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 Dec 2020 six pm
zebra
Canticle
 Dec 2020 six pm
zebra
I cover my head in stony burlap
a hair shirt fleece
for humility I do not possess
a praying preying paradox

climbing upwards
to the heavens
while being dragged
by every hate and love
in a gravitating decent
with huddled wings
pulled into fires and maws gag
a terror terrified

like a bird
waiting for a spider
waiting for a fly
The heavens is your throne
The earth your footstool
Earthlings you molded
From clay and then ribs
You gave us some of your air and the right to breath
All I have belongs to you
From my lovely nose to the marrow in my bones
All these you own
So why do I keep getting your attention?
Why do you even care or bother to take away my fears?
What can I offer you when you have it all?
I know what's right and hear my spirit cautioning just when I decide to do wrong
I push you away
and when I do your absence creates a presence about me
A presence that takes over
whenever I refuse to listen to the voice of my conscience
I try to hide
In my folly I feel wise
Forgetting you are omnipresent.
How beautifully have you painted the rainbows!
You landscaped the earth with the flowers and tall trees
The wild geese and birds you never fail to feed
You whose hands are stretched out towards the earth
On Whose palms I sit
Please don't turn your back against me
It’s your face I seek
I have failed you once again
all my promises to you I am too human to keep
Forgive me Lord
I fail to mirror your attributes though a spitting image of you I am
Please let Momma and Papa tarry
If only till three score and ten
Let them relish for tirelessly they’ve toiled
fill their hearts with foy as their third generation in the arms they carry
You asked that I ask
Cause you are equal and more so greater than the task
One more thing I ask of you
when they you call unto thee
That their exit be as they wish
Most peacefully as they bid your footstool goodbye
You know all things and even before the world begun
It was powerless to hide its end from you
You don’t only know the end from the beginning;
You are the beginning and the end
to my humble plea I beseech you, your precious ears do lend
~r3d~
 Dec 2020 six pm
Emma
Her Imperious Canticle rewarded
From the butterflies of monarchy
Mermaid scales are her bouquet
An ombre is the debut
Crystal corals are the stars on her face
Below pink rings that scale a tune
Which the winged beauties will charm in too
An amazing debut for the see through
Of a dynasty that glows in the prism moon.
My first poem of 2019, based on this amazing artwork: https://www.instagram.com/p/BsvsTLbFt2o/
Please follow this artist, she is astounding. Also, I tried to make an unrhyming poem that instead focused on description...Free verse is the name of the genre, thx Flo for reminding me lol
 Dec 2020 six pm
hannah way
It's tuesday afternoon
I've been lying in bed
held here
by the thought
of you
h.w.
 Dec 2020 six pm
Qualyxian Quest
In but not of America
I walk the golden coast

Solitude is solitary
Oh! The one I love the most

American education
Mostly a waste of time

Melville in the library
Brother, can you spare a dime?

Seattle in the summer
Ferry boat sublime

Me alone at Kells
Cranberry juice and lime.
 Dec 2020 six pm
igc
Bombshell
 Dec 2020 six pm
igc
If I could fold up and package all the things
I do that make you upset I would

I would carefully twist and wrap and bend and
stuff them into a grenade and set it off inside your house

The worst of me is still my best

— The End —