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Heart open, trusting, Fagin's shadows play their game, Deception's cruel dance. .
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Aug 17, 2025
Aug 17, 2025 at 12:22 AM UTC
gullible heart
Is remorse a prison to the soul the sole utterance of reproach that if not to myself be True the possible best in life accrue what if regret creeps on the morning a thief stalking the shadow of dawn (re)fresh from bare motive drawing crystal arteries of a day that is new or shall we allow the mind meander let it's "work" find itself crowning there in its core uncover simplicity strip away a mournful state of heart ?
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Nov 22, 2022
Nov 22, 2022 at 8:56 PM UTC
unshackled
. revolutions of the second hand innumerable to the watchful eye has not comforted this bruising nor can this heart run far enough away from the pulsing gangrene when off the darkest mile it tread in the cooling of a fading day that gentle crushing fixed completely drowning in despondent smiles wafting wavelets forlorn, wailing, whispering affections now silent wanting a happier, more innocent time .
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Jul 1, 2022
Jul 1, 2022 at 8:24 AM UTC
waiting, wanting, watching
. In this lifetime of striving childhood's tentative bumbling, youth's arrogant impertinence, middle-aged regimented conceit, in old age, encrusted intolerance; when will we likely ever win? .
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Jun 29, 2022
Jun 29, 2022 at 10:11 PM UTC
age appropriate challenges
filled with melancholy mood lit by lampshade names and faces dissipate weathered post it sticks if only the memory did
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Jun 24, 2022
Jun 24, 2022 at 7:34 AM UTC
reminder
some time, somewhere out there someone had said that one part of poetry is a reservoir that holds all the sadness of this world What then does this say of a poet? it is not seen how that portion poets bear bare on virginal leaves all their flight and fears are tears morphed in pressed ink
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Jun 12, 2022
Jun 12, 2022 at 11:29 PM UTC
a poet's tears
as soon as it's spoken as soon as it's heard words e v a p o r a t e words depreciate so we try to keep them frozen and chisel them onto poems with a hope, come melt-time a fossilised facsimile resides
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Jun 9, 2022
Jun 9, 2022 at 1:07 AM UTC
gems inside
When your winter breaks into spring think of new and wonderful things while autumn creeps passed your window break this winter free of sorrow wait upon seasons - wait on life live each day loving - escaping weave each day's new strands - engaging one day looking back - mem'ries rife.
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Jun 5, 2022
Jun 5, 2022 at 5:08 AM UTC
spring unfurling
*his tears used to wake him from an unduly prolonged delay her smiles used to hurt him for their beauty his heart, dismay: their love had locked them up and threw away the only key and mile upon mile of wishful thinking pushed them further away, though free he looked into a well-used mirror to find the devil he danced with was himself and the fireflies that once lit their canopy have also lost their former glee*
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Oct 7, 2015
Oct 7, 2015 at 10:19 AM UTC
night walk | epiphany
*resuscitate an ailing soul bereft of starlight's superb glimmer and woollen warmth.   Mayhap, stellate glow in the stillness of tranquil flight, their counsel, console. Humbly, we plea-- hymn of the night, come and tarry awhile.* _ __ ___ ✏ ○● °
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Oct 9, 2015
Oct 9, 2015 at 1:20 AM UTC
stellate shimmer
Were it not for one to play buffoon or to say of none we're way too soon involved in peddling mass hysteria when it's been held in each posterior consciousness - makers of peace are blessed. So ever to be near or far we at our disposal have in hand a power to write upon our sand.
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Jun 2, 2022
Jun 2, 2022 at 7:57 PM UTC
to write on sand
*Once prismatic brilliance; brilliant only through borrowed light; alone again in darkness, glum; gleams, instant companion of night -- blind to grief and deaf to joy, save by pristine thought, on lonely height: a lone, canine howl reports and echoes, as nocturnal critters hide, out of sight.* _______✒ ●○ °
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Oct 6, 2015
Oct 6, 2015 at 9:23 AM UTC
what breaks a silence
It might the flying Dutchman be Or the fame of those fishermen three How it, planks of our own fashioning, walk we!
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May 24, 2022
May 24, 2022 at 8:12 AM UTC
captain, my captain
Child of the outside on the inside one foot out one foot in never belonging never apart Child of the inside on the outside one foot in one foot out never apart never belonging Child of both sides on neither side both feet out both feet in never apart never a part Heart & soul divided Mind & hands confused Ears & nose demanding Eyes & tongue confiding Child of both Child of none ______________________________ an older piece retrieved from the 'attic' '
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May 20, 2022
May 20, 2022 at 1:11 AM UTC
Child
With disdain they looked upon one Billy McGee a boy that promised never to be; a rep that’s scarred and scratched, for sure his name’s mismatched as darker skin ya’ever did see on blackish hair with reddish flecks of Billy McGee. A red haired aboriginal boy matches were only a toy and he was caught red handed and always branded the troublesome fire starter. Poor boy had no farda he was stolen in a generation; trouble, his one destination for any of his wild-sown seed. Never had a chance, Billy McGee.
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May 15, 2022
May 15, 2022 at 7:55 AM UTC
Ballad of Billy McGee
Belatedly, towing a rust-worn Saab, where many dreams and adventures are wrenched from a youngster's brooding petulance ... Gravel crunches under a pair of balding tires guttural screaming to a downbeat of debt spewing silently from a tattered billfold. What a present: timely to an empty fridge, in the hallway, a growing pile of washing impatiently reeking of malodorous intent.
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May 10, 2022
May 10, 2022 at 8:12 AM UTC
innit your day?
quarter turn of a century can't relieve this quandary; what run across our puerile minds, raising up these woollen blinds? perhaps another season; two to find for us a useful clue we stand upon a smouldered wreck in this our unenviable trek from these ashes phoenixes arise
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Apr 22, 2022
Apr 22, 2022 at 1:23 AM UTC
online poetry
Picking up the internal slack and bring about an inward tension that emboldens for one to face the day and the prospects of oncoming ones. Where wet cheeks, are visible cues of flipping calendars, leaf upon leaf: existing surrenders and like a sparkled after-rain, brings a moist crystality that fills in the cracks and mends the broken places.
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Apr 20, 2022
Apr 20, 2022 at 12:14 AM UTC
tears you could have cried
Loving the unlovable Has fashioned this tremulous Unevenly layered perturbance
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Mar 27, 2015
Mar 27, 2015 at 3:13 PM UTC
patience (10w)