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Poetic T Jul 2017
Undisclosed location,
                    where his words.
a flower buried with its petals intact.

But all will wilt, given time.

So many dead flowers forever obscured
Poetic T Jul 2017
Laminated echoes gaze
                                outward,
never seeing..  just static...

Whispers illuminate
                               inwards,
coalescing on this mausoleum.

All past voices now collecting in
cobwebs decaying, hollow.

Out the window.. there is nothing
Poetic T Jul 2017
It was not long ago when my HP
became a chopping board...
You see the internet as it was called
DIED, expired, perished with but...
a blank page greeting my vision.

Panic ensued smart phones became
like nokia's overnight used of all things
like talking and texting... TEXTING..
But where one moment faded,
Life became normal, people talked to
another, read books.. learnt...

Fake news was now a myth as everything
was real, TV radio, papers were growing
in popularity, paper was the new cool...
Books were selling, so many trees became
words again. Me I wasn't that fused..
I wrote on a note pad, not a Mac.. paper..

The internet died a while back, but humanity
got a little bit of its self back, the company of
others thrived. Friends where real, not some
status on a screen or board. I use my HP for
a chopping board now..
its good for dicing onion you see...
Poetic T Jul 2017
My friend of ink has become static...
her words have faded.. still moving
but no words will now feel emotions.
She has moved on to a place more
than any spoken word...

I will read all that was before, we argued
more than a married couple, but were
friends of poetic verse...
She was taken, before her last verses were inked
on the white, the collection on verse.

I will miss my friend of verse, she was the opposite
of my ink, the contradiction of my words...
I cried when I learnt her words were silent.
But in my thoughts she will always make my
poetry better, she was my friend of poetic verse.
my poetic friend has died I am shattered, crying inside as my little ones are close..
Poetic T Jul 2017
I stood there a glare of stone,
                       others heaving.

Blaming the next to them for
this blasphemous action....

As each floor was reached

"You all should be ashamed,

Everyone looking red faced...

My daughter and I were the
last ones off.
She looks at me and smiles.

"Silent but deadly Daddy,

Laughing out loud, she says;
"I just left the next occupant
                               a little gift,


**"Takes after her Daddy that one...
Poetic T Jul 2017
Licking the soles
of there
             abandoned shoes

He tasted the outside the world.

Dreams were footsteps never taken..
Poetic T Jul 2017
Swallowing every drop,
                     licks her lips.


Like a bee guzzling nectar....
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