#weve - Hello Poetry

perfect summary, of pre-times, the ex-diurnal regularly raggedy, lyric line, of lunar linear days, wave to it hi/bye crooked jaggedly foretelling, of a first time, when world was self-imprisoned, wondering, a sin of commission, an omission from a shut-up confession guilty of laxity, no perspicacity, our fortune telling, loved our ignorance, lazy greediness let sickness rule, everyone pointing no, not me, fooled heroes dying in saving, rich in New Zealand hiding, while poets march in punctilious timing, mourning lost freedom to be unafraid all thinking, now disbelieving, we’ve lived so well so long, but the fault-lines cracking showing all of us were emperors naked from now on, we’ll live so long, not so well, suspecting each other, the masks we will wear forevermore, dual purposed, protect and hide our ashamed faces, gowned to disguise, finger pointing not my fault, but the curve of life and death, proclaiming good bye: ***so long so well, so long glass houses, so long, age of so swell, we too, sophisticates, above the fray, impervious innocence, so well we dead gutless guiltless*** <> _____________________________________________________ ^ ”*And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's all right, it's all right* We've lived so well so long *Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what went wrong I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong*” “American Tune” by Paul Simon

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Apr 25, 2020

Apr 25, 2020 at 7:52 AM UTC

nat-lipstadt

we’ve lived so well so long^ (fifty thousand dead)

perfect summary, of pre-times, the ex-diurnal regularly raggedy, lyric line, of lunar linear days, wave to it hi/bye crooked jaggedly foretelling, of a first time, when world was self-imprisoned, wondering, a sin of commission, an omission from a shut-up confession guilty of laxity, no perspicacity, our fortune telling, loved our ignorance, lazy greediness let sickness rule, everyone pointing no, not me, fooled heroes dying in saving, rich in New Zealand hiding, while poets march in punctilious timing, mourning lost freedom to be unafraid all thinking, now disbelieving, we’ve lived so well so long, but the fault-lines cracking showing all of us were emperors naked from now on, we’ll live so long, not so well, suspecting each other, the masks we will wear forevermore, dual purposed, protect and hide our ashamed faces, gowned to disguise, finger pointing not my fault, but the curve of life and death, proclaiming good bye: ***so long so well, so long glass houses, so long, age of so swell, we too, sophisticates, above the fray, impervious innocence, so well we dead gutless guiltless*** <> _____________________________________________________ ^ ”*And I don't know a soul who's not been battered I don't have a friend who feels at ease I don't know a dream that's not been shattered or driven to its knees But it's all right, it's all right* We've lived so well so long *Still, when I think of the road we're traveling on I wonder what went wrong I can't help it, I wonder what went wrong*” “American Tune” by Paul Simon

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Park bench sitting Hands aching Side-by-side As strangers ask Quiet questions pass Like cotton seeds As an opportunity The breeze Passes us by Blown Shoot

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May 16, 2019

May 16, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC

colmistoirm

We've Never Met But...

Park bench sitting Hands aching Side-by-side As strangers ask Quiet questions pass Like cotton seeds As an opportunity The breeze Passes us by Blown Shoot

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you... your scent, your smile the way you look dressed up. I miss parts of you............. that were never mine to begin with.

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Mar 6, 2018

Mar 6, 2018 at 6:01 AM UTC

brendamukisa

Maybe selfish.

you... your scent, your smile the way you look dressed up. I miss parts of you............. that were never mine to begin with.

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Death The ominous wind That blows from the north Collector of women's wrapper Exposing their dangling breast To tears . Death The mythic Eagle That hovers in the sky Abnegator of mother's cries Scaring off children like “ojuju” In the dark . Death The shadowed beast Giver of tears Lurking in the dark Laying ambush for innocent souls . Death A blessing to the old A cause to the young Messager of light Servant of the dark He hunts at night! Feasts by the day

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Jan 19, 2017

Jan 19, 2017 at 12:33 AM UTC

Drunk_poet

Death

Death The ominous wind That blows from the north Collector of women's wrapper Exposing their dangling breast To tears . Death The mythic Eagle That hovers in the sky Abnegator of mother's cries Scaring off children like “ojuju” In the dark . Death The shadowed beast Giver of tears Lurking in the dark Laying ambush for innocent souls . Death A blessing to the old A cause to the young Messager of light Servant of the dark He hunts at night! Feasts by the day

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