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Fullfreddo May 2015
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not a fan of reality TV,
plenty of "unreal" episodes
of my own direction stored,
available for further review
in the storage units of
neuronic black and white prison brain cells

which is why I have free~will chosen
to enumerate my poem~videos;
for easy retreat retrieval resurrection
of the travelogue of mind own insurrections

a garage of mobility devices,
car, rollerblades, cross country skis plus,
a potpourri of escape methodologies
that by definition are all round trippers,
returned to their storage unit after use

and I count them Noah~like,
two by two, as they come on board,
and when they disembark for days of
rest and recreation


this one, #4,
is born
among headstones,
just anther memory storage unit
specialized,
flag decorated,
but different

This is a one-way,
no return,
unit

but
it can be viewed at anytime
by those who care to be users,
by speaking this:

Read to me poem number four,
on a day we celebrate,
about free men of every color and persuasion,
who are calling out to
open the door to storage unit four,
so we to can perform
our once-a-year
Tour of Duty
to the those who called,
and answered with limb and love,
for by their glory,
we are
free too


to remember in any way we choose



~
memories of a veterans parade,
on a May Memorial Day
D Apr 2019
i wont let you keep on reading,
keep on seeing and peeping,
let you keep on being
a little tom;

boy you sure know how
to push every button somehow,
but hey this is getting kinda long;

now don't go getting greedy,
after all you love the feeling
of knowing you're her --
-- at least this time around.
the role of *her* is a fate set in stone; alone.
Erian Rose Apr 2019
As the day grew short
Upon the skylight
Hands stretched out
It wasn't right
Shining high
enduring and bright
The sun drew
Escaping the sunlit sky
Brilliant
A love with no night
You're my one
and only
light

My Flashlight
Amy Duckworth Apr 2019
I looked out a window once and saw a good friend and waved.
They didn't wave back.
I kept waving.
They still didn't respond.
I got sad and disheartened.
But little did I know.
That was a one-sided window.
I just feel really bad and not accepted because of my sexuality and many people at my school are homophobic... Anyways have a nice day or night!
Smoke Scribe Mar 2015
Got 0 followers, but one tongue, and that's perfectly ok...

cause I got
two eyes
two nostrils
two hands
two ears
two ventricles

they all
follow me

all riders
on the one tongue
that speaks my piece

that finds poetry
on ***** streets
in closed places
and in the
if's of our lives
that makes writing
in one common tongue
so **** desirable
Erian Rose Apr 2019
In the darkest days and brightest nights,
You're there for me when no one is.
Your smile a cure for every ache.
As the war continues,
You're the safe haven I turn to.
onlylovepoetry May 2019
have I? answered all your questions save one?


~~~~~

the known’s and the unknown multinational multitudes

do you comprehend within my means
to be
the man that can be moved

the when is up to you
the why yet, a wonderful mystery

laughs
the imagery of a plucked ****
man emits an ouch
but the spring bulbs tense fragrance,
a call sign for new missions
science need answers,
now, that I can no longer hide
in black holes

you can stall till the fall
more questions to pair the man against himself,
poetry by command
for the curious possibilities
of dear,

save one








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7:12am 4-11-19
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