"bantam" poems - Hello Poetry

A ludicrous man who box and angle with whim wholly heat dangle his bantam let towel round his ear with such rumor proclaim his crown and still fight his trilogy with Mexico La Bourrera

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Dec 4, 2017

Dec 4, 2017 at 6:04 AM UTC

poetman

La Barrera

A ludicrous man who box and angle with whim wholly heat dangle his bantam let towel round his ear with such rumor proclaim his crown and still fight his trilogy with Mexico La Bourrera

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we leave by passing through. by outlasting roots. by grooming deep runes like arabian horses.... mountainous [ pontoons ] spine crack liqueur of soft doom and true Orchids... the ******** aftermath of covenants at half mast a limp flag of jolly rogers pettifogging dull noggins. we pass through, phantom roosters ante-Bantam in the Bedlam.... Conscience Chauntecleer as Opaque. our blood has new boots and now our hearts can Mussolini { you strangle The Headless Horseman; as i lust for your Ichabod } no cranes.

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Apr 11, 2013

Apr 11, 2013 at 8:54 AM UTC

third-eye-candy

ALL THAT JAKE IN YOUR GYLLENHALL

we leave by passing through. by outlasting roots. by grooming deep runes like arabian horses.... mountainous [ pontoons ] spine crack liqueur of soft doom and true Orchids... the ******** aftermath of covenants at half mast a limp flag of jolly rogers pettifogging dull noggins. we pass through, phantom roosters ante-Bantam in the Bedlam.... Conscience Chauntecleer as Opaque. our blood has new boots and now our hearts can Mussolini { you strangle The Headless Horseman; as i lust for your Ichabod } no cranes.

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*A bantam sounds afternoon tidings as the iron weathervane points Northeast .. Both silhouettes as endearing a sight as my eyes could ever witness ... Astral nights , my amour ..Colorful light illustrations brushstroke the East , The edge of the Milky Way perplexes , I bask in it's subtle persuasion .. Wind battled score and five year Pines sound timorous refrains , offering great euphonic consolation* ..

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Feb 3, 2016

Feb 3, 2016 at 7:52 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

After the Storm

*A bantam sounds afternoon tidings as the iron weathervane points Northeast .. Both silhouettes as endearing a sight as my eyes could ever witness ... Astral nights , my amour ..Colorful light illustrations brushstroke the East , The edge of the Milky Way perplexes , I bask in it's subtle persuasion .. Wind battled score and five year Pines sound timorous refrains , offering great euphonic consolation* ..

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Loving me is hell and hell is dense And hell is heavy And hell is hot Dense with the influx of passing souls That nudge elbows of their brother sinners In tight elevators that hum not Piano music but drums so loud They convert heart beats to 808 rhythms They shake the victims of vices so Hard the change falls from their pockets And bounces back up into their eyes Hell is heavy It is heavy with the weight of lies And of the truths of passions sought and met With only finger tips and white lips The vicious bosses of mobs And the cemented feet of snitches caught Hell is dense It is packed tighter than fingers in fists Clenched fixed on righting wrongs The air there is hot with breathes Held in and finally released with The unbuttoning of sliming corporate tuxes Fastened inside out so the brass buttons brand and burn The business boys’ bantam bodies While they look up at the men the tired to measure up to But where always a stich or two short Hell is hot Hot and steaming with the blood of the corrupt That was spilt and then encountered a tilt Down a funnel mixed with rotten oil Left stagnant by sinners that sought not To move a finger to clean up that gunk The steam from sinners water not sweat Boil sweet and steamy up into the Mouths of men with jaws wired open And rested on their bellies that are propped up By guns taking all that is sweet for themselves This is hell This, like me, Feels tastes sounds and smells Of dense hot and heavy Sins deadly appealing And dammingly just.

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Aug 20, 2012

Aug 20, 2012 at 6:43 PM UTC

hayley-neininger

Loving Me Is Hell, II.

