#mores - Hello Poetry

Wages of sin? Silence is my fantasy A rages rainbow, to thence A place for liberty, a peace for many... ****** mores The pleasing said The pleasant at form Pious to a fault, I lead: A promise of heaven Through the eyes of hell Clever as sake, I imagine an earthen Smile, worth a quiet stare, a swallow's bell... Awe and savior faire... Lucre in a finer love The opus we devote, is your stare And if I am not mistaken, a misery's us... The might of a they When suppose, is superiority Am I a world, for a simple may? Come for themselves, is our liberty a wiser curiosity?

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Aug 1, 2025

Aug 1, 2025 at 5:22 PM UTC

david-hilburn

Can't A They, Think **** Loud; Candor?

Wages of sin? Silence is my fantasy A rages rainbow, to thence A place for liberty, a peace for many... ****** mores The pleasing said The pleasant at form Pious to a fault, I lead: A promise of heaven Through the eyes of hell Clever as sake, I imagine an earthen Smile, worth a quiet stare, a swallow's bell... Awe and savior faire... Lucre in a finer love The opus we devote, is your stare And if I am not mistaken, a misery's us... The might of a they When suppose, is superiority Am I a world, for a simple may? Come for themselves, is our liberty a wiser curiosity?

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"Our people don't build fences" and so I didn't learn boundaries "Our women don't talk like that" and so I didn't speak up "Our children are always nice" and so I didn't learn where it was healthy to store my rage "Our family doesn't do things like that" and so I didn't have the courage to try at times "Our roots are here" and so I didn't leave with confidence But.... I built boundaries and so I healed I spoke up and so I healed I raged and so I healed I tried and so I healed I left and so I healed

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Dec 14, 2020

Dec 14, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC

thekristinwest

Our People Don't...

"Our people don't build fences" and so I didn't learn boundaries "Our women don't talk like that" and so I didn't speak up "Our children are always nice" and so I didn't learn where it was healthy to store my rage "Our family doesn't do things like that" and so I didn't have the courage to try at times "Our roots are here" and so I didn't leave with confidence But.... I built boundaries and so I healed I spoke up and so I healed I raged and so I healed I tried and so I healed I left and so I healed

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I must have been raised wrong, I believe in being generous. I think people should be loved; That meanness can be onerous. I have seen what evil does And I want no more of that. I don’t think that selfishness Will really feed the captain’s cat. I have watched back biters And gossips and thieves Bring themselves all unawares To the point where everyone grieves. I have witnessed liars who get Tripped up on their own tales; Regular folks and politicians Get the air taken from their sails. I know well that our elderly Have already done their job So it’s fine with me if they just Sit around and act like slobs. They took care of us when we Were the indolent folks kids are So, they are entitled to rest, More than we are, by far. I was raised to let people be If they had some philosophy That did not match mine Or even the vast majority. Someone thinks a different way That’s fine if it hurts no one. Not everybody thinks the same Carnival rides are that much fun. I saw for myself that people Were individual in so many ways. Different in how they dressed And what they had to say. Some liked sports TV And many preferred the soaps. All of that is fine with me So, why call each other dopes? Is there something wrong with me That I don’t go along with the crowd? That I don’t enjoy the fights, The sports fans shouting out loud? Am I silly for not slowing down When I pass a wreck on the highway? Well, if I am, then that is fine. I will go on doing things my way.

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Feb 7, 2017

Feb 7, 2017 at 3:21 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

I MUST HAVE BEEN RAISED WRONG

I must have been raised wrong, I believe in being generous. I think people should be loved; That meanness can be onerous. I have seen what evil does And I want no more of that. I don’t think that selfishness Will really feed the captain’s cat. I have watched back biters And gossips and thieves Bring themselves all unawares To the point where everyone grieves. I have witnessed liars who get Tripped up on their own tales; Regular folks and politicians Get the air taken from their sails. I know well that our elderly Have already done their job So it’s fine with me if they just Sit around and act like slobs. They took care of us when we Were the indolent folks kids are So, they are entitled to rest, More than we are, by far. I was raised to let people be If they had some philosophy That did not match mine Or even the vast majority. Someone thinks a different way That’s fine if it hurts no one. Not everybody thinks the same Carnival rides are that much fun. I saw for myself that people Were individual in so many ways. Different in how they dressed And what they had to say. Some liked sports TV And many preferred the soaps. All of that is fine with me So, why call each other dopes? Is there something wrong with me That I don’t go along with the crowd? That I don’t enjoy the fights, The sports fans shouting out loud? Am I silly for not slowing down When I pass a wreck on the highway? Well, if I am, then that is fine. I will go on doing things my way.

