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Jason R Michie Feb 2021
Overcast and delicious
Wonderful yet suspicious
Flowers blooming
In a sky without blue
And even the grass is
Shining like new

On a bed of ash
I dance with the flames
I'd tell you again
But it's all in the name

My hands grow tired
From tending the fire
But the highest of heights
Exists to aspire

Passion drifts by
Feelings so high
I can't help but notice
The pain in my side

Destruction so swift
Catches my eye
Helpless and ******
I let it slip by

I'm sure that they know
Facts left in tow

Frailty is shattered
Mindless and battered
I reach for my faith
To withdraw scattered

Ages of time are
Sprinklings of dust
Seduced by sound
And tempted by lust

Why free the soul
To shackle the mind
Taken as whole
Cast out as swine

Show me the way
Pointless to say
In a box to exist
A strange-fated twist

Wanting to feel
A feeling of want
Questions and answers
Dance about and taunt
©1997 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Jason R Michie Jan 2021
Darkened dioramas seen through fading sight,
Wistful shadows of tormented light.

Twilight sifting through waking dreams,
Leaving me bare and clutching at seams.

We once flew on high with spirits of air,
We made light with the sun without a care.

Now I live only at night, sleeping through life,
Disgusted by struggle and sickened by strife.

Living for death but only dying my hair,
Heaven cancelled for the rain in the air.

So I gather my strength and I wish for the power to heal,
But when I give her my heart she says the magic just steals.

I've traded my eyes for a vision of sight,
And traded my soul for a photo of light.
©1997 Jason R. Michie All Rights Reserved
Mark Toney Oct 2019
Hale-Bopp’s fly-by
midnight stroll St. Simons beach-
lovers gently kiss
5/1/2018 - Poetry form: haiku - In 1997 my wife and I were taking a midnight stroll on the beach in St. Simons Island, GA, while the comet Hale-Bopp was flying by. Good as time as any for a kiss, yeah? Hale-Bopp is due to return in the year 4380. I wonder where we’ll be then? - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Mark Toney Oct 2019
Hale-Bopp’s fly-by
midnight stroll St. Simons beach-
lovers gently kiss
5/1/2018 - Poetry form:  Haiku - In 1997 my wife and I were taking a midnight stroll on the beach in St. Simons Island, GA, while the comet Hale-Bopp was flying by. Good as time as any for a kiss, yeah? Hale-Bopp is due to return in the year 4380. I wonder where we’ll be then? - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
Arcassin B Jun 2018
By Arcassin Burnham


I begged and begged,
it still didn't sale,
you ran away , i brought you hell,
the time is changing , still i wanted you.
you told me them lies,
they believed you,
disgraced my name , like plans for you,
that day time stopped , now I ******* hate you.

It can't rain all the time,
i nearly lost my mind,
and though it always does,
you only did the crime.

you failed all of us,
and we trusted you,
pure female demon,
filled your own virtue,


I begged and begged,
it still didn't sale,
you ran away , i brought you hell,
the time is changing , still i wanted you.
you told me them lies,
they believed you,
disgraced my name , like plans for you,

that day time stopped , now I ******* hate you...
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/06/it-cant-rain-all-time-97.html
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