Loving me is hell and hell is dense And hell is heavy And hell is hot Dense with the influx of passing souls That nudge elbows of their brother sinners In tight elevators that hum not Piano music but drums so loud They convert heart beats to 808 rhythms They shake the victims of vices so Hard the change falls from their pockets And bounces back up into their eyes Hell is heavy It is heavy with the weight of lies And of the truths of passions sought and met With only finger tips and white lips The vicious bosses of mobs And the cemented feet of snitches caught Hell is dense It is packed tighter than fingers in fists Clenched fixed on righting wrongs The air there is hot with breathes Held in and finally released with The unbuttoning of sliming corporate tuxes Fastened inside out so the brass buttons brand and burn The business boys’ bantam bodies While they look up at the men the tired to measure up to But where always a stich or two short Hell is hot Hot and steaming with the blood of the corrupt That was spilt and then encountered a tilt Down a funnel mixed with rotten oil Left stagnant by sinners that sought not To move a finger to clean up that gunk The steam from sinners water not sweat Boil sweet and steamy up into the Mouths of men with jaws wired open And rested on their bellies that are propped up By guns taking all that is sweet for themselves This is hell This, like me, Feels tastes sounds and smells Of dense hot and heavy Sins deadly appealing And dammingly just.

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Her plan with bantam there shakes subsequent arthritis or foment her albatross when zion mats superfluously and poverty now ungrateful in their Milwaukee suburbs while her ruby floss allure in her java melts mine.

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Sep 14, 2016

Sep 14, 2016 at 4:01 PM UTC

poetman

Her Insurrection

Her plan with bantam there shakes subsequent arthritis or foment her albatross when zion mats superfluously and poverty now ungrateful in their Milwaukee suburbs while her ruby floss allure in her java melts mine.

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Cassie Lane Gray, ever so slight of frame Hit harder than a train, playing her martial games Cassie ran eight miles a day, and she never strayed Her routine was tough as iron, her boxing gloves were frayed Her momma put her in ballet, but later on, she disobeyed Strapping wraps to wrists, uppercut finisher each day And when she said she wanted to box, her momma turned away But she was gonna fight, with no one in her way Cassie Lane Gray grew up poor in San Jose Never had much to say, just wanted in the fray Her ballet, in a way, made her opponents pay As she moved with dancer's sway, they later would convey Cassie's family prayed that she would portray The sweet and simpering visage of a classy dame But it wasn't in the cards, for Cassie Lane Gray The "Bantam Weight Ballerina" A strong young fighting woman Was in the ring to stay

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Mar 16, 2020

Mar 16, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC

MikeStefan

Bantam Weight Ballerina

Cassie Lane Gray, ever so slight of frame Hit harder than a train, playing her martial games Cassie ran eight miles a day, and she never strayed Her routine was tough as iron, her boxing gloves were frayed Her momma put her in ballet, but later on, she disobeyed Strapping wraps to wrists, uppercut finisher each day And when she said she wanted to box, her momma turned away But she was gonna fight, with no one in her way Cassie Lane Gray grew up poor in San Jose Never had much to say, just wanted in the fray Her ballet, in a way, made her opponents pay As she moved with dancer's sway, they later would convey Cassie's family prayed that she would portray The sweet and simpering visage of a classy dame But it wasn't in the cards, for Cassie Lane Gray The "Bantam Weight Ballerina" A strong young fighting woman Was in the ring to stay

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*Fickle Silver Maples lie forlorn in the - stillness of Noon , melancholy belles that change - their sullen tune by the belated , crosswind steamy Georgia afternoon Dandelion sprinkled prairie of home , bordered in thick , red clay trenches , kudzu covered period homesteads , Spring peach and pecan orchards drenched in wild , unabated orchid and coneflower Sweetgum cones rattle in nightfalls cooling breeze without respite , riverstone retaining walls , whitewashed barns and gravel drives , Bantam hens perch Live Oak branches along flint , cobblestone pathways*

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May 11, 2016

May 11, 2016 at 7:35 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Silver Ladies ...

