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This minute brings fear
This moment is so lonely
This second is over
Make your poems Memorable,
That’s what I say.
No need to be incredible,
Just let them play.

Read them with your inner voice,
Write them that way too.
Hear the music in those words,
This I’m telling You.

In ancient times these poems were songs,
Remembered off by heart.
At least you’d call them statements,
Knowledge to impart.

Iambic metre’s very common yes,
And so of course is rhyme:
To make these verses remembered
Through the course of time.

Yet verse is best as poetry,
Lyrical if you will.
We have to write with feeling,
And give the reader a thrill.

Paul Butters
Went for afternoon nap. Woke. Got thinking. Poetry must be MEMORABLE. Like ancient poems had to be before writing was invented. I'll write a poem about it...
 Sep 2014 Mike Eustace
r
thunder
 Sep 2014 Mike Eustace
r
i still try to remember
to take my boots off
at the door

my feet are wet
from walking in the rain

i leave laetoli footprints
on the pine floor
-like the first man

trying to walk upright
but can't seem to
get it straight

There's a lot of empty space
in a house
so full of quiet

wishing for thunder.

r ~ 9/5/14
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  |     •
/ \
I can smell him on my sheets
      I can taste him in my dreams
             I can still feel every inch where he's touched me
I hear his laughter echoing in the walls
             I can still see him in all these pictures I saved for
           memories

But this bed is bare
My dream's a nightmare
       I can't hear
             His laughter
       He's not near
             Enough to touch
My eyes are blinded by tears
He's killed my senses,  
      I'm no longer aware

Everything around me,  slowly fading away
His face, his scent, his laughter,  his touch
Maybe I'll just pop a few pills and sleep away the day
At least he's in my nightmares, the pain of reality is too much
He's gone...  He's in her arms now... I'm dying and crying and it's all just too much..
 Sep 2014 Mike Eustace
Erenn
Reality
 Sep 2014 Mike Eustace
Erenn
The light illuminates us within
Gleaming through that translucent pride
Creating an obscure spectrum that we’re in
We are all fragile inside
Waiting for the day we die

We evade at what’s real
And fallen into the dusk
We realized it’s wrong to feel
But we still believe in trust

We crave for that night
When the Moon shines as bright as the Sun
Where Shooting Stars falling everywhere in sight
Where the Milky Way pours to the ground
Where Northern Lights stays until the sunrise

We try to find what was lost
Only to be remembered by what’s present
We can’t forget yesterday’s
 remorse
Only to find out that it’s *permanent.
I procrastinate alot. To the extent of losing friends and relationships. But It's never too late to change. You have to face the truth,accept it.
Accept Reality.
And Change.
 Sep 2014 Mike Eustace
Erenn
Your
freckles      are
like the
stars
to my
night       sky.
This is a sequel to my post 'Freckles'.
And this line I heard is from a stranger telling his gf how her freckles make him love her more. God bless them:)
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