#clark - Hello Poetry

Warping the wretched, weeping, withering, whimpering, winding, ritualistic roots of root-born darkness, moonlight remains an eyesight in a shrouded domain, suckling upon the eyesight of longitudinal lunar forefathers, those who stepped forth upon the clay cataclysm and witnessed the construction of the titanic blocks of proto-concrete which situate themselves within The City of the Singing Flame.

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Mar 23

Mar 23, 2026 at 7:17 AM UTC

Isaace

Moonlight Remains

Warping the wretched, weeping, withering, whimpering, winding, ritualistic roots of root-born darkness, moonlight remains an eyesight in a shrouded domain, suckling upon the eyesight of longitudinal lunar forefathers, those who stepped forth upon the clay cataclysm and witnessed the construction of the titanic blocks of proto-concrete which situate themselves within The City of the Singing Flame.

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Fur of bat toad-like grin eyes of lazy gold green in sin Sitting on the edge of forever croaking sweet lullabies a tendril tongue spanning galaxies devouring worlds like tiny flies A slothful gluttony so boundless a privilege to slip down his amphibian throat let's spend eternity inside him together churning, wailing, floating in the acid moat

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Jan 5, 2021

Jan 5, 2021 at 5:44 PM UTC

coulorfulSmoke

Tsathoggua

Fur of bat toad-like grin eyes of lazy gold green in sin Sitting on the edge of forever croaking sweet lullabies a tendril tongue spanning galaxies devouring worlds like tiny flies A slothful gluttony so boundless a privilege to slip down his amphibian throat let's spend eternity inside him together churning, wailing, floating in the acid moat

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His injured hand bleeds As he became with greed A simple change to him For a large exchange His mind is a stray The greed is at play The money weighs His mind is broken His words are spoken Greed is an omen That I like so very golden

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Nov 15, 2019

Nov 15, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC

Celticknight

Greed Is An Omen

His injured hand bleeds As he became with greed A simple change to him For a large exchange His mind is a stray The greed is at play The money weighs His mind is broken His words are spoken Greed is an omen That I like so very golden

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homage to Wallace Stevens I - My Focus pistoned up the rise and all at once, the Rockies - silhouettes against the western skies. II - On the road to Boulder a pleated ridge crawls north like a blue whale bound for the open sea. III - Appalachia's intoxicating verdure never fails to induce in us a certain mellowing of the spirit. IV - You 'conquered' my North Face, did you? Why, I should skewer your arrogant *** like a holiday lamb culled for the sacrifice. V - Lewis and Clark looked west surveying the Bitterroots' frigid expanse. Farewell Northwest Passage! VI - Pueblos stranded on Enchanted Mesa - their rock stairs crumbled to the valley floor. Should they dive to their death or starve? VII –Touristas at Big Bend Park wonder at its pastel window - its romantic haze a toxic gift from stacks across the Rio Grande. VIII – The once mighty Ozarks humbled by age, dwarfed by the youthful Rockies. Listen up, youngsters, your time will come! IX – We de-bussed to seize the dolomites with our hyper-kinetic shutters. Pausing for a draught of Italian air, I felt the whack of an Alpine snowball. X - Before Oregon's crater had its lake, the mountain scorched the village below. Today its azure waters preach only serenity. XI – Looking down from Shissler peak to the golden meadow below where the elk herd calmly grazes. XII – Do mists veil the Blue Ridge Mountains or are there really no mountains at all - only clouds decked out in mountain attire? XIII – They say that peaks more steep than Everest soar up from the ocean floor. Who will scale their sunken heights? May 28, 2010 – Boulder Colorado

