#recompense - Hello Poetry

Can you call? When voices are lost, And nothing but silence echoes Truly, it is too much- To love with your all, it takes a cost At the expense of yourself, you let go Rear cheek, And rob the moment of any frost, Recompense, in word and not wound What a world it could be, If we weren't so self consumed.

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Dec 20, 2023

Dec 20, 2023 at 12:37 AM UTC

manx-kronos-pragna

Globally

Can you call? When voices are lost, And nothing but silence echoes Truly, it is too much- To love with your all, it takes a cost At the expense of yourself, you let go Rear cheek, And rob the moment of any frost, Recompense, in word and not wound What a world it could be, If we weren't so self consumed.

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Love is but a game of false dice, sweet lies and oaths to tame pretty rebels for astute, overmastering gentlemen - harsh, dishonest and less in love, who loan affection with interest and measure passion like coin recompense. CH#64 - astute

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Dec 31, 2021

Dec 31, 2021 at 6:33 AM UTC

anaisvionet

but a game

Love is but a game of false dice, sweet lies and oaths to tame pretty rebels for astute, overmastering gentlemen - harsh, dishonest and less in love, who loan affection with interest and measure passion like coin recompense. CH#64 - astute

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# *Parading through these beautiful Hills.. --You, and your entourage of a mixture of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes.. and also of men.. whose tattered boots you are unworthy, of even tying.. Traipsing across the Badlands-- your long red hair, flowing.. giving off a stance, (as if).. --You, and your entourage of a mixture of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes.. and also of men.. in tattered boots that you are unworthy, of even tying.. Raining down havoc, on the Beautiful People simply for their having within them ;; Faith: In the Great Father.. and Substance of Spirit; Neither of which your cowardly Egostroke will ever garner, or ascertain.. But oh, you could steal.. And pilfer.. And destroy. You will pay, oh General Bastard-boy Your long, curly locks.. will take on a whole new color, red There will be a gathering.. A showdown.. A Holy Reckoning-- In that Montana field, between the Hills Along the Little Bighorn.. The River of all Beaten-Down one's, dreams* #

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Oct 28, 2021

Oct 28, 2021 at 7:51 PM UTC

f-elliott

Buffalo hunter

# *Parading through these beautiful Hills.. --You, and your entourage of a mixture of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes.. and also of men.. whose tattered boots you are unworthy, of even tying.. Traipsing across the Badlands-- your long red hair, flowing.. giving off a stance, (as if).. --You, and your entourage of a mixture of dog-like, well trained, egostrokes.. and also of men.. in tattered boots that you are unworthy, of even tying.. Raining down havoc, on the Beautiful People simply for their having within them ;; Faith: In the Great Father.. and Substance of Spirit; Neither of which your cowardly Egostroke will ever garner, or ascertain.. But oh, you could steal.. And pilfer.. And destroy. You will pay, oh General Bastard-boy Your long, curly locks.. will take on a whole new color, red There will be a gathering.. A showdown.. A Holy Reckoning-- In that Montana field, between the Hills Along the Little Bighorn.. The River of all Beaten-Down one's, dreams* #

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In my mind I have a hive where a million bees live and thrive. The killer bees have left, they've gone I have no need, what's done is done. The honey bees, that now I keep so sickly sweet, they let me sleep. The bees and I now live as one, they'll follow me when I am gone. Each one of them and from above a little sting, from me with love. So sickly sweet into your mind, memories of me are all you'll find. So every day that you live on, equal days that I am gone. See, suddenly it all made sense, A life of pain, your recompense. Poetry by Kaydee

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Mar 14, 2019

Mar 14, 2019 at 11:17 AM UTC

SazKells

Honey Bees

In my mind I have a hive where a million bees live and thrive. The killer bees have left, they've gone I have no need, what's done is done. The honey bees, that now I keep so sickly sweet, they let me sleep. The bees and I now live as one, they'll follow me when I am gone. Each one of them and from above a little sting, from me with love. So sickly sweet into your mind, memories of me are all you'll find. So every day that you live on, equal days that I am gone. See, suddenly it all made sense, A life of pain, your recompense. Poetry by Kaydee

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Someone call the Doctor, because something’s amiss. The darkness descended, and there’s just the abyss. Tell him, that maybe, a paradox formed. That up, is now right, and that demons have swarmed. Tell him, please tell him, that we need the blue box. We need his courage, to turn back the clock. I know the moment, the exact time it went wrong, but I can’t do it alone, I’ve done that too long. If we just had the Doctor, we could set things to right. We could change that moment, and bring back the light. I know he’s not coming, and that he’s not real. It’s just wishful writing, to push back my fears. A hero, a savior, someone who knows all. Someone who isn’t me, that could stop the slow fall. A blue box, a Doctor, a moment in time. A villain, so empty, writing silly rhymes. A paradox, truly, that doesn’t make sense. Can a villain turn hero, if he shows recompense? I guess we shall see, but I won’t hold my breath. I’ll wait for the Doctor, or I’ll just wait for Death.

