#seeming - Hello Poetry

You use your cleanest rag to clean a mess An antiseptic swab to clean a wound And the softest strongest to wipe your **** Only the strong can be burdened Only the living bleeds when cut And a tree withered to its roots still lives The poor illustrates the folly of greed The outcasts reveal the pretence of good And the chosen shattered that evil's judged

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Jul 24, 2021

Jul 24, 2021 at 10:27 PM UTC

ylzm

Not as it Seems

You use your cleanest rag to clean a mess An antiseptic swab to clean a wound And the softest strongest to wipe your **** Only the strong can be burdened Only the living bleeds when cut And a tree withered to its roots still lives The poor illustrates the folly of greed The outcasts reveal the pretence of good And the chosen shattered that evil's judged

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... .. . sculpted visions entertained my mind has been disarrayed corners are molded by circles strange every riddle has been detained holding out my hands my fists take over crushing rocks considered to be boulders broken down with such precsion beyond sculpted vision ? ... .. .

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Jan 3, 2018

Jan 3, 2018 at 7:47 AM UTC

lashingstars

sculpted visions

... .. . sculpted visions entertained my mind has been disarrayed corners are molded by circles strange every riddle has been detained holding out my hands my fists take over crushing rocks considered to be boulders broken down with such precsion beyond sculpted vision ? ... .. .

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I watched some crows this very eve, Play upon a blustery, early November breeze. Wave upon wave of those corvid beasts, Now going west, now going east. Now rising up, now darting down, Now racing east, Now tacking west. No sailor on the seven seas Can tack so well as one of these. Now up, now down Now left, then down. One flies north Another south, then darts east. Yet flock drifts by despite these feats. Another joins in synchronous dance Then up, then down, then back again Waving together till parting perchance. Then each alone, up, Then down, then back again. Some stall for several ***** and blows, Remaining still to trees below, Then a feather's twitch Banks into the wind And soar, ...... soar, ..... soar, Soar away. Down a slope only birds can know Racing faster than the wind Above the trees below. *It seems so wasteful, this fighting of the wind, Futile and vain as a skein does not. It's not hunting, I think, nor *** Except perhaps for showing off. But I suspect play at play. Jonathon Seagull's desire, it seems Infects these playful playing memes. Perhaps I see play where there is no play, Projecting wishes onto senses. But corvids do play, it seems. Do you too so seem? Perhaps they even dream.*

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Nov 6, 2014

Nov 6, 2014 at 8:41 PM UTC

scott-sinnock

Crows a' Play

I watched some crows this very eve, Play upon a blustery, early November breeze. Wave upon wave of those corvid beasts, Now going west, now going east. Now rising up, now darting down, Now racing east, Now tacking west. No sailor on the seven seas Can tack so well as one of these. Now up, now down Now left, then down. One flies north Another south, then darts east. Yet flock drifts by despite these feats. Another joins in synchronous dance Then up, then down, then back again Waving together till parting perchance. Then each alone, up, Then down, then back again. Some stall for several ***** and blows, Remaining still to trees below, Then a feather's twitch Banks into the wind And soar, ...... soar, ..... soar, Soar away. Down a slope only birds can know Racing faster than the wind Above the trees below. *It seems so wasteful, this fighting of the wind, Futile and vain as a skein does not. It's not hunting, I think, nor *** Except perhaps for showing off. But I suspect play at play. Jonathon Seagull's desire, it seems Infects these playful playing memes. Perhaps I see play where there is no play, Projecting wishes onto senses. But corvids do play, it seems. Do you too so seem? Perhaps they even dream.*

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