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Mar 19, 2014

Mar 19, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC

robert-c-howard

13 Ways of Looking at the Mountains

homage to Wallace Stevens I - My Focus pistoned up the rise and all at once, the Rockies - silhouettes against the western skies. II - On the road to Boulder a pleated ridge crawls north like a blue whale bound for the open sea. III - Appalachia's intoxicating verdure never fails to induce in us a certain mellowing of the spirit. IV - You 'conquered' my North Face, did you? Why, I should skewer your arrogant *** like a holiday lamb culled for the sacrifice. V - Lewis and Clark looked west surveying the Bitterroots' frigid expanse. Farewell Northwest Passage! VI - Pueblos stranded on Enchanted Mesa - their rock stairs crumbled to the valley floor. Should they dive to their death or starve? VII –Touristas at Big Bend Park wonder at its pastel window - its romantic haze a toxic gift from stacks across the Rio Grande. VIII – The once mighty Ozarks humbled by age, dwarfed by the youthful Rockies. Listen up, youngsters, your time will come! IX – We de-bussed to seize the dolomites with our hyper-kinetic shutters. Pausing for a draught of Italian air, I felt the whack of an Alpine snowball. X - Before Oregon's crater had its lake, the mountain scorched the village below. Today its azure waters preach only serenity. XI – Looking down from Shissler peak to the golden meadow below where the elk herd calmly grazes. XII – Do mists veil the Blue Ridge Mountains or are there really no mountains at all - only clouds decked out in mountain attire? XIII – They say that peaks more steep than Everest soar up from the ocean floor. Who will scale their sunken heights? May 28, 2010 – Boulder Colorado

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Western Sources Mist, rain and snowmelt gather And soak the Montana crests. A trio of rivulets carves the slopes, Grow to rivers that braid into a single course And the Missouri is born at Three Forks. Shoshone and Hidatsu rest from the hunt, Kneel and cup their hands To raise life giving liquid to their lips While horses bow beside them Bellies filled with the refreshing waters. The river flows north dividing the tall grasslands, Plunges over the cataracts at Great Falls, Churns on the rocks below And drives inexorably toward the sea. Mandan and Sioux Soft flute sounds drift from the Mandan village Intertwining with the riffling music of the river. By its banks a coarse French trapper roasts a rabbit To share with his Shoshone child-bride. Sacagawea sings softly beside him - Charboneau's son stirring in her womb. Sioux warriors on horseback Stand guard by the shores. How many travelers have passed? How many are yet to come? Beyond the rolling hills A buffalo stumbles and falls Pierced by Lakota arrows and spears. Boats in the Water At River du Bois where the Missouri Collides with the Mississippi, Forty men slip into boats and take to the oars To interpret Jefferson’s continental dream - Their keelboat laden with sustenance, Herbs, weapons and powder. They carry trinkets to dazzle the natives And cast bronze medals to give them Bearing images of their "Father in Washington" That none had asked to have. May, 2004

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Aug 3, 2013

Aug 3, 2013 at 5:42 AM UTC

robert-c-howard

Missouri Triptych

Western Sources Mist, rain and snowmelt gather And soak the Montana crests. A trio of rivulets carves the slopes, Grow to rivers that braid into a single course And the Missouri is born at Three Forks. Shoshone and Hidatsu rest from the hunt, Kneel and cup their hands To raise life giving liquid to their lips While horses bow beside them Bellies filled with the refreshing waters. The river flows north dividing the tall grasslands, Plunges over the cataracts at Great Falls, Churns on the rocks below And drives inexorably toward the sea. Mandan and Sioux Soft flute sounds drift from the Mandan village Intertwining with the riffling music of the river. By its banks a coarse French trapper roasts a rabbit To share with his Shoshone child-bride. Sacagawea sings softly beside him - Charboneau's son stirring in her womb. Sioux warriors on horseback Stand guard by the shores. How many travelers have passed? How many are yet to come? Beyond the rolling hills A buffalo stumbles and falls Pierced by Lakota arrows and spears. Boats in the Water At River du Bois where the Missouri Collides with the Mississippi, Forty men slip into boats and take to the oars To interpret Jefferson’s continental dream - Their keelboat laden with sustenance, Herbs, weapons and powder. They carry trinkets to dazzle the natives And cast bronze medals to give them Bearing images of their "Father in Washington" That none had asked to have. May, 2004

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Woof, bark His name is Clark He has dark hair And runs like a bear

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Oct 14, 2015

Oct 14, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC