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Onoma Apr 2017
beauty blues by baiting
breaths...tantruming,
posing the uprise
of perfectly fallen light.
sky's headshot, backdropping
backdrop of...
cherry blossoms crumbling
to perform the ceremonial
rights of birds breaking a
****** wing.
Derek David Apr 2018
Night's chill parried by
Tea or tobacco leaves
Slick gradient of a sky
Until housing cuts rough
Disguising true horizons
And their warmth of whatever within

Flanked by twelve houses
Built by twice the hubris
As to be within speaking distance
Of this village of backyards
Yet communicate
In the alien language
Of light switches.

Bedrooms are fireflies
In an open field of brick flora
Backdropping the safety of
All of our bad habits
Struggling as we like
We share in the disconnect of
Our wrought ice age
Marked by the jingling of keys.
There's more here, but that will be found at another time.
James R Jun 2018
One leans.
Toward tilts
It's almost
Dramatic;
And clear,
To see why
Old Dante
Was taken by such a
Monstrosity, blighting
Skies overhead, yet
paying age-old (and
new) debts as ink drys.
Though it
Leans; falls
Even it is
No Pisa or
New York.
Rather fallic ode to
Glory and decaying
which admits defeat
yet stands proudly
Backdropping one-
handed martyrdom;
For those who had
Ploughed
Funds in
At time of
Need. And
Now are
Kept Devine.
Forever the
Concept
Remains.
A Comedy.
A poem shaped by Two Towers.

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