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Aug 2016 Left Foot Poet

SøułSurvivør

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a
single
star
as
seen
through
my
window

who
knew
stars
could
be
held
in
a

*box?

☆☆♡♡♡ HELLO POETRY ♡♡♡☆☆

Thank you all so much for your support of my work! This was such a pleasant surprise!
I wish I could thank each and every one of you who is commenting and responding to this piece. Unfortunately things are happening at my home which are beyond my control. My dad wasn't feeling well. He's better now but he still has a lump in his right cheek. He had had cancer at the base of his tongue and this is in the same area. Thank you for your prayers and well wishes! They are greatly appreciated!

I'm just putting everything in God's hands.

#window #star #box

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

Bridges Burnt....

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

Marshal Gebbie

Bridges Burnt....

Bridges burnt in Winter rain
Holds a saddened felt refrain,
Holds a touch of muted horn
Blown in passion unadorned.
Blown away in errant winds
Where no truthlessness rescinds,
Where a lie begat the night
Interceding lost love's plight.

Bridges burnt in Winter rain
Sacraments of loss remain,
Sacraments fragmented drift
Redemption clad in bloodied shift,
Redemption worn as wrong slays right
Till wrongfulness blots out the night,
Till no return this path can be
Until they torch eternity.*
M.

SE Reimer's words float before me in his impassioned poem "Bridges"
allowing me to wallow in this, my own dark tangential refrain.
M.

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

Monolith

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

Richard Riddle

Monolith

It stands...alone
that monolith.....
That monument.....to things past-
Memories resurface..........
each time I cross its wake -
"Once upon a time"..........it says to me
Reminding me-
of the "good things," good times
It keeps messages
Pictures....

The "DOOR".................................

of my refrigerator"

copyright" r. riddle 07-11-2016

*what would we do without those door magnets.*

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

Everybody Goes Away Some Day

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

Sjr1000

Everybody Goes Away Some Day

Everybody goes away
Everybody goes away
You might go on home
But you're gonna find
Everyone goes away some day

The parents of parents, they went away
Parents, they go away, far to soon
Children, too, they go away

Everybody goes away one day

When you're caught in the middle
It might seem like forever
Always thought I'd be immortal
Now I know my foot is on time's throttle

It might be cruel, it might be unkind
It might be a blessing in disguise
It might even drive you
straight out of your mind
It's going to change your life forever

Just like all those people in any 1950's movie

Everybody goes away
Goes away some day

Maybe that's tomorrow
Today is already becoming yesterday
The only thing for certain
I've already paid my taxes

Everybody goes their way
Everybody goes away some day
Everybody goes away one day.

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

a more universal language (10 word poem)

Jul 2016 Left Foot Poet

spysgrandson

a more universal language (10 word poem)

if I spoke truth, but painted no picture,
I failed

Jan 2016 Left Foot Poet

Willingness

Jan 2016 Left Foot Poet

Sjr1000

Willingness

To
the poets
among us
I
do
bequeath for
us
the lines
that
bring
us
elegant
truth.

It has been said we can bequeath not only property but values as well.

Jan 2016 Left Foot Poet

IT IS WITH SORROW

Jan 2016 Left Foot Poet

Olivia Kent

IT IS WITH SORROW

It is with sadness that I report today.
My fellow poet has flown away.
Collected by angels carrying guitars.
Transported him beyond the stars.
I have to bade goodbye today.
To Dominique Laine, who has flown away.
I shall miss silly phone and daft bits of chat.
Dom, sweet Dom, eternal sleep brings an end to all that.
May you rest in peace forevermore.
Goodbye my friend.
So glad I got to meet you even tho was only once.
(c)LIVVI

Jan 2016 Left Foot Poet

Lucky to be a poetry lover

Jan 2016 Left Foot Poet

Kelly Rose

Lucky to be a poetry lover

Is there anything more wonderful
Then being part of the poet’s corner?
Lucky am I to be a poetry lover!
A romance novelist used poetry to ponder
A story that changes and transforms
One’s heart. Is there anything more wonderful?
Joining a poetry site, I blundered
My way to writing a poem, oh what torture!
But lucky am I to be a poetry lover.
Many offered their support, allowing me to discover
My path and slowly my writing became stronger.
Is there anything more wonderful?
So many inspired awe and wonder,
Giving me strength to claim my own corner,
Justifying my becoming a poetry lover.
To those who offered encouragement so tender
I offer my thanks and give honor.
Is there anything more wonderful
Than becoming a poetry lover?*

Kelly Rose
December 29, 2015

When I first came to this site, everyone was so supportive and encouraging. I would like to thank - Nat Lipstadt, SE Reimer, Wolf Spirit, Tonya Maria, Anubis the Philosomancer, Sjr1000, Timothy, The Anonymous Joker, K. Kalachandran, Pradip Chattopadhyay,Traveler, Jack and r who all supported me in those early days, as well as so many others. Thank you and I wish everyone a wonderful New Year