#cc - Hello Poetry

Now I have your misty absence, A void flooding me, a lingering afterimage, A love that could have been. In my mind You are dead now; Inside my morgue of failed dreams. This work is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0

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Jan 22

Jan 22, 2026 at 6:23 AM UTC

Progyan

Now I have Your misty Absence

Now I have your misty absence, A void flooding me, a lingering afterimage, A love that could have been. In my mind You are dead now; Inside my morgue of failed dreams. This work is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivatives 4.0

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The hammer ya didn't see coming till after the fact

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Mar 22, 2025

Mar 22, 2025 at 9:41 AM UTC

TemporalFugue

Reality (10w)

The hammer ya didn't see coming till after the fact

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HAPPY LATE 36TH BIRTHDAY CC! :)

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Apr 23, 2021

Apr 23, 2021 at 9:25 AM UTC

sophia-atlas

Christian Coma

HAPPY LATE 36TH BIRTHDAY CC! :)

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the democratic convention under the deck ——————————————————— all kinds have registered their displeasure with the arrival of the human menagerie, their boisterous ways, jive not with the quietus of the island paradise, and under the shady deck where the convention conversations are held... open to all but the factions forming, squirrels most populous, demand the gavel and the chairmanships, because they breed best, knowledges of the yard terrain, par excellent, have climbed every tree, show no fear, boldly jumping on the chaise lounge occupant by the lady of the house, quizzing her with a side-tilted glance of what are YOU doing here???? they like their acorns from the Oaks, their fav poem Acorns in August, naturellement, naturellement, leaving the beheaded remains of the acorns devoured, everywhere, to obtain maximum annoyance from them interlopers human, delighting in the foul mouthed exclamations, when their ugly footed bottoms, unshod, meet the pointy part, proving squirrels natural ability to govern the swap infected by the two legged in-cursors, who have annoyed for forty years... the rabbits, seek alliances, they live full time neath the deck, making babies, so cute, getting bolder as they get older, hopping unashamedly across the deck, eliciting oohs and has, of the children, who blissfully unaware, all this creatures carry the ticks of Old Lyme. Though unnumbered, the rabbits, fat, throw their heft around, promising to drain the backyard of the invading hordes, with their smelly sun tan lotions and outrageously ugly bathing towels... called to order by the light of the flickering television, a fire signal that the humans are in for the night, won’t notice the shouting and shoving not so cute, tween the factions. Animals behaving like humans, what a lowly sad sight, deals and promises made, give me a hundred Likes, ten repostings, and five 😊, say the hedgehog, who rarely appears but boy is he big and has capital to lend to anybody who will give him what he wants... the field mice, have little-power, their diminutive constituency, not so useful, as they no longer make the female humans, shriek, nah, now they are cute, until they chew the wires in the basement, and hide their tennis socks in spidery corners where they leave them to yellow, corrode, unravel, unfit for human footage anymore; and while these weakfish of the under-deck, their longevity of encroachment must be respected for they have been since time immemorial, which nobody remembers exactly how long that is exactly... called to order, resolution on the floor, who shall lead the charge, plan the plan to drain away the inhuman interference for once and forevermore; but the conventional dialogue interruptus, by an unfamiliar voice: a scouting party sent, like the spies of the Israelites, fails to return, another party formed and returns, with woeful news, of a white van truck,stenciled in black death, The East End Pest Company (Exterminators) has been invited in, and sadly nobody of the animal world has in their possess, a dictionary or vocabulary so large that the word, exterminate, strikes a note of danger! the booing and brawling silenced, the political skullduggery is replaced by the sad quietude, until the insect kingdom returns to reclaim the lands, they were driven from many decades earlier, and they big human eavesdroppers, well, they know that word well and won’t make the same mistake twice! but then from above, between a crack, come a tumbling a business, white, from the deck o the below deck, in hand upon the back write these words: **See ya next week! We leave your property** as clear as our conscience p.s. for security reasons, conventions are held now every four years, the location unrevealed, until, the very last minute