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I dreamed I was at work And everyone was naked but me. A bunch of naked co-workers As far as my eyes could see. They were pointing at me laughing The moment I walked through the door. They behaved as they didn’t Know was clothing was for. Pointed at my chest area Right were my ******* would be And at my crotch as well And asked me “How do you *** All of that material there. It really must get in your way. So, what’s the big idea Why did you come to work that way?” I mumbled and I stumbled And bumbled my way to reply. I told them I really didn’t quite Understand all of why They were all naked here, and I was wearing a lot of clothes. I finally told them all that Sometimes this is how it goes. They started laughing again And one girl tried to make amends. She said the pants I had on Gave me a very cute rear end. My face turned red, I said thanks. And some said I was blushing. I headed back to my desk, trying Not to look like I was rushing. I woke up still kind of giggling And yet had a feeling of unease. I remembered the embarrassment Feeling being dressed was a disease. Usually it’s the reverse, of course. I am the one walking around bare. But something in this dream that night Helped me see some of the meaning there.

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Dec 12, 2015

Dec 12, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC

brent-kincaid

FLIP SIDE OF ******

I dreamed I was at work And everyone was naked but me. A bunch of naked co-workers As far as my eyes could see. They were pointing at me laughing The moment I walked through the door. They behaved as they didn’t Know was clothing was for. Pointed at my chest area Right were my ******* would be And at my crotch as well And asked me “How do you *** All of that material there. It really must get in your way. So, what’s the big idea Why did you come to work that way?” I mumbled and I stumbled And bumbled my way to reply. I told them I really didn’t quite Understand all of why They were all naked here, and I was wearing a lot of clothes. I finally told them all that Sometimes this is how it goes. They started laughing again And one girl tried to make amends. She said the pants I had on Gave me a very cute rear end. My face turned red, I said thanks. And some said I was blushing. I headed back to my desk, trying Not to look like I was rushing. I woke up still kind of giggling And yet had a feeling of unease. I remembered the embarrassment Feeling being dressed was a disease. Usually it’s the reverse, of course. I am the one walking around bare. But something in this dream that night Helped me see some of the meaning there.

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All through the night Heartburn kept him sitting up Stubbornly refusing To read the signs: Indigestion... Heart attack... Hiatal hernia.... Indigestion... Hernia... Heart attack... Heart attack.. Heart attack. By five, he agreed...told Mom Baking soda wouldn't work. His son came in from checking calves, Worrying over the kitchen light, Surprised to see his dad Still sitting on the couch. At, "I guess we could go to town," Son and wife moved into action. "I need some help to dress," he said. His helplessness filled them with dread. First, some socks, but wait.... The nails were long, unkempt. "I haven't been able to bend that far," My brother took Dad's feet in hand, Cut the nails, Wondering how he'd failed To see how fragile, pale, old This man we loved and feared Had somehow suddenly become. There probably wasn't time To trim Dad's nails, What with the heart attack, And all. But one should never head to town unkempt... An old familial rule... And one should cut one's own nails...don't even ask... Another family rule.... And last... Father has the last word... The rule that kept him home all night, Instead of calling 911.

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Jun 21, 2014

Jun 21, 2014 at 11:11 AM UTC

don-bouchard

Nails

All through the night Heartburn kept him sitting up Stubbornly refusing To read the signs: Indigestion... Heart attack... Hiatal hernia.... Indigestion... Hernia... Heart attack... Heart attack.. Heart attack. By five, he agreed...told Mom Baking soda wouldn't work. His son came in from checking calves, Worrying over the kitchen light, Surprised to see his dad Still sitting on the couch. At, "I guess we could go to town," Son and wife moved into action. "I need some help to dress," he said. His helplessness filled them with dread. First, some socks, but wait.... The nails were long, unkempt. "I haven't been able to bend that far," My brother took Dad's feet in hand, Cut the nails, Wondering how he'd failed To see how fragile, pale, old This man we loved and feared Had somehow suddenly become. There probably wasn't time To trim Dad's nails, What with the heart attack, And all. But one should never head to town unkempt... An old familial rule... And one should cut one's own nails...don't even ask... Another family rule.... And last... Father has the last word... The rule that kept him home all night, Instead of calling 911.

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