"cora" poems
the chase is the start of Cora's dream
in which she is a woman, Persephone
Persephone does not run nor hide
as she is seized by the dragon below the tide
she disguises her sorrow with beauty and grace
as she soars to live in the Other Place
the dragon is a man of whom craves her love
but she flies away, a mystical dove
the man wants Persephone by his side
but he is alone when spring arrives
no one at all can hold her back
she holds your life close in her eyes of black
as the flowers bloom in Cora's dream, all see the wings of Persephone
Persephone does not call or cry
she ends her captivity above the sky
Cora, Persephone, artful and strong
she has owned her life all along
Cora's dream
she is queen
the myth became her memory
mysteries revealed, secrets uncovered
ruler of seasons, angel like no other
Majestic One, she has no home
in Cora's dream, she was born to roam
she creates the storms and dries up the rain
she is a woman you cannot obtain
Cora's dream
she is queen
the myth became her memory
Jun 30, 2018
Jun 30, 2018 at 7:32 PM UTC
The Milkman Cometh
It could be Margie or it could be Pearl
bringing us our refreshment we trust
though we are all old dead beat boozers
we still enjoy sweet cookies dunked in lust
we waited for Hickey for as long as we could
to get this party off with a bang
but we've waited long enough I say
time for a grand toast gosh dang
Rocky gave us the okay to get started
but he asked us to leave Cora alone
she was busy baking a surprise cake
for the captain who was finally coming home
Hickey finally shows but wont raise his glass
says he sees better now that he's sober
but he couldn't take the kiss from her lips
and quickly began to disrobe her
got milk they all yelled as the night wore on
the police finally shut it all down
the chocolate had been spilled everywhere
the news was all over the town
Gomer LePoet....
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 10:56 PM UTC
I.
Fireman, censor of literature and destroyer of knowledge, with his mighty flamethrower. He loves his work. He loves trouble and strife. He loves fascination with the people next door. Mostly, he loves his hammock. But sleep will be his final unrest.
II.
A gift for the darkness: reading from the forbidden kept hidden in the air-conditioning duct. The walls within turn on and off like Cora Pearl. His wife listens to far winds and whispers and soap-opera cries, sleep-walking, helped up and down curbs by a husband who might just as well not have been there. They walk on as an extinguished connection. In the flickering of his eyeballs, he dreams of driving recklessly to Dover Beach and drowning her.
III.
Burning bright. He is burning so brightly. In the factory of mirrors, he takes a hard look. He's a flammable book. And it's a pleasure to burn. "What are you doing?" She asks. "Putting one foot in front of another." He answers.
Aug 9, 2021
Aug 9, 2021 at 3:31 PM UTC
Here between these walls
The world is intoxicated
And you and I are the only ones sane
As we negotiate each others pain
And compensate it with blissful pleasure
Only we can fix all that is wrong
Beyond steamed windows
Outside where the world drowns in rain
Bit by bit
We discover the secret of happiness
And peace
As we fulfill the hunger within us
I swear we are half way there to ending poverty
We are overcome within ourselves
We are not you and I
But one
I'm wearing your old sweater
And we snuggle propped up against the wall
Or each other
Our arms wound around and palms pressed close, fingers knitted together
Your fingers stroke my hair
As we listen to the different heartbeats
And voice our own dreams
With words we build separate versions of an ideal world
Cora you say
How come we're here like this
We're both so different
And I reply that it doesn't matter
We both have too much respect to let differences matter
Respect for the right of others
To reach for achieving a utopia without harming another being
The secret is to never see yourself as superior
And balance it with never seeing yourself as inferior
It doesn't matter what the colour of your envelope is
Or what factory you were made in
Your brand is not the name of your religion or the soil you were born on
The essence and material are the same
I can feel your smile tickling against my forehead as you whisper
I think I know what you mean
Let me show you
And a foreign sound reaches my ears
It's a slow rhythmic tune
With soft vocals
I have no idea what the words mean
And at that moment
Not for the first time
It crosses my mind
That if everyone spoke the same language would we still be like this
But it doesn't matter
As I listen like a blind man with no sense of time
I understand the song is about love
And there's a touch of longing
I can feel the melancholy in her voice
And the nostalgic homesickness in his
As the song plays on
I imagine the two lovers were reunited
I can feel the gratitude
And relief
I can see their future
And its everything I've always dreamed of
My kind of utopia
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 6:14 PM UTC
You are but a turmoil
...In my mind
Like vast clouds
Despising...
Dark
Elusive.
A gust of wind looming
From the horizon
A mystery to unravel
You are but a turmoil,
I have yet to conquer...