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Jun 20, 2020

Jun 20, 2020 at 1:33 PM UTC

clear-conscience

the democratic convention under the deck

the democratic convention under the deck ——————————————————— all kinds have registered their displeasure with the arrival of the human menagerie, their boisterous ways, jive not with the quietus of the island paradise, and under the shady deck where the convention conversations are held... open to all but the factions forming, squirrels most populous, demand the gavel and the chairmanships, because they breed best, knowledges of the yard terrain, par excellent, have climbed every tree, show no fear, boldly jumping on the chaise lounge occupant by the lady of the house, quizzing her with a side-tilted glance of what are YOU doing here???? they like their acorns from the Oaks, their fav poem Acorns in August, naturellement, naturellement, leaving the beheaded remains of the acorns devoured, everywhere, to obtain maximum annoyance from them interlopers human, delighting in the foul mouthed exclamations, when their ugly footed bottoms, unshod, meet the pointy part, proving squirrels natural ability to govern the swap infected by the two legged in-cursors, who have annoyed for forty years... the rabbits, seek alliances, they live full time neath the deck, making babies, so cute, getting bolder as they get older, hopping unashamedly across the deck, eliciting oohs and has, of the children, who blissfully unaware, all this creatures carry the ticks of Old Lyme. Though unnumbered, the rabbits, fat, throw their heft around, promising to drain the backyard of the invading hordes, with their smelly sun tan lotions and outrageously ugly bathing towels... called to order by the light of the flickering television, a fire signal that the humans are in for the night, won’t notice the shouting and shoving not so cute, tween the factions. Animals behaving like humans, what a lowly sad sight, deals and promises made, give me a hundred Likes, ten repostings, and five 😊, say the hedgehog, who rarely appears but boy is he big and has capital to lend to anybody who will give him what he wants... the field mice, have little-power, their diminutive constituency, not so useful, as they no longer make the female humans, shriek, nah, now they are cute, until they chew the wires in the basement, and hide their tennis socks in spidery corners where they leave them to yellow, corrode, unravel, unfit for human footage anymore; and while these weakfish of the under-deck, their longevity of encroachment must be respected for they have been since time immemorial, which nobody remembers exactly how long that is exactly... called to order, resolution on the floor, who shall lead the charge, plan the plan to drain away the inhuman interference for once and forevermore; but the conventional dialogue interruptus, by an unfamiliar voice: a scouting party sent, like the spies of the Israelites, fails to return, another party formed and returns, with woeful news, of a white van truck,stenciled in black death, The East End Pest Company (Exterminators) has been invited in, and sadly nobody of the animal world has in their possess, a dictionary or vocabulary so large that the word, exterminate, strikes a note of danger! the booing and brawling silenced, the political skullduggery is replaced by the sad quietude, until the insect kingdom returns to reclaim the lands, they were driven from many decades earlier, and they big human eavesdroppers, well, they know that word well and won’t make the same mistake twice! but then from above, between a crack, come a tumbling a business, white, from the deck o the below deck, in hand upon the back write these words: **See ya next week! We leave your property** as clear as our conscience p.s. for security reasons, conventions are held now every four years, the location unrevealed, until, the very last minute

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oscillating between extremes the seesaw tilts, slamming the body into hurtful, no genteel daisy picking, nope, love me, love me not, the mind playing warped ideologies, you, tossed about I want her; all men do; the rapture is coming, her eyes, preach to the converted and the soon-to-be; join her, her semi-colon smile, represents a hell of near-completion! discourse, pleadings, all for naught, she, teacher/grader, A or F, frenzied thrown to the ground, her lips say oops, but we know, a throwing intentional, a mastery of reminder! barbs of batting eyelids, whipping tongue tips reveal daggers, woe is me, whoa I plead, there is no mercies extant, instead, we oscillate up and down, tween extremes, I need her, can’t have her! I hate her! and myself, for myself, I love her so, my hate for her is less than our mutual mocking of me... ———— we oscillate between extremes, at least, we are together...