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Aug 25, 2018

Aug 25, 2018 at 3:42 PM UTC

Jacktorrance

Someone call the Doctor

Someone call the Doctor, because something’s amiss. The darkness descended, and there’s just the abyss. Tell him, that maybe, a paradox formed. That up, is now right, and that demons have swarmed. Tell him, please tell him, that we need the blue box. We need his courage, to turn back the clock. I know the moment, the exact time it went wrong, but I can’t do it alone, I’ve done that too long. If we just had the Doctor, we could set things to right. We could change that moment, and bring back the light. I know he’s not coming, and that he’s not real. It’s just wishful writing, to push back my fears. A hero, a savior, someone who knows all. Someone who isn’t me, that could stop the slow fall. A blue box, a Doctor, a moment in time. A villain, so empty, writing silly rhymes. A paradox, truly, that doesn’t make sense. Can a villain turn hero, if he shows recompense? I guess we shall see, but I won’t hold my breath. I’ll wait for the Doctor, or I’ll just wait for Death.

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Blank Dark Path Silence Where am I? What is this box? It’s black Black as pitch Yet with a mounting sense of dread I can tell its true color is red Red like Him Help me Somebody help me Please Yesterday you took the morsel not for you Only now do you see your mistake Underneath lies years to recall your fears Blank Dark Path Can I be forgiven? When by sin I am smitten? The Red Man On his Red Throne Laughs and scoffs Taking no pity for me in this box Listen close, my son, and know Indeed there is one true way home Take the sins left in your wake Take the faults you try to forsake Lift them high above your head Enable your soul to no longer be dead Blank Dark What’s that sound? The box is closing in The Red Man’s wicked grin Frightens me to know This box is mine and mine alone Flee this place and never look back Only a deep few have realized their lack On this my voice you’ll be free of this place Learn your lesson or stay in Red Space Blank The Red Man’s vile smile His face inches above mine In this box I can’t move I can’t cry But I do Silence The silence is broken By my woeful wails Forgive me, my family I deserve this Red Jail Path I can see it The path’s been made clear The Red Man has lost I’ve beat him this year Dark The box shines The Red throne turns to glass The darkness is gone The Red Man is last Blank Blank Blink… … I’m free The box is no more The Red Man unseen On this luminous path I travel along There’s room for me now So I travel in song

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Jun 23, 2018

Jun 23, 2018 at 9:55 AM UTC

fennecampersand

Vacancy Part II: A Poetic Narrative

Blank Dark Path Silence Where am I? What is this box? It’s black Black as pitch Yet with a mounting sense of dread I can tell its true color is red Red like Him Help me Somebody help me Please Yesterday you took the morsel not for you Only now do you see your mistake Underneath lies years to recall your fears Blank Dark Path Can I be forgiven? When by sin I am smitten? The Red Man On his Red Throne Laughs and scoffs Taking no pity for me in this box Listen close, my son, and know Indeed there is one true way home Take the sins left in your wake Take the faults you try to forsake Lift them high above your head Enable your soul to no longer be dead Blank Dark What’s that sound? The box is closing in The Red Man’s wicked grin Frightens me to know This box is mine and mine alone Flee this place and never look back Only a deep few have realized their lack On this my voice you’ll be free of this place Learn your lesson or stay in Red Space Blank The Red Man’s vile smile His face inches above mine In this box I can’t move I can’t cry But I do Silence The silence is broken By my woeful wails Forgive me, my family I deserve this Red Jail Path I can see it The path’s been made clear The Red Man has lost I’ve beat him this year Dark The box shines The Red throne turns to glass The darkness is gone The Red Man is last Blank Blank Blink… … I’m free The box is no more The Red Man unseen On this luminous path I travel along There’s room for me now So I travel in song

