult Apart from regularity Prerogative, accompanying grail Withered leaves of change. Left with nothing more, But to turn them over.

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Apr 2, 2019

Apr 2, 2019 at 12:23 AM UTC

Intrepid

When I was 17 I wanted to be just like it. A girl of the heedless, of a twisted wind And lashing overstory. Bold in choice eyes burning gallant When I stood not alone On screaming nights In crowded habitation Writing my future’s Threatening tumult Apart from regularity Prerogative, accompanying grail Withered leaves of change. Left with nothing more, But to turn them over.

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Stuck Swirled Stamped Ceiling of stars Saturated dreams, not yet Seizing the future, her, harbored in pink princess prints Scribbled walls of verses, covered child yet without vain Cemented in my mind, childhood bedroom I haven’t forgotten at all Ceiling of stars, from above, I hope you don’t witness my fall.

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Dec 28, 2018

Dec 28, 2018 at 9:11 PM UTC

Adhesive Astronomy

Stuck Swirled Stamped Ceiling of stars Saturated dreams, not yet Seizing the future, her, harbored in pink princess prints Scribbled walls of verses, covered child yet without vain Cemented in my mind, childhood bedroom I haven’t forgotten at all Ceiling of stars, from above, I hope you don’t witness my fall.

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You didn’t meant it. Your gifts, consolations, plush saccharine petals. You used their precious implications to hide Your disposition. It was my birthday. I sank into my seat, Driving towards the expectancy of consistence, Home, away from Your wonted constitution.

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Dec 28, 2018

Dec 28, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC

Consolation Petals

You didn’t meant it. Your gifts, consolations, plush saccharine petals. You used their precious implications to hide Your disposition. It was my birthday. I sank into my seat, Driving towards the expectancy of consistence, Home, away from Your wonted constitution.

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Our affections are resinous By the grindstone, made Confections. Our patience tasteful impressions By words, sweet turpeny made Ever-growing since. Our laughter like camphor Sowed by thyme, made Love, after. Your love is unwashed Grown and ground, made to steep Cherry beans, grown in their burgundy glove.

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Dec 28, 2018

Dec 28, 2018 at 7:51 PM UTC

Made to Steep

Our affections are resinous By the grindstone, made Confections. Our patience tasteful impressions By words, sweet turpeny made Ever-growing since. Our laughter like camphor Sowed by thyme, made Love, after. Your love is unwashed Grown and ground, made to steep Cherry beans, grown in their burgundy glove.

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