#friendliness - Hello Poetry

For my morning run, it rains again. I run into town every morning anyway. Some day they'll be flooding, I think, when the rain realizes it won't stop my foray. Oddly, no one in this town would blame me then. I think that's what keeps me on my merry way. It's hard to step out of my sunny shell, and let the rain soak my hide. Yet I'll keep smiling when it rains; that means once again I made it outside.

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Dec 9, 2014

Dec 9, 2014 at 8:04 AM UTC

ian-steele

Running in the Rain

For my morning run, it rains again. I run into town every morning anyway. Some day they'll be flooding, I think, when the rain realizes it won't stop my foray. Oddly, no one in this town would blame me then. I think that's what keeps me on my merry way. It's hard to step out of my sunny shell, and let the rain soak my hide. Yet I'll keep smiling when it rains; that means once again I made it outside.

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Xenia stands for Guest and stranger, why did we Separate kindness

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Jul 18, 2018

Jul 18, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC

EvilShredder

Zeus Watches Us

Xenia stands for Guest and stranger, why did we Separate kindness

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Wish upon wish Of a simple day to reserve A stringent care, to enliven a mission To decency's stare, the tone of a voice I share, worth's... Places and names, thought's and conditions Today, I have seen a callous approach Since to fame, and a family of just renditions Of a palpable song, I know by heart and hosts Sanity's feather Loved by loan and lore to signify A rational deed, a promise to air the most, another Call to a beauty's wish, mine to live and begin a worth's sigh? Forces may mix and mingle, even make the time of day A wholesome vestige, sights that calm a reason Of comparison, might over the tale of visions may Being a careful lip, in the world of shared seasons... My nap, my hap Is a legendary conversation with all of a kind Seldom in passion, but given the stand of notoriety, under my cap Heed is a longing taken to understate the silence, I mind Awakening, I see the seasons become like fruit Tentative to the distance, and the mayhem of need Spare and special, the liberty of clashes, to know a decision to suit Wishes are like these, a character of privilege with how to lead... An angel's wish for better possibility's... A care of work's in loves embrace, as if a can't of sincerity is hope A legend of solace that has the causes of youth, for a wield of civility And the futures presence of mind, that will with the ought I chose Patience And the entourage of absolution I will know, is mine Ends of worth set to winds of change, and the new fate of reliance Which with sense as our guide, has asked, is when to become ours for time?

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Aug 8, 2023

Aug 8, 2023 at 12:14 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Noticing Special Amidst Curious Few, Altogether

Wish upon wish Of a simple day to reserve A stringent care, to enliven a mission To decency's stare, the tone of a voice I share, worth's... Places and names, thought's and conditions Today, I have seen a callous approach Since to fame, and a family of just renditions Of a palpable song, I know by heart and hosts Sanity's feather Loved by loan and lore to signify A rational deed, a promise to air the most, another Call to a beauty's wish, mine to live and begin a worth's sigh? Forces may mix and mingle, even make the time of day A wholesome vestige, sights that calm a reason Of comparison, might over the tale of visions may Being a careful lip, in the world of shared seasons... My nap, my hap Is a legendary conversation with all of a kind Seldom in passion, but given the stand of notoriety, under my cap Heed is a longing taken to understate the silence, I mind Awakening, I see the seasons become like fruit Tentative to the distance, and the mayhem of need Spare and special, the liberty of clashes, to know a decision to suit Wishes are like these, a character of privilege with how to lead... An angel's wish for better possibility's... A care of work's in loves embrace, as if a can't of sincerity is hope A legend of solace that has the causes of youth, for a wield of civility And the futures presence of mind, that will with the ought I chose Patience And the entourage of absolution I will know, is mine Ends of worth set to winds of change, and the new fate of reliance Which with sense as our guide, has asked, is when to become ours for time?

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Watch a bar of soap, marvel? Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap... But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker... ***** with a racier past, friend? Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek... Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's? Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...? Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall... Here of love, to make many more than meant In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat? Talc, and each... Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness... At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach... For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless... That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings? To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...

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Dec 2, 2024

Dec 2, 2024 at 8:04 PM UTC

david-hilburn

When Is A Joke Best Served Hot?

Watch a bar of soap, marvel? Until kingdom come, and it's still just soap... But, with a bit of waiting for better, water is such a heathen soul Exact a drop, with a party at hand, and you to will play life's joker... ***** with a racier past, friend? Silence come of age, with a rosy cheek... Is chastity's sore head, mine, or a change of kindred's? Into a good friend, with another bottle, cheap...? Pasts of choice, between you and irony's wall... Here of love, to make many more than meant In a secret rendezvous' hall, where even the truth has found a friendship, little And wanting that show to become a sincerity; can we talk and eat? Talc, and each... Drunk as I am, am's godliness predilects cleanliness... At a sour moment with a spare don't it, in a haven't oft reach... For a stirring same, I wish to see you turn stones into a God bless... That was it, a whole realm of courtesy, come and gone with favor And a new means to a worthier end, a wish to add silent beginnings? To court a new time of sense and share; to these we know us, living's query Come with the world's answer, I have met it; soap with it's own questions...

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Add a gall, forth with a ghost We dream a poetry in motion Callous old candy, we favor for notice... A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion? Odd, the taste in popularity here... Awake and see the form of our destruction Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition... Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell... Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...? Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth? Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze... Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served... And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...

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Jan 8, 2025

Jan 8, 2025 at 1:54 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Letting An Angel Out Of The Closet, With Death's Haunt

Add a gall, forth with a ghost We dream a poetry in motion Callous old candy, we favor for notice... A place for spooks and terror, that has shared devotion? Odd, the taste in popularity here... Awake and see the form of our destruction Sated forces that claim, the tow of a worldly fear Silly old love, with a simpler friendship for you, a behavior and an intuition... Creations of sin, in the mind's eye, a curiosity to foretell Ancient we are, the prayers and decency of liberality, foresworn With the lips of reality, to these we remember a wishy-washy hell... Days have ended, with a voice to revile; we promise to dusk's forces...? Tale of the dread, in the echo of a beautiful misery Whether you are, or am I the passion of a better youth? Coming of age, with the spare dream of a knowing, history That turns out to be a campy nightmare, with a moment to rueth The movie ends, with a phantom sneeze... Coming from nowhere, and with a sensitive cloth We see the role of sincerity reversed, a delicate lead To a wishes house, where a mercy is the new future of wrath Justice for quiet, the almost of silence served... And broken with the shall we made, for a unique and tender Friendship, of waiting and meaning the world, for a love to work Like a running fool, in love with tomorrow, we see a prayer we lent to life for might's render...

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