-cora chan-
Sep 11, 2014
Sep 11, 2014 at 11:23 PM UTC
Jigsaw puzzle
Jumbled words
Road to nowhere
...in Neverland
Crooked path
To hell and back
Chaotic world
...an abstract
LOVE,i can't fathom
Unattainable emotions
Elusive and hiding
Dying embers of passion
A mirage in the desert
Too far to reach
Scorching,burning...
As I turn my back to leave -cora chan-
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 7:27 PM UTC
I
I have many impulsions and desires
Oft not in line with those surrounding me
'tis in these moments I miss you the most
For you would eagerly follow
II
I saw the trees in bloom
Today, white pure blossoms
I thought of you...
III
I saw you today...
In the orange crocus cups
Peeking through the Earth
IV
Daffodils opening up
In a golden sunset hue
To you, these natural beauties
Turn my thoughts
V
I almost did not notice
You signed with my surname
It looks so natural
Feb 28, 2013
Feb 28, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Darkness erupted like a volcano in my heart,
red flames of fire danced in my head.
A pirated love,
a black doves,
as if there wasn't a rose bed.
The serpent of unforgiveness tore me apart.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Do not look like that, Cora
I have done my best, and I do
I paint and that is what I do...
you know, you know, Cora;
we have known each other
since our childhood:
O for the days of Vermont
the summers of joy and fun
when we were but children
and our hopes were high -
and my mind breaks and my heart weakens
when I see you and the children now
and that I cannot put food on the table
give you the things you need
I can paint, Cora - oh for the life of me, I can -
but I do not know how to haggle,
how to beat the mind of those who undervalue my work
how do you make money
when but art is in the heart?
There is nothing else within me...
I walk in the world an innocent;
‘strange’ they call me, Cora
I try, I try - O I try
I paint plaques and decorations if necessary -
but the money, the money eludes me
it is only paint that sticks;
and I can paint
and that is all I know and that I can do
when the agony blows like cruel storms in my mind
You know, I try, O you know
my spirit nearly breaks
Cora, Cora, Cora
I have done my best, I do
to put bread and meat on the table
for the children and you
but money eludes me, it eludes me
I paint and that is what I do -
you know, you know, Cora
Do not look like that, Cora
Jan 24, 2012
Jan 24, 2012 at 5:14 AM UTC
She bows her head everytime she works
Patiently giving her everything
She never stops until she achieves perfection
Constantly shapes,molds and draws
Her canvas are the mirrors of her soul
She congratulates herself for a job well done
And smiles from time to time
Every genius must have a mother,
This greatest artist who inspires
Every greatest man on earth..
cora chan
Jan 17, 2015
Jan 17, 2015 at 8:25 PM UTC
That moment when panic strikes,
those voices creeping in,
from the shadows of your brain.
Weaving their ribbons of doubt,
whispering to you their deadly sins.
*Make the cut
Tighten the rope
Take the dive.*
Just close your eyes
block 'em out
Breath in
You can do this
You're stronger then them.
Push them away
Make 'em run
with their tails between their legs.
When Panic sets in
It's easy to cave.
To listen to the voices
sweet like candy.
But it's just candy coated doom.
Hold onto your will
You can do it I believe in you
You'll come out of this
A Winner.
Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 6:54 PM UTC
Cora C------ C------
the three C's
I could sail forever
and never be ceased to
be amazed by the natural
beauty that is omnipresent
mentally and physically
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
I have never met you
I have never laid eyes on you
But I understand you
I get where you are coming from
for I have been there once
or twice before
You're at your edge
the end of your rope
your breaking point
You want to give in
Take a dive
off that old bridge
Please stay
I'll take your hand
and help you down.
I promise it will be ok
It may seem murky
and foggy now
but relax breathe deep
Becuase ending it is permanent
its forever
And even the most heartbreaking Pain
Will fade over time.
From
Your
Friend
May 7, 2014
May 7, 2014 at 4:40 PM UTC
Our love was Crimson and glover over and over you had this loco Rollin over like rover
I told you that I loved ya and ill do anything for ya we were on hit like a swisher full of doeja. I was your soldier, you always had a shoulder to lay your head on just in case u lost composure.
I loved you to the moon my star, we were together for a minute but we didn't get far cause of changing times you wanted something different you feeling different vibes.
All that jive our love was something beautiful I held it up with pride.
I ain't gonna lie my Cora did cry but now it's best that we both say goodbye alarto c'ya
You really did this loco ***** you said that you would wait but ended this love in such a hurry.
You killed my heart when you said goodbye
You buried me when you meet that other guy.
Why lie? Why lie?
Cause I really didn't need to hear all that but hey it's a new time different day no strings attached so everything is Fair play.
I'm ok now knowing that you had to get away
You should of just told me that you had something to say.
But anyway
we had some good times and we had some bad.
We had some happy laughs and we dropped some tears that would make even angles feel sad. Cause
Our love was the **** like that go fast everyone wants a hit.
