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Tony Tweedy Jul 2020
So long ago was the wonder turned to real by the Eagle flying by.
A child in awe I watched that miracle outside of Earth's blue sky.

In grainy black and white the world united in an up turned gaze.
To dream a unified dream for all, in those long ago heroic days.

A dream for all of mankind and your words they called it so.
Joint in belief of great achievement of how far our species could go.

You carried the heroes of a decade that paved a road up to that day.
You caught the minds of others and set new heroes on their way.

There was Mike and Buzz and you and yet others there would be.
Who would follow that first footstep that you left upon the sea.
For all the things I have seen in my life never have I felt the world united and as inspired as it was on that day of July 1969.
We took a wrong step somewhere but it wasn't that day in the Sea of Tranquillity.
Carlo C Gomez Jul 2020
Cloud 9
Force ten
Apollo 11

I'm high in the sky
Driven like the wind
But walking on the moon
July 21, 1969
Forgot to post this a week ago.
JV Beaupre Nov 2019
I've become a lazy reader,
dismissive and curmudgeony too.
Magazines or books? Not magazines--
Magazine readers are a different species.

So books it is. Let me take inventory:
Nonfiction. Sorry, just the occasional science book.

General fiction lost the war for my attention--
Do real people really have so many feelings?
So often and so detailed?

So I read genre fiction.
But bang, bang adventure has become tiresome--
after all how many times and ways can you shoot/stab/blow up/car chase?

Likewise, there are books that seem spend pages and pages describing clothes.
Even though Chaucer also spent many words describing clothes,
his best lines were about bare ***** hanging out a window.

All my favorite characters are now old, Harry Bosch, George Smiley.
To my regret, the Wall falling and the Cold War ending almost wiped out the thoughtful spy story.
Science fiction, a previous favorite, took a goofy turn awhile ago, and I’m done with it.
Let's see: fantasy now seems written for teenage vampire-witch wannabes. Just flutter away.

What's left? I think it's only Detective stories and Poetry.
I'm pulling for Harry Bosch and Billy Collins at 90, and, God bless him, John Le Carre.
bah, humbug!
They pretend to be your brother/sister, but at your back they are a dusty gold digger,

They published your character in daily news, used you as a broken tools,

They paint you in history with their fake and bitter stories,

They chew your bones with lies all day, think that your life will becomes muddy someday,  

They blackmail you, told everyone that you ain't real, that your life is a mess, used you as copy and paste,

They drew you with their nasty routine and broken pencil, and used their spicy spite as the eraser,

They looks beautiful on the outside, but inside, there heart leaks with sores,

In your presence, they hail you like king or queen,

In your absence, they murdered your attitude and behave like they are so good,

So called friends,
You find them in church, wove in sheep clothing,

So called friends,
You find them in school, dark aches in the midst of white aches,

So called friends,
They are here, they are there, they are everywhere

Direct copy of the devil, there hands are full of evil and always caught in the act of trouble,

Shine your eyes!!
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Jake Dockter Feb 2019
A poem by Billy Collins always seems to have a twist, some humor or a pun waiting to make you chuckle or stop and wonder while holding your chin.

But now, I’m not surprised by his slights of poetic hand. He has tipped his hat one too many times.
Too many winks.
One can only enjoy a twist so many times.

What would really surprise me is not a poem about jazz that is really a poem about death, or some stanza about a Bird in the winter snow (but really about a distant mother or an Ornette Coleman song or a high school sweetheart)...