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Jun 6, 2020

Jun 6, 2020 at 8:24 AM UTC

clear-conscience

oscillating between extremes

oscillating between extremes the seesaw tilts, slamming the body into hurtful, no genteel daisy picking, nope, love me, love me not, the mind playing warped ideologies, you, tossed about I want her; all men do; the rapture is coming, her eyes, preach to the converted and the soon-to-be; join her, her semi-colon smile, represents a hell of near-completion! discourse, pleadings, all for naught, she, teacher/grader, A or F, frenzied thrown to the ground, her lips say oops, but we know, a throwing intentional, a mastery of reminder! barbs of batting eyelids, whipping tongue tips reveal daggers, woe is me, whoa I plead, there is no mercies extant, instead, we oscillate up and down, tween extremes, I need her, can’t have her! I hate her! and myself, for myself, I love her so, my hate for her is less than our mutual mocking of me... ———— we oscillate between extremes, at least, we are together...

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I wonder, I ponder, both Made me want to turn the hands of time Is it just me feeling Sorry for everything, hoping for me to See things again Before I walk forward, little by little, longing for an Ending, a new chapter, a new beginning. It will never be easy Not that I am lone for thou art Gone like the leaves in Autumn. Can't do anything but Hide in the midst of Winter, while waiting for Another chance to fly in Summer leaving the Pain behind, but for now, I will just Pen everything though in dire need Yet coping, enduring, longing, hoping for Spring to come and fill my heart.

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Sep 15, 2018

Sep 15, 2018 at 7:40 AM UTC

autumndaze

Genuineness of the Vertical Line

I wonder, I ponder, both Made me want to turn the hands of time Is it just me feeling Sorry for everything, hoping for me to See things again Before I walk forward, little by little, longing for an Ending, a new chapter, a new beginning. It will never be easy Not that I am lone for thou art Gone like the leaves in Autumn. Can't do anything but Hide in the midst of Winter, while waiting for Another chance to fly in Summer leaving the Pain behind, but for now, I will just Pen everything though in dire need Yet coping, enduring, longing, hoping for Spring to come and fill my heart.

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i want you to know that your grotesque absence here has not broken me

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Aug 1, 2018

Aug 1, 2018 at 1:26 AM UTC

thegreatwarriorpoet

#6

i want you to know that your grotesque absence here has not broken me

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And the clock keeps ticking And the fall keeps pouring Waiting for it to stop Waiting for it to dry And the rose keeps blooming And the bird keeps singing Waiting for it to wilt Waiting for it to die And the tree keeps growing And the man keeps walking Waiting for it to burn Waiting for it to fly

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Jun 9, 2018

Jun 9, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC

CCDoyle

...

And the clock keeps ticking And the fall keeps pouring Waiting for it to stop Waiting for it to dry And the rose keeps blooming And the bird keeps singing Waiting for it to wilt Waiting for it to die And the tree keeps growing And the man keeps walking Waiting for it to burn Waiting for it to fly

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Believe in me As I you Find as our youth Detaches further It hurts I go hard in the club Double whiskey, that's my drink I'll meet you in the bathroom Wash my mouth in a ***** sink Bus home, charging Love's busted energies Where the days old dishes drip with sludge and collect a days old stink Wrap my head for the pain to come Sleep ******* thumb, dreading The numbers will repeat And replete with melancholy Accept the pattern will repeat Believe in me As I you Find as our youth Detaches further It hurts

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Mar 26, 2017

Mar 26, 2017 at 6:39 PM UTC

ZeroNine

Blank White Space: "Slaughter's House"

Believe in me As I you Find as our youth Detaches further It hurts I go hard in the club Double whiskey, that's my drink I'll meet you in the bathroom Wash my mouth in a ***** sink Bus home, charging Love's busted energies Where the days old dishes drip with sludge and collect a days old stink Wrap my head for the pain to come Sleep ******* thumb, dreading The numbers will repeat And replete with melancholy Accept the pattern will repeat Believe in me As I you Find as our youth Detaches further It hurts

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Your eyes are wonderful and your smile is too Your laughs' contagious and your heart is true.

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Feb 6, 2015

Feb 6, 2015 at 5:08 PM UTC