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Ding **** I’m home! Let me in! Out here, it’s cold as sin. I’ve missed all of you. Hello? I see you... You can’t hide through! Ding **** Ding **** It’s cold out here... Clouds come from my mouth. I’m sorry I’ve been away. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** This isn’t funny anymore! This game has quickly turned to bore! This is my home for goodness sake! I see you all in there! Why can’t you... Can’t you... You can’t. You can’t see me. You can’t hear me. You forgot me. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! I’ll help you remember me! We’ll be reunited family! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Wait… Oh no… It’s him! He’s found me again! Behind the rock! Behind the tree! The Red Man still follows me! He’s staring at me! You can’t let him take me! I lament for all the wrongs I’ve wrought. I repent for the false treasures I’ve sought. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Let me in! Save me from HIM! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** This house is so pristine. So perfect clean white. And I the lone smudge as the first Sign of blight. But if you’d open the door... Just open the door. Save me before he comes! I can be clean! I’ve been gone Too long... Oh no he’s coming! And I can’t keep running, Running from red. Don’t leave me to waste. Please open, Make haste! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING – … .. . gone

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Jun 11, 2018

Jun 11, 2018 at 1:57 AM UTC

fennecampersand

Vacancy, A Poetic Narrative

Ding **** I’m home! Let me in! Out here, it’s cold as sin. I’ve missed all of you. Hello? I see you... You can’t hide through! Ding **** Ding **** It’s cold out here... Clouds come from my mouth. I’m sorry I’ve been away. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** This isn’t funny anymore! This game has quickly turned to bore! This is my home for goodness sake! I see you all in there! Why can’t you... Can’t you... You can’t. You can’t see me. You can’t hear me. You forgot me. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! I’ll help you remember me! We’ll be reunited family! Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Ding **** Wait… Oh no… It’s him! He’s found me again! Behind the rock! Behind the tree! The Red Man still follows me! He’s staring at me! You can’t let him take me! I lament for all the wrongs I’ve wrought. I repent for the false treasures I’ve sought. I’ve been gone So long... But I’m back now! Let me in! Save me from HIM! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** This house is so pristine. So perfect clean white. And I the lone smudge as the first Sign of blight. But if you’d open the door... Just open the door. Save me before he comes! I can be clean! I’ve been gone Too long... Oh no he’s coming! And I can’t keep running, Running from red. Don’t leave me to waste. Please open, Make haste! DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING **** DING – … .. . gone

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When worldly human justice falls short or doesn’t prevail Divine justice will eventually step in and recompense entail. _________________

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Mar 3, 2017

Mar 3, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC

George-Krokos

Simple Observation #260 - When worldly human justice .....

When worldly human justice falls short or doesn’t prevail Divine justice will eventually step in and recompense entail. _________________

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Death hath no fear that we should know As we take our beds each night, Yet without the slightest thought or recompense Do we rise to see the light. Amen

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May 8, 2015

May 8, 2015 at 12:07 AM UTC

kathy-steen-dillard-bailey

Death's Recompense

Death hath no fear that we should know As we take our beds each night, Yet without the slightest thought or recompense Do we rise to see the light. Amen

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After the war is over Will we have a chance to Recompense....us? After the fighting is through Who will be left to have the sense To take what has been Thrown away And put it in it's rightful Place Askance You might say And rightly so. After the war is over Will we have a chance To recompense? To these and other Questions I find myself Muted, numbed Afraid I cannot answer Such things They are not Within my authority To judge But war is coming I can feel it It is in the air And the waters All around We have truly forgotten What war is Too long away Too far away It has been But it is truly coming closer now Soon it will be Everywhere Once more. After the war is over Who will be left To recompense?

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Apr 25, 2014

Apr 25, 2014 at 4:09 PM UTC

paul-thomas-galbally

After the war is over

After the war is over Will we have a chance to Recompense....us? After the fighting is through Who will be left to have the sense To take what has been Thrown away And put it in it's rightful Place Askance You might say And rightly so. After the war is over Will we have a chance To recompense? To these and other Questions I find myself Muted, numbed Afraid I cannot answer Such things They are not Within my authority To judge But war is coming I can feel it It is in the air And the waters All around We have truly forgotten What war is Too long away Too far away It has been But it is truly coming closer now Soon it will be Everywhere Once more. After the war is over Who will be left To recompense?

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