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Cordova, far and lonely.

Black pony, full moon,
And olives in my pocket:
Although I know the roads,
I'll never reach Cordova.

For the plain, for the wind,
Black pony, red moon,
And death is watching for me
Beside Cordova's towers.

Alas! the long, long highway,
Alas! my valient pony,
Alas, that death is waiting
Before I reach Cordova.

Cordova, far and lonely.
  Feb 2016 Timothy Ward
GaryFairy
all my life, it's been nothing but the fear
living in a world where any peace is rare
when angels and demons whisper in my ear
not having what it takes, it makes it hard to bear

all my life, I've been walking in the steps
following a path that hasn't led to better yet
i'm taking bets about what might happen next
I wonder to myself, is this as good as it ever gets?
Sorry about the emo stuff. I think I will keep adding to this poem though. Hopefully with more positivity.
  Feb 2016 Timothy Ward
Joyce
As I am reading.
My mind is feeding.
My soul is feeling.
My heart is crying.
Your words they haunt me.
The more I read.
The more they please me.
Teasing my brain neurons.
Tickle my thinner skin.
Feels so alive.
When you take me in.
Into your soul
and fragile mind.
I can almost feel your
heartbeat racing.
Dark shadows chasing.
Hear you mentally breaking.
In your words
I know who you are.
You carry a heavy burden.
I can't carry it for you.
But I can pick you up.
And together we move forward.
  Feb 2016 Timothy Ward
SøułSurvivør
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< ☆ >
\/
the
dust
of
creation
breathes
deeply
of
the
nebulae
and
has
drea­med
dreams
of
diadems
in
the
belts
of
great
hunters
then
has
Orio­n
stroked
the
galaxy
as
we
have
gazed
then
get
used
to
weightless­
heaven's
harbor

for
it
is
there
that
we
will
be
back

       HOME      


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SoulSurvivor
Write of Passage
Invisible ink
(C) 2/17/2016
some say
the world is out of kilter

others predict
that things are always getting worse
and humankind is doomed
to some terrible  
    though unspecified  
fate

yet others see the second coming
of their god within their lifetime

    somehow
    ‘no future’ seems to be
    the fashion of the day

what if
     rather than just complain
     about how wrong things are
     feel sorry for ourselves
     and conjure up the end of our days
we take some action
don’t leave decisions in the hands
     of corporations and ‘professionals’ and the 1%
    of politicians who are puppets
    of lobbyists and billionaires

what if
     the 99% wake up and cast their votes
     in their own interest
rather than that of candidates
     who eloquently advocate
     simple solutions for complex problems
     showing
          without knowing it
     that they really have no clue
     what they are talking about
    
what if
     we decide to elect leaders
     who actually drink the water they are preaching
     who after they’re elected also walk their talk      
     stick to their programs
     keep their promises
     to make
           with our help
    the world a better place

what if ……
Somehow, lately poems on ths site have been a bit too defeatist & depressed  .... democracy, equality, peace are never safe and ALWAYS everybody's effort to be maintained!
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