*Fickle Silver Maples lie forlorn in the - stillness of Noon , melancholy belles that change - their sullen tune by the belated , crosswind steamy Georgia afternoon Dandelion sprinkled prairie of home , bordered in thick , red clay trenches , kudzu covered period homesteads , Spring peach and pecan orchards drenched in wild , unabated orchid and coneflower Sweetgum cones rattle in nightfalls cooling breeze without respite , riverstone retaining walls , whitewashed barns and gravel drives , Bantam hens perch Live Oak branches along flint , cobblestone pathways*

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Number one, done Volcanic time open erupt Round up, up, away I went Geothermal vents Spouting nutrients "Repent, repent" This air is bent A saddle of leather Like an elephant It's great that you know this So you came to note this But you see, I dote this And that's why I wrote this Old book, look, I'm caught in the hook Fishing line, diamond mine Crocodile Okay, okay, this ear is spent Listening to silence Bantam rooster running feet And there I went

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Mar 23, 2015

Mar 23, 2015 at 12:50 PM UTC

kelley-a-vinal

crossword wordsearch sudoku where's waldo

Number one, done Volcanic time open erupt Round up, up, away I went Geothermal vents Spouting nutrients "Repent, repent" This air is bent A saddle of leather Like an elephant It's great that you know this So you came to note this But you see, I dote this And that's why I wrote this Old book, look, I'm caught in the hook Fishing line, diamond mine Crocodile Okay, okay, this ear is spent Listening to silence Bantam rooster running feet And there I went

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at the lip of a pool, i suspend time to forage through the reveries of lost love and like thunder i roll over tragedies and dull days,,,i wrinkle my eyes at a stone sun and embark renewed at a crossroads tethered to an iron halo. i drink more now. my Bourbon soliloquies banter like a bantam **** at all Dawns. but the irony is bracing and the ice is breaking a vow of iceness… now a conflagration where a glacier burns like a sun and marvels at how tepid Hell. i loved too much. and that was not enough. and you can tell. so now i gaze at the impossible with a child’s eye and a poet’s dark. i sleep with myself in my chambers of unseemly devotion. i love everything and nothing. and i yearn to yearn without yearning all the while.

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Sep 28, 2018

Sep 28, 2018 at 5:14 PM UTC

third-eye-candy

CRYSTAL PIRANHA

at the lip of a pool, i suspend time to forage through the reveries of lost love and like thunder i roll over tragedies and dull days,,,i wrinkle my eyes at a stone sun and embark renewed at a crossroads tethered to an iron halo. i drink more now. my Bourbon soliloquies banter like a bantam **** at all Dawns. but the irony is bracing and the ice is breaking a vow of iceness… now a conflagration where a glacier burns like a sun and marvels at how tepid Hell. i loved too much. and that was not enough. and you can tell. so now i gaze at the impossible with a child’s eye and a poet’s dark. i sleep with myself in my chambers of unseemly devotion. i love everything and nothing. and i yearn to yearn without yearning all the while.

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Our reflections on a brass doorknob . A skeleton key would slowly turn each tumbler .. Dusty pinewood flooring , antique trinkets .. Propane space heaters and fresh coffee balm private , erstwhile collective memories . A matriarchs kitchen , well water aroma and cross stitched towels , her flour tinged cotton apron , cast iron skillets and brass tea kettle with porcelain service ushers spirited times of conviviality over a simple oak dining room table .. Hand made breakfast nook curtains , the majesty of tall Water Oaks with foraging bantam hens and roosters .. Dirt roads would tell of visitors long before they ever arrived , fishing for shell crackers at the old bridge with cane poles and and dough ***** , leftovers from cat head biscuits at breakfast ... Pecans and crabapples fed young anglers on shady Summer afternoons . Feeding tall grass to black angus and hereford cattle through barbed wire fence , collecting afternoon eggs and walking the furrows at Dusk , days I'll never forget ..

