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Apr 2018 maddy

The field

Apr 2018 maddy

wordvango

I dreamed I
Saw fields of straw
Hallucinated the waves
Coming to me

I begged on
That little
Self inside me
To prove

His realness
And he said
I just am
And I

Answered
But the field was
Real to me all
Waving

Standing
Applauding
A festivity
Of me

And you are who
A homonculus
A being
Inside me
Have you

I questioned him
Myself me
My being
Mine ID

Have you
Little my
Senses of self
Monitor

My matriarchal
Patrician
Overseer
Have you

One too?
A little you
Inside you talk
To question

Go to in stress
For advice
And if so
Does he too?

On and and and and

Ononon
We went
Late

Into the night into day
I went

Back
To
The
Field

Apr 2018 maddy

For Sara

Apr 2018 maddy

NewFoundPoet

For Sara

This is a letter,
From a Father to his Daughter.
There are few things in this world,
I can neither prepare or protect you from…
But allow me this chance,
To guide your growing soul.

This letter is one of love and loss…
Not the love we share,
But the love of another kind…
My sweet girl please beware,
For this is the love that can leave you blind…

It will shoot you into the sky,
Leaving all you thought real behind.
Yet, In that same breath you’ll fall victim to it’s scorn…
As you crash back into earth,
Feeling nothing but broken & torn…

In the end all I can say,
With absolute certainty…
Never let a chance to love slip away…
For, you’ll never truly find what makes you whole…
Until you learn to love with not just you heart,
But your entire soul...

Apr 2018 maddy

Strobing lobster stop light.

Apr 2018 maddy

T R S

Strobing lobster stop light.

Lately I've alienated the amicable bit of my being.
It's like looking, like seeing through shriveled shades.
I've abraded my non-brooding gregarious being.
I've leaned on pretension and obscene half-hearted concession.
It's a lesson I'm learning that's burning holes in my midnight blanket.
I thank god I can say I don't die everyday.
That I say that I pray that I'm thankful.

Apr 2018 maddy

Fear and A Million Ways To Die

Apr 2018 maddy

The Dedpoet

Fear and A Million Ways To Die

I was scared once,
I realised the wrong was nothing
And I filled my own mind
With doubt.

What is guilt but the sin never
Committed? I said nothing
But words still rose against me.
And I stood my ground
Against the lie,
Ready to die for my truth,
I remained unspoken.
Accused of what and I dont care
Because I never knew the why....

Take me,
A million ways to die
And my words never spoke
What lies fed your heart,
Guilt was not my motive,
Only the fear of nothing
Commiitted in my name,

Im here in the fire,
Cool breeze running
At the sweat of words that
I never spoke,
And I can die a man,
Unspoken.

Apr 2018 maddy

A Walk of Sleep

Apr 2018 maddy

Onoma

A Walk of Sleep

hands out, in a walk
of sleep--caressing
a planet
delicate as a baby's head.
her tutelary spirits
reading my palms.
drifting over intersecting
timelines, looks of
emphasis rippling the
mind's eye at key points.
the perfection sliding
impersonal tears down
wisps of web.
tremulous suspense in
fields of glorious collapse--
the art of detail superimposing
over ends justified.
how idiosyncratic to be
walked, and met with caution
that precedes itself.
as to regulate such a vast intuition.

Apr 2018 maddy

beautifully fragile

Apr 2018 maddy

Akira Chinen

beautifully fragile

Death stops by to remind us
how beautifully fragile life is
and with her
you have gone away
and yet you are still here
in the quite moments
between my heart beat
and the silent space
between the tears falling
and I can still feel the warmth
of your laughter
and still hear the comfort
of your voice
I know not where you have gone
or if we will meet again
so what luck it was
what a privilege it has been
to have had you in it
my beautiful friend

Apr 2018 maddy

Make The Shot

Apr 2018 maddy

Peter Robert Hamilton

Make The Shot

Go big or go home
I dream of Rome
Forget Internet Explorer, more Google Chrome
I'm the whole package, yet they think I'm Foam
They swerve the road, hit the cones
I make one mistake, chip my bones
Then I drone
Over it
Moving onto the next big thing
I know when I make it
Because that's when the Choir sings
From the approval of others
I own this field, secretly undercover
Don't try to smuther
My potential
Chances are, you're scared of my credentials
I shoot the free throw
I'll ignore your denouncements, you already know
Who caught all those wins in a row?
Took all the losses while you complained about your bosses
This talk is preposterous
Coming in full force like a Rhinoceros
There's always a rise and fall to this

#shot #throw #poem

Apr 2018 maddy

Poppies In October

Apr 2018 maddy

Sylvia Plath

Poppies In October

Even the sun-clouds this morning cannot manage such skirts.
Nor the woman in the ambulance
Whose red heart blooms through her coat so astoundingly ----

A gift, a love gift
Utterly unasked for
By a sky

Palely and flamily
Igniting its carbon monoxides, by eyes
Dulled to a halt under bowlers.

O my God, what am I
That these late mouths should cry open
In a forest of frost, in a dawn of cornflowers.