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Dean Chittenden Dec 2020
An oblique shoe string
Hangs from a power line
knotted through
the wrong holes

A baby carriage on
the sidewalk
just left out
in the cold

a golden autumn
November tree
sheds her last leaf
she weeps and she mourns

nothing left
to be solved
these puzzles
make me sick
pieces are rotted mold

when you put them
together
its a lonely kid
the letters blank
ink pens run
out of code

The apartment
I live in is still the
Bloodiest brick red

stained relationships
I neglected
Its a splattered
picture on my white wall

Three wolves
each take turns
trying to ******* down

i guess these children
stories held
Some sort truth to them
after all

I just stand tall
like the effiel
tower im
builts for
world affair

Im was just hoping
for this morning
to be a symbol
of peace

listen for
a silent noise
a whisper
a vendor yelling
in the street

but its just loud
its violent creatures
and its laying in my
bed next to me
Last track from that same album if you saw the previous poem
SassyJ Jan 2019
She stands like a dame
bold with a subtle masculinity
her ties are with traces of time
each knotted with perfection

Once she lived in the countryside
driven by the fairytales of Paris
the melodious stance of the Effiel tower
doubled up with a forthright society

She drowned in pain, those blood tears
as her husband bedded the prostitutes
and dwindled the cash and advances
still they all threw themselves on him

She died a little each an everyday
until her affection for men truly died
and her fierly attention for women
summoned the unending flickering light
Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette
GENIE May 2020
I long for my old guitar
I'm no rock or pop star
But a broken soul
Seeking to be whole
I long to play my old guitar
Alone on the road with mud for tar
In the shack building I'll stay awhile
Where life is no more than a mile
I long for my old guitar
Nothing wrong with the new one named peter
But I'm one with my old guitar
My excesses cannot be shun by peter
I long to play my old guitar
It's old tune still without mar
Tells me if I've come this far
Just a mile, I'll touch the star
I long for my old guitar
My old friend and adviser
Whatever it says, I'll say yes sir
And it tells me to find glory in my scar
Though the storms around me roar
Though the waves against me soar
Though life be cold as Mars
Though I be falling from the effiel tower
Though u be caged with a wild boar
Though strength fails,and I have no power
Though I have A newer better peter
Though life breaks me with terrible shatter
No matter what, it's no matter,
Even if condemned as a matyr
I'll still long for my old guitar
Whose tune unlike that of Peter
Says truth that's bitter
Life's a mile, then hereafter
Checkpoints are chaos and disaster
No more than a millimeter
These checkpoints may your character alter
Or even make you better
How you handle them,says what comes after
If you must win and become master
Defy these gods here, and hereafter
FEAR,HATE,MISTRUST,EGO,PRIDE,ANGER
THOUGHTS THAT MAKE OUR MIND CLUTTER
THOUGHTS OF ESCALATING DISASTER
THINGS THAT MAY HAOOEN, BUT SURELY NEVER
If we think positively time and time after
Think right now, you'll do right later
Think wrong now, and you're a time rigged disaster
Which happens sooner or later
There are things you can't alter
So beware what you sacrifice on what altar
Find what your will always muster
Your life depends on it like water
Never forget God, never ever,
A brother, foe, or sister
Who helped you in disaster
Disaster may be but a nanometer
Many miles it has shattered
Many more it will shatter
Still it can make you better
If only you listen to my old guitar
It's tunes sweet, truth bitter
You will emerge better,
Now and in the hereafter.
I love my guitar though I know not how to play it well yet.
I love poetry,and hope to master its every set

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