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Feb 11, 2016

Feb 11, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Great Grandmothers Place ...

Our reflections on a brass doorknob . A skeleton key would slowly turn each tumbler .. Dusty pinewood flooring , antique trinkets .. Propane space heaters and fresh coffee balm private , erstwhile collective memories . A matriarchs kitchen , well water aroma and cross stitched towels , her flour tinged cotton apron , cast iron skillets and brass tea kettle with porcelain service ushers spirited times of conviviality over a simple oak dining room table .. Hand made breakfast nook curtains , the majesty of tall Water Oaks with foraging bantam hens and roosters .. Dirt roads would tell of visitors long before they ever arrived , fishing for shell crackers at the old bridge with cane poles and and dough ***** , leftovers from cat head biscuits at breakfast ... Pecans and crabapples fed young anglers on shady Summer afternoons . Feeding tall grass to black angus and hereford cattle through barbed wire fence , collecting afternoon eggs and walking the furrows at Dusk , days I'll never forget ..

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Across the reflective fields of Hill Country grass begins to escape its icy enclosure ..Black Angus leave red clay impressions bound for green pastures ..Mourning doves wail their somber retreat as first light exposes the prequel to Heaven .. Blackbirds and smoke from morning bonfires alight , the promise of daylight is scented with Oak and Hickory as fields of cotton appear to ignite . Tin roofs begin to glow , church bells awake villages on the horizon . Golden waves pan Eastern skies , Sycamores sequester abundant sunshine ..Sparrows , Chickadees and Finches gossip without end , Bluejays and Brown thrashers command the fence line once again . Barbed wire enclosures divide the landscapes , dancing scrub Pines act as reeds , filtering the breeze with the music of natures continuity .. Blacktop drives ribbon the lonesome acreage , goat herds graze the property frontage . Quarter , Morgan and Appaloosas quietly graze against the backdrop of nineteenth century farm houses .. White silos and red barns , gourd birdhouses , dug wells and smokehouses ..Bantam roosters and hens sift through acorns beneath two hundred year old Water Oaks ..

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Jan 16, 2016

Jan 16, 2016 at 6:59 PM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

Song of Georgia

Across the reflective fields of Hill Country grass begins to escape its icy enclosure ..Black Angus leave red clay impressions bound for green pastures ..Mourning doves wail their somber retreat as first light exposes the prequel to Heaven .. Blackbirds and smoke from morning bonfires alight , the promise of daylight is scented with Oak and Hickory as fields of cotton appear to ignite . Tin roofs begin to glow , church bells awake villages on the horizon . Golden waves pan Eastern skies , Sycamores sequester abundant sunshine ..Sparrows , Chickadees and Finches gossip without end , Bluejays and Brown thrashers command the fence line once again . Barbed wire enclosures divide the landscapes , dancing scrub Pines act as reeds , filtering the breeze with the music of natures continuity .. Blacktop drives ribbon the lonesome acreage , goat herds graze the property frontage . Quarter , Morgan and Appaloosas quietly graze against the backdrop of nineteenth century farm houses .. White silos and red barns , gourd birdhouses , dug wells and smokehouses ..Bantam roosters and hens sift through acorns beneath two hundred year old Water Oaks ..

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absurd violet mouth I must raise a house bewildered and lucrid just in case it’s true, as in the middle of the street steeping into puddles of rainwater-lampham black bantam wings acruciate I am thinking on love, erasing as statues a vellum scrawling red rhone rocks here, and nowhere inevitably, that month will swallow her whole it was last summer, months run raw how can yellow be so brown? distinct home of snakes there is a certain sadness in her want this she shoulder of form too accustomed to this mis-peace a war had occurred without notice, without years time pulls scars nightly how can we ignore it? put your clothes back on.