What would really stop me in my tracks is

A few simple words
A haiku or prose, a
Moment for its own sake.
Timon chukwuonu Jan 2018
Misconducts
I have pow ,should  I say it's power
The law of attraction
Do not put my mind off the role of spirituality
when my heart is cloudy in pains of the afternoon
I couldn't be happier than a bird
Due to the missing piece of color and sound
Above the sky
Everybird has its place
You can not be a mockingbird and grow to be an eagle
You can only be born an eagle But the nature of humanity Is very important and not rigid.
You can be born a handicap or a disable person
But you can still be a very important person to your generation .
I  am even and you are odd
But you can plus and multiple us to get a figure  
So do not be shy of whom you are
Because you are a bird or generally an animal.
Even if you are an animal.
What kind ,will you be.
Cat, dog , tiger or lion
It's funny,when someone preteach us to be a bird due to The circumstances of life
I will be optimistic about you and your personality Because it's definitely worth it..
Humanity, hopefully , nature.mindset
Timon chukwuonu Jan 2018
The reason of your smiles
Is to be  loved by me
Bad moments could change your face says
The wrong part of lights
But you kept your right smiles.
Now , you could lay your head on me
Because,I am here
Even when the lights goes dark
Like the sun lost its way by the footsteps
Of a unknown man with one foot, as try to take you away from my love
As the agony of your pains
Keep me smiling at my difficult times,
I replied
Love is power which you know
We still loved each other
As the birds Love the color of the skies.
Love.. atmosphere, light
Timon chukwuonu Jan 2018
With a smile
Many could do thysame
As an unforgiven cry's and pain
That ran through our vain in Eve'ry minutes by minutes
Hour by hours,
Day by days ,
Week by weeks ,
Month by months , year by years
And at the end of a result
We all smiles
Hope, smiles
Timon chukwuonu Dec 2017
My RAIN DROP
AS FAR FROM MY HEART
I SEARCH FOR YOU
IN THE DEPTHS OF YOUR LOVE
I WAIT FOR YOU
YOU ADDED A DROP INTO MY HANDS AND ITS HARVEST MY HEART
THE MORE, I SEARCH FOR YOU
THE MORE, YOU SWING INTO MY HEART;OUT OF CONTROL
AM WITHOUT THIRSTY
AND AM WITHOUT RANGE
RANGE IN TIME BUT YOUR RAIN ALWAYS REACH MY CLAIMS
I SET OUT FOR YOUR LOVE
ONLY TO FIND YOUR LOVE , GROWING INSIDE MY HEART AS A BRIDGE ACROSS MY WALLS
WHAT MANNER OF CREATURE ,ARE YOU
THE SOUND OF A THOUSANDS LAUGHTER "IN MY HEART"
AM NOT SHY OF YOUR TERROR IN THE LAND
AS FOR ME , YOUR UNSTABLE SOUNDS CALL FOR US TO LOVE MORE AND MORE
EVEN, WHEN YOU STOP FALLING, YOUR RAIN BROUGHTOUT BRIGHT LIGHT INTO MY EYE'S
THE LITTLE SOUNDS AS YOU FADE AWAY FROM RANGE IS LIKE A RIVER FLOWS WITHIN ME
YOUR LOVE AS WASH ME CLEAN AND YOUR TERROR AS FOUND ME TERSE
YOUR LOVE IS MY RAINDROP.
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My love is pure and natural ...it's for those who are heart broken and widows.
Äŧül Mar 2017
When Simon was born,
He had a rare syndrome,
The Treacher Colin one.

It included missing ears,
And condescending from it,
Were the missing years.

But he had his luck shining,
He met Vicky on sign language classes,
That he attended as he is challenged.

Even though Simon can not hear,
He heard Vicky's heart beat for him,
And both of them had a baby.

Unluckily, the baby has TCS as well,
But we must take time to appreciate,
Time & love the parents dedicate.

They named the daughter Alice,
So beautiful and healthy she is,
For Simon's burning wounds she is the ice.

Especially Simon Moore is careful,
Careful that his daughter is happy,
So she doesn't get the missing years,
A tough road lies ahead with missing ears.
Treacher Collins Syndrome is a huge challenge and I so greatly respect anyone and everyone with the TCS.

Simon Moore is an inspiration for me.

My HP Poem #1466
©Atul Kaushal
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