We were the spark but couldn't keep the flame lit.
You found me I lost you. To
The game and those things you like to do.
I was the fool.
U played with.
Now your the fool who came with strings and silly things like your smile full of lie and the deceiving looks from eyes that don't cry.
Alarto c'ya.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
Cold wintry nights were not her favorite kind of eve,
especially when she was already warm by the fire with Henry - she didn’t want to leave.
They were two wrapped together hands that stay warm in December even without mittens.
Their eyes were through and through passion. With each other, they were so profoundly smitten
Henry’s love for Cora traveled deep as the sea
and Cora’s love for Henry, like a young sprouting tree.
For they had only known each other what some might call a short while
but they knew right when they met, their love would not be described as shallow or juvenile.
They shared and they reminisced about the day they first met.
They spoke of laughter and of joy, the kind that no enemy can ever threat.
She gazed into Henry’s dancing eyes, which were hallmarks of his heartened ****** features
And she asked with anticipation, “Henry, how are we such loving creatures?”
He answered, “Cora, as good as we are, were raised in shelters of hate
but the both of us became stronger after breaking through the metal barred gate.”
Cora remembered each stinging slap generously distributed by her brother
while her ears still rang with harsh words and empty threats yelled by her mother.
And Henry, such a young boy was he
when told by his father what a man really ought to be.
His body should able the strangling fingers’ grip
and wear the accessory of a bruised, ****** lip.
Cora recalled the screeches, her baby sister’s blue cry,
while Henry relived the visions of a couch covered with beer bottles where his careless father did lie.
But the past remains just that when your soul cries for that one
who stands and lays and walks beside you until the moon turns to sun.
Henry and Cora both drag a dark past
but never cease holding their gaze and each other’s hands because they know what they have will last.
Feb 11, 2016
Feb 11, 2016 at 7:46 PM UTC
5 words
Missouri
Mississippi
Illinois
River
Junction
Stealth
Lil Bethleham
600k Different hands
1 way in
1 way out
New Brussels
Manhattan Project
Chuuuch
15 million munition
Billions on billions of Rounds
Deja Vu
Free Me From My Chains
King Earth
The 1 Blood
Z
Z
Z
Jolie
June
Jade
Jessie
Cage
Guage
Wayne
Britton
Brightly
Bobby
Whittney
Lisa
Tiffany
George
Lona
Dave
Marvin
Wade
Jusseipty
Josephine
Raymond
Charlene
Cora
Ramone
Franky
Leo
Kim
Q
P
T
G
Jeffereson
Nelly
...
Nuff said
...
Pull up your 120ft yacht
Wait
Youll be the only 1
#1 Why?
Jul 18, 2024
Jul 18, 2024 at 10:55 PM UTC
Ó Deusa vestida de espumas
cuja pele traz a leveza de plumas
transbordando pelos poros cas-
catas e inundas de prazer
Ó Afrodite de múltipla alma e ser
és teu parecer a explosão calma
quando teu corpo naufraga mare-
sias ao entardecer
Devotos entregam maçãs e ostras
conchas, flores tantas nos votos
eternos epítetos e formas canta-
rolam ao mar teus fogos
Ó amor que aceita a todos
seja nos ritos, mortais ou monstros
de mulheres e homens lava os cora-
ções aflitos e mudos
Ó Cípria e Safo, elevarão o amor que há em tudo
[inspirada na métrica do fragmento 2d. de Sappho]
Oct 27, 2019
Oct 27, 2019 at 8:27 PM UTC
Strain and promote sales. To be able to fight,
and see that Guinean and his mother,
and Superman, Superman did not understand
Mary's house, and did not fear them;
Because they do not have to face an emergency,
and it is better to know smiles, daughter Isasaki,
a smile is strong and brave, perhaps horse history
and the remaining mask is 100 to 100
in the brackets to cure fever. Caves-up services,
it's not very well known that it can not imagine
the price of a public toilet outside the brainbox or drunk in a grave;
First of all, in this world, there are few words,
other participants of the vacuum can be thrown
on the road on Manic'oricory Nadine Squillies V.
The cause of the fire in the brain is spoiled,
the brain receives great. Laughter, laughter,
tears and tears, paleontrops, pink waters often
have cold air, but more seriously. It is easy to remove God is God.
|This is a tour. There was gold and silver there.
Great dark blue. Between black and white;
So, the sound starts quickly after saving health.
500 meters deep, which he did: it is not hell,
and its end is at the end of life, and because they are unity,
there exists among men that we are the only father of the girls. . .
Yashi Gudgavadji Tirigumi Tirigumi Benfleet Beat.
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Your name is MelissaDek, who said:"
Do not believe in God
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Jan 5, 2019
Jan 5, 2019 at 2:40 AM UTC