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Oct 13, 2015

Oct 13, 2015 at 1:30 PM UTC

chelsea-chavez

Untitled

absurd violet mouth I must raise a house bewildered and lucrid just in case it’s true, as in the middle of the street steeping into puddles of rainwater-lampham black bantam wings acruciate I am thinking on love, erasing as statues a vellum scrawling red rhone rocks here, and nowhere inevitably, that month will swallow her whole it was last summer, months run raw how can yellow be so brown? distinct home of snakes there is a certain sadness in her want this she shoulder of form too accustomed to this mis-peace a war had occurred without notice, without years time pulls scars nightly how can we ignore it? put your clothes back on.

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I remember when you weren't that big. You moved swiftly on trees and sprigs. Tongue was tiny, fangs were bantam. Very small was your gland of venom. But then also you were dangerous being. Again and again I spotted you hissing. I confronted you on that particular day. Somehow managed to scare you away. But again you've been sighted nearby. You're hiding in bushes dense and high. Now big in size with increased weight. You have come to avenge and retaliate. You are filled with vengeance and anger. But all these days I wasn't idling either. I found a teacher, while your fangs grew. From mongoose I have learnt tricks few.

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Nov 5, 2014

Nov 5, 2014 at 9:12 PM UTC

mdasadullah

Dealing with Cobra

I remember when you weren't that big. You moved swiftly on trees and sprigs. Tongue was tiny, fangs were bantam. Very small was your gland of venom. But then also you were dangerous being. Again and again I spotted you hissing. I confronted you on that particular day. Somehow managed to scare you away. But again you've been sighted nearby. You're hiding in bushes dense and high. Now big in size with increased weight. You have come to avenge and retaliate. You are filled with vengeance and anger. But all these days I wasn't idling either. I found a teacher, while your fangs grew. From mongoose I have learnt tricks few.

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A bantam black seed in spring is planted Through the lingering green season, it grows In summer its true glory is granted Though in the torrid yellow, the plant knows It feels no fear at the chill of fall Although in the red season, it shall wilt And despite the urge to fight and forestall Winter comes, and it returns to silt Men and women are not so different We have clement summer and spring, our youth In aging autumn we fear the white tyrant, Humanity need worry less of strife To appreciate the green gift of life

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May 13, 2013

May 13, 2013 at 9:40 PM UTC

matt-wootan

Change

A bantam black seed in spring is planted Through the lingering green season, it grows In summer its true glory is granted Though in the torrid yellow, the plant knows It feels no fear at the chill of fall Although in the red season, it shall wilt And despite the urge to fight and forestall Winter comes, and it returns to silt Men and women are not so different We have clement summer and spring, our youth In aging autumn we fear the white tyrant, Humanity need worry less of strife To appreciate the green gift of life

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Bantam being give me one honest advise. Tell me where your strength lies? Hours ago you struggled with load bigger than your size. Your foolishness made me laugh with surprise. I enjoyed your scrambles, little humorous buffoon and left thinking you will give up very soon. My estimation about you was so wrong. Tiny creature your determination was much strong. You dragged the load close to your destination. You were far beyond my humble approximation. Everyone takes brave lion's and fearless tiger's name. Your perseverance can put them all to shame. Many may not find a role model in thee but frankly speaking you've inspired me.

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Nov 2, 2014

Nov 2, 2014 at 7:25 AM UTC

mdasadullah

Ant

Bantam being give me one honest advise. Tell me where your strength lies? Hours ago you struggled with load bigger than your size. Your foolishness made me laugh with surprise. I enjoyed your scrambles, little humorous buffoon and left thinking you will give up very soon. My estimation about you was so wrong. Tiny creature your determination was much strong. You dragged the load close to your destination. You were far beyond my humble approximation. Everyone takes brave lion's and fearless tiger's name. Your perseverance can put them all to shame. Many may not find a role model in thee but frankly speaking you've inspired me.

