#vigilance - Hello Poetry

What colour my eyes, you'll see right through. Into my mind, I'm showing you. Angels of mine have all absconded. The ballots are in and all are counted. A landslide shows only demons have voted. So words of hurt have been promoted. Poetry by Kaydee.

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Mar 1, 2019

Mar 1, 2019 at 12:32 AM UTC

SazKells

The Ballot Box of my Mind

What colour my eyes, you'll see right through. Into my mind, I'm showing you. Angels of mine have all absconded. The ballots are in and all are counted. A landslide shows only demons have voted. So words of hurt have been promoted. Poetry by Kaydee.

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. IF I WERE A POET The First stanza would be a magnatic attic captivating Elegant architects of iridescence Vividly propelling pupils to edges Of the schleras Compelling pens to pages of new eras IF I WERE A POET The Second Stanza would Mirror Zues's spear slicing through tears drowning in clouds striking fields of pens Egniting the capsules of Variegated Lands IF I WERE A POET The Last stanza would sail summers tame winters bathe in springs of autumn praise deeds of the monarchs reigning over raining rainbows nurturing the clouds planting wings on the ground giving free will to plants to seed the sky with warmth and love of nature's heart.

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Mar 17, 2015

Mar 17, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC

jamie-king

ONLY IF

. IF I WERE A POET The First stanza would be a magnatic attic captivating Elegant architects of iridescence Vividly propelling pupils to edges Of the schleras Compelling pens to pages of new eras IF I WERE A POET The Second Stanza would Mirror Zues's spear slicing through tears drowning in clouds striking fields of pens Egniting the capsules of Variegated Lands IF I WERE A POET The Last stanza would sail summers tame winters bathe in springs of autumn praise deeds of the monarchs reigning over raining rainbows nurturing the clouds planting wings on the ground giving free will to plants to seed the sky with warmth and love of nature's heart.

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(For Marg and Laurice, snake charmers extraordinaire) Like the Burmese priestess kissing the cobra I must never take my eyes off that steely, staring, coal-black serpent eye lest the fangs swaying in that unborn smile strike in the split-second that contains my salvation or my undoing. Lips always poised between heaven and hell, I advance on the servant of knowledge hooded with an assumed mastery, that hood branded with Nature's tattoo: Omega, the end and that flickering tongue that reads my body temperature could cut it cold. Cold as the smooth-bumpy reptilian snout upon which I lightly lay the final kiss.

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Feb 20, 2015

Feb 20, 2015 at 3:46 AM UTC

andrew-m-bell

KISSING THE COBRA

(For Marg and Laurice, snake charmers extraordinaire) Like the Burmese priestess kissing the cobra I must never take my eyes off that steely, staring, coal-black serpent eye lest the fangs swaying in that unborn smile strike in the split-second that contains my salvation or my undoing. Lips always poised between heaven and hell, I advance on the servant of knowledge hooded with an assumed mastery, that hood branded with Nature's tattoo: Omega, the end and that flickering tongue that reads my body temperature could cut it cold. Cold as the smooth-bumpy reptilian snout upon which I lightly lay the final kiss.

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Sometime I am in confusion because, In my room there is a portrait on the wall and the picture Sometime smiles give me applause, sometimes smiles and condemn me, Sometime smile and Question me ! When share it to my Fellows they tell me ‘You are lucky, Somebody is there to caution you’! One of them asked ‘Who is he?’ Really I don’t know! But always alert me! Everyone laughs and said ‘You are living with your scruples’!

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Nov 22, 2014

Nov 22, 2014 at 10:43 AM UTC

jayanra-kr-sarma

Icon of vigilance

Sometime I am in confusion because, In my room there is a portrait on the wall and the picture Sometime smiles give me applause, sometimes smiles and condemn me, Sometime smile and Question me ! When share it to my Fellows they tell me ‘You are lucky, Somebody is there to caution you’! One of them asked ‘Who is he?’ Really I don’t know! But always alert me! Everyone laughs and said ‘You are living with your scruples’!

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