#perils - Hello Poetry

His hearing loss is going fast Speeding past his aching heart There's no foot on the brake Just inches of peril And how he wishes there was a pearl One, one with life Not one that now opens to a calamity As old age creeps Wrinkles and gray Are part of the bay As the sun weeps on the horizon But his ears And maybe his mind Are a different story He sees an impending sunset Where the bay meets the sand Where the pearls bask in the sun There's still a splash A tongue roars somewhere He guesses He sees the crescendo A beauty, blues merging with white Ripples and small waves everywhere Seabirds might be squalling in the sky He hears nothing He feels a tap on his shoulder His imagination It's the whisper of the wind For a moment he's at lost Perils The ones in the bay The purples, whites, and golds mutating, too Logan Robertson 2/15/2019

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Feb 14, 2019

Feb 14, 2019 at 11:43 PM UTC

logan-robertson

The Old Man Faces The Horizon

His hearing loss is going fast Speeding past his aching heart There's no foot on the brake Just inches of peril And how he wishes there was a pearl One, one with life Not one that now opens to a calamity As old age creeps Wrinkles and gray Are part of the bay As the sun weeps on the horizon But his ears And maybe his mind Are a different story He sees an impending sunset Where the bay meets the sand Where the pearls bask in the sun There's still a splash A tongue roars somewhere He guesses He sees the crescendo A beauty, blues merging with white Ripples and small waves everywhere Seabirds might be squalling in the sky He hears nothing He feels a tap on his shoulder His imagination It's the whisper of the wind For a moment he's at lost Perils The ones in the bay The purples, whites, and golds mutating, too Logan Robertson 2/15/2019

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We cover the bed With our bodies so naturally In this space & time, I'm not ready For the last night together She's going to fly away And my love won't inflame The golden glow in her name A bleak haze over the horizon I'm cold in the bed, tremulous My eyes dart out to grasp A non-existing future in the dark Even the moon is laughing She's lying perfectly still In the crumpled blanket My pearl in the oyster Protected and at peace She knows the perils of closeness When living far apart She knows how fate twists and turns The moon and the sea My mind is ruthlessly- Dangerously on the verge Of breaking down itself And blowing apart all the pieces I struggle to lie quietly I don't want her to wake up But I can't control the painful spasms A fish endures when water runs out Suddenly with the calm of a river She covers my eyes With her palm stretched out She's putting me back to sleep I feel her pulse soft and warm Through her long delicate fingers Lightly touching my eyes where Dreams and nightmares begin to weep This life I call mine A castle she built with her cards When I had thrown away mine Without any hope of luck With a soft lullaby She's comforting my soul Which will not remain whole For so long anymore She must go chase her dreams And I don't want to stop her All I want to do now Is to die.

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Mar 30, 2018

Mar 30, 2018 at 8:50 AM UTC

yogi

for the last night together

We cover the bed With our bodies so naturally In this space & time, I'm not ready For the last night together She's going to fly away And my love won't inflame The golden glow in her name A bleak haze over the horizon I'm cold in the bed, tremulous My eyes dart out to grasp A non-existing future in the dark Even the moon is laughing She's lying perfectly still In the crumpled blanket My pearl in the oyster Protected and at peace She knows the perils of closeness When living far apart She knows how fate twists and turns The moon and the sea My mind is ruthlessly- Dangerously on the verge Of breaking down itself And blowing apart all the pieces I struggle to lie quietly I don't want her to wake up But I can't control the painful spasms A fish endures when water runs out Suddenly with the calm of a river She covers my eyes With her palm stretched out She's putting me back to sleep I feel her pulse soft and warm Through her long delicate fingers Lightly touching my eyes where Dreams and nightmares begin to weep This life I call mine A castle she built with her cards When I had thrown away mine Without any hope of luck With a soft lullaby She's comforting my soul Which will not remain whole For so long anymore She must go chase her dreams And I don't want to stop her All I want to do now Is to die.

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Awesome feeling , witnessing God's power , your own fear , knowing no one can save you . You're really all alone , but one must keep tracking on .

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May 20, 2016

May 20, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC

South-by-Southwest

Life's Stormy Seas

Awesome feeling , witnessing God's power , your own fear , knowing no one can save you . You're really all alone , but one must keep tracking on .

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The carousel so pretty I thought to take a ride. The animals so shiny I look so good astride. The wind blew my hair I laughed with childish joy. A universal playground For every girl and boy. But pretty things can dull And toys can break apart. Not everything is wonderful That pulls up on our heart. Sometimes someone falls Right off their chosen seat. And sometimes someone Doesn’t quite land on their feet. The merry go round Keeps going around Even when the music Is a sad, pathetic sound. Children have a sense That a toy is always fine. They might see it when Fate crosses the line. Often nobody catches The rider when he falls. Nobody hears the cry When the rider might call. So, it’s all about fun, then And laughing out loud. Riding circles in the sun And waving to the crowd. But life can change quickly Or so slowly it is unseen. The joyful noises of life can Become something obscene. Careful on a merry go round Don’t turn your head and cough. It’s a moving proposition And you might fall off.

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Mar 11, 2016

Mar 11, 2016 at 4:50 PM UTC

brent-kincaid

COLLAPSING CALLIOPE

The carousel so pretty I thought to take a ride. The animals so shiny I look so good astride. The wind blew my hair I laughed with childish joy. A universal playground For every girl and boy. But pretty things can dull And toys can break apart. Not everything is wonderful That pulls up on our heart. Sometimes someone falls Right off their chosen seat. And sometimes someone Doesn’t quite land on their feet. The merry go round Keeps going around Even when the music Is a sad, pathetic sound. Children have a sense That a toy is always fine. They might see it when Fate crosses the line. Often nobody catches The rider when he falls. Nobody hears the cry When the rider might call. So, it’s all about fun, then And laughing out loud. Riding circles in the sun And waving to the crowd. But life can change quickly Or so slowly it is unseen. The joyful noises of life can Become something obscene. Careful on a merry go round Don’t turn your head and cough. It’s a moving proposition And you might fall off.

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through earth and fire, through water and trees, No perils shall beckon me to my knees, I seek joy I seek happy I seek light, I seek nothing less than what is infinite, and yet without hands I cant grasp it, and without feet I cant stand still.

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Apr 21, 2015

Apr 21, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC

benjamin-novak

Zombie

through earth and fire, through water and trees, No perils shall beckon me to my knees, I seek joy I seek happy I seek light, I seek nothing less than what is infinite, and yet without hands I cant grasp it, and without feet I cant stand still.

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