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The neighborhood sleeps robustly…charmingly. ✽ I sit quietly utterly breathlessly. Listening sadly to the inveterate, rasping wheeze and pensively perceiving the impelling, piercing eagerness of my dismal, labored breath. Constrained to stay put, there is little I can do but to repeatedly browse through a raft of 'get-well' messages which have consistently traversed across your sedulous time-tables surmounting the bustling maze of the capricious world-wide-web. I think of you and your caressing ways - Your determined thriving to bolster me through my trance-like medicated days; planting a flimsy little flicker to my dead-pan face. ✽ This bantam lightweight note intends to modestly denote: ♔ my incalculable gratefulness for your unqualified wishes and ♔ sportive acquiescence to my maiden experience of loving your love quixotic and so cogently beyond the most adept shot of the Cupid's arrow.

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Dec 14, 2019

Dec 14, 2019 at 11:30 PM UTC

csbhatnagar

Beyond Cupid

The neighborhood sleeps robustly…charmingly. ✽ I sit quietly utterly breathlessly. Listening sadly to the inveterate, rasping wheeze and pensively perceiving the impelling, piercing eagerness of my dismal, labored breath. Constrained to stay put, there is little I can do but to repeatedly browse through a raft of 'get-well' messages which have consistently traversed across your sedulous time-tables surmounting the bustling maze of the capricious world-wide-web. I think of you and your caressing ways - Your determined thriving to bolster me through my trance-like medicated days; planting a flimsy little flicker to my dead-pan face. ✽ This bantam lightweight note intends to modestly denote: ♔ my incalculable gratefulness for your unqualified wishes and ♔ sportive acquiescence to my maiden experience of loving your love quixotic and so cogently beyond the most adept shot of the Cupid's arrow.

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*Rhode Island Red rooster serenaded the mornings in lively duets with Farm tractors , cowbells , children laughing while rushing to catch the grade school bus Lively Herefords calling from misty bottoms Noisy , nosey Geese honking on a cool , clear Autumn The banter of Bantam hens setting eggs The aroma of bush- hogged fields , red Barns , Well houses and Tool sheds* ....

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Aug 7, 2016

Aug 7, 2016 at 12:46 AM UTC

randolph-l-wilson

My Morning Memory ...

*Rhode Island Red rooster serenaded the mornings in lively duets with Farm tractors , cowbells , children laughing while rushing to catch the grade school bus Lively Herefords calling from misty bottoms Noisy , nosey Geese honking on a cool , clear Autumn The banter of Bantam hens setting eggs The aroma of bush- hogged fields , red Barns , Well houses and Tool sheds* ....

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Slowly it begins.. tiptoes down the bantam skin, one bird awake water holds both cold and oldness somehow fresh and freezing air grows, unaware that yesterday existed.. A lorry carries off the stars The barking dog demands, demands, insistent as the car alarming movement at the window

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Feb 10, 2023

Feb 10, 2023 at 12:15 PM UTC

alistair-william-bullen

Astir

Slowly it begins.. tiptoes down the bantam skin, one bird awake water holds both cold and oldness somehow fresh and freezing air grows, unaware that yesterday existed.. A lorry carries off the stars The barking dog demands, demands, insistent as the car alarming movement at the window

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do we really want to be here? or are we living in the moment? .. with a scare from my demons, the moment you realized who i was and what i was capable of.. why didnt you run? you should have ran for your life, you never should have came here.. and now, now you made a mess of things and the bantam of sanity i had left.. disappeared darling, did you realize the detriment? did you realize the anguish before you left? im not angry with you, because who would stay? you should have left though.. when you realized that i was impractical.. when you looked in my eyes and saw my demons playing hopscotch in the back of my head.. did it scare you? of course it did.. you left me here, alone.. you abandoned me because you were afraid but i dont need someone who's afraid to face my demons and all that comes along with me.. i need someone that will channel the demons and stare at my soul even if it is the most darkest thing that they have ever seen.. even if it scares you to the point where you wont know if you'll ever be sane again..

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Feb 13, 2015

Feb 13, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC

lashwrites

euphor...

do we really want to be here? or are we living in the moment? .. with a scare from my demons, the moment you realized who i was and what i was capable of.. why didnt you run? you should have ran for your life, you never should have came here.. and now, now you made a mess of things and the bantam of sanity i had left.. disappeared darling, did you realize the detriment? did you realize the anguish before you left? im not angry with you, because who would stay? you should have left though.. when you realized that i was impractical.. when you looked in my eyes and saw my demons playing hopscotch in the back of my head.. did it scare you? of course it did.. you left me here, alone.. you abandoned me because you were afraid but i dont need someone who's afraid to face my demons and all that comes along with me.. i need someone that will channel the demons and stare at my soul even if it is the most darkest thing that they have ever seen.. even if it scares you to the point where you wont know if you'll ever be sane again..

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Picking the patterns in frost-bitten lanterns Where the light leans to bide each lost-souled phantom Does the naked eye see the illuminated rings of Saturn? Slipping past airplanes, you're fodder-ridden, head-down Where the sound of darkness echoes like bitter, angry bantam Does each ice-cold stone of Saturn deserve to be in its ring? This is when you find your wing, half-broken, in a sling Hairline fracture, **** that stings This is when you ask yourself, "What does this mean?" End.

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Dec 18, 2014

Dec 18, 2014 at 5:56 PM UTC

kelley-a-vinal

frostbite

Picking the patterns in frost-bitten lanterns Where the light leans to bide each lost-souled phantom Does the naked eye see the illuminated rings of Saturn? Slipping past airplanes, you're fodder-ridden, head-down Where the sound of darkness echoes like bitter, angry bantam Does each ice-cold stone of Saturn deserve to be in its ring? This is when you find your wing, half-broken, in a sling Hairline fracture, **** that stings This is when you ask yourself, "What does this mean?" End.

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Once there was a sacred urn Where fragrant oil flowed no end A pair of birds watched love’s spring And drank for life the sweetest blend But alas! Who broke this jar? A witch? A thief? A crow in white dove’s feathers? (A wolf in sheep’s clothes?) The bantam pair did all they can to mend this sacred urn of sweetest blend of fragrant oil, of nectar flow no end. The scars still hurt, the cracks send drops of potion seeping through sand. Will they live happily ever after? As fairy tales always end? Today’s awaiting for the next Chapter The unopened pages are reserved for tomorrow . . .

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Aug 30, 2017

Aug 30, 2017 at 11:49 PM UTC

ernie-j-trillo

The Legend of a Broken Urn

Once there was a sacred urn Where fragrant oil flowed no end A pair of birds watched love’s spring And drank for life the sweetest blend But alas! Who broke this jar? A witch? A thief? A crow in white dove’s feathers? (A wolf in sheep’s clothes?) The bantam pair did all they can to mend this sacred urn of sweetest blend of fragrant oil, of nectar flow no end. The scars still hurt, the cracks send drops of potion seeping through sand. Will they live happily ever after? As fairy tales always end? Today’s awaiting for the next Chapter The unopened pages are reserved for tomorrow . . .

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Life’s all phases are boredom Except the youth – the handsome. The only stage full of chasm Is none than of Soldier’s column. Here we are full of sound strum Which separate us from **** Our experience is a bit bantam; Diminutive are we as an atom; Teensy proficiency takes us bottom; But Youth is centre of centrum Centrum – the stages of life’s sum. Hence, live ye youth with drum And play a happy music album. Youth is overwhelmingly awesome So don’t be like a lamb dumb; To live like a lively bird, come.

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Aug 14, 2017

Aug 14, 2017 at 6:27 AM UTC

ksjpari

YOUTH – PART 2

Life’s all phases are boredom Except the youth – the handsome. The only stage full of chasm Is none than of Soldier’s column. Here we are full of sound strum Which separate us from **** Our experience is a bit bantam; Diminutive are we as an atom; Teensy proficiency takes us bottom; But Youth is centre of centrum Centrum – the stages of life’s sum. Hence, live ye youth with drum And play a happy music album. Youth is overwhelmingly awesome So don’t be like a lamb dumb; To live like a lively bird, come.

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