"ety" poems - Hello Poetry

Honeysuckle scenting the warm summer night Getting drunk on sweet old apple wine Crickets chirping their melancholy tune Rocking on the porch beneath the wandering moon Soothing sounds of the bayou flowing Warm breeze from the south winds blowing Whispering through the leaves calming Winking fireflies light up the night glowing The tinkling of wind chimes off in the distance Smell the moss from cypress trees, tall and twisted Click-ety clack, click-ety clack Faint sounds of a train coming down the track Haunting strains of a Cajun lullaby fill the air Splash in the bayou birds scatter everywhere Slowly drifting in and out of sleep While the long blue bayou shadows creep ALesiach © 07/01/2017

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Jul 22, 2019

Jul 22, 2019 at 4:58 PM UTC

ALesiach

Bayou Lullaby

Honeysuckle scenting the warm summer night Getting drunk on sweet old apple wine Crickets chirping their melancholy tune Rocking on the porch beneath the wandering moon Soothing sounds of the bayou flowing Warm breeze from the south winds blowing Whispering through the leaves calming Winking fireflies light up the night glowing The tinkling of wind chimes off in the distance Smell the moss from cypress trees, tall and twisted Click-ety clack, click-ety clack Faint sounds of a train coming down the track Haunting strains of a Cajun lullaby fill the air Splash in the bayou birds scatter everywhere Slowly drifting in and out of sleep While the long blue bayou shadows creep ALesiach © 07/01/2017

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Where your real friends at? With their fuzzy perspectives and doubts on how to live Happily They turn to you for guidance but in turn Follow their own misguidance Blindy Criticism (self inflicted and onto others) is only beautiful when it constructs Dreams of life, liberty and happiness Destruction leads to ends that are abrubt Confusion floats in the air as does debris from this falling tree Or has it fallen'd? Let the dust clear and we'll see Open eyes Open mind Open heart In pursuit of self discovery Auras collide to construct beauty in us Taking advantage of love was placed in us You are welcome if your mind is free Fullness will only constitute stress And anxi-ety

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Jul 2, 2013

Jul 2, 2013 at 9:09 AM UTC

cynthia-castillo

Related by Friendship

Where your real friends at? With their fuzzy perspectives and doubts on how to live Happily They turn to you for guidance but in turn Follow their own misguidance Blindy Criticism (self inflicted and onto others) is only beautiful when it constructs Dreams of life, liberty and happiness Destruction leads to ends that are abrubt Confusion floats in the air as does debris from this falling tree Or has it fallen'd? Let the dust clear and we'll see Open eyes Open mind Open heart In pursuit of self discovery Auras collide to construct beauty in us Taking advantage of love was placed in us You are welcome if your mind is free Fullness will only constitute stress And anxi-ety

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''click-ety-clack don't look back click-ety-clack don't look don't don't don't'' the chanting carriages stutter through the blue knots of steel- house-lane junction trying to remember their lines before we vanish down tunnels stuffed with depth thick enough to touch; I unwind, unravel, shuffle past Mr Allsmiles stretch my bones and muscles back into a less shocking relationship and rock toward the corridor filled with cold echo spilling through the open windows like a cave breathing out; damp walls swing close and away again black with soot, and other dark things inches from my outstretched hand, if I bellow through this window ........... if I bellow through this window at that passing wall of alcoves my voice will become another echo in its history shrinking like a farewell wave; ten minutes behind Staffordshire Mr Allsmiles declared his love for travel to be borne of desire for new places new faces, I explained I travel to leave both behind. 'Even mine ?' he joked 'Even yours' I replied. 'You find pleasure in arrival and I in departure don't.... take it to heart'' but he did and he left and he saved me the trouble. Outside is a big dawn in a pink and an orange sky, we are tearing a scar through it's birth at one hundred and ten miles an hour toxic (per)fumes invade my lungs tears slide sideways into my ears, when it rains I will wear pits in my skin like a pebbledashed wall I am fifteen years old, at this speed I can barely breathe but i am flying faster than my fear of a normal life and ...it ...can't ...catch ...me

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Jul 2, 2014

Jul 2, 2014 at 5:36 PM UTC

bones24

Leaving on the night train...

''click-ety-clack don't look back click-ety-clack don't look don't don't don't'' the chanting carriages stutter through the blue knots of steel- house-lane junction trying to remember their lines before we vanish down tunnels stuffed with depth thick enough to touch; I unwind, unravel, shuffle past Mr Allsmiles stretch my bones and muscles back into a less shocking relationship and rock toward the corridor filled with cold echo spilling through the open windows like a cave breathing out; damp walls swing close and away again black with soot, and other dark things inches from my outstretched hand, if I bellow through this window ........... if I bellow through this window at that passing wall of alcoves my voice will become another echo in its history shrinking like a farewell wave; ten minutes behind Staffordshire Mr Allsmiles declared his love for travel to be borne of desire for new places new faces, I explained I travel to leave both behind. 'Even mine ?' he joked 'Even yours' I replied. 'You find pleasure in arrival and I in departure don't.... take it to heart'' but he did and he left and he saved me the trouble. Outside is a big dawn in a pink and an orange sky, we are tearing a scar through it's birth at one hundred and ten miles an hour toxic (per)fumes invade my lungs tears slide sideways into my ears, when it rains I will wear pits in my skin like a pebbledashed wall I am fifteen years old, at this speed I can barely breathe but i am flying faster than my fear of a normal life and ...it ...can't ...catch ...me

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dear c forgive me for forcibly making you climb the trunk of a coconut tree, testing how your kind fall from a height and still land on four feet, clasp palms over eyes, watch you walk backwards comically, tentatively, for pinning that batch to your tail, with the legend, "Stop not, cease not, until the goal is reached." ...you going round the dining table to sister's screams, cutting off your whiskers to the shortest length, just to see what we get, I know in cat heaven, they are sentencing me to a cat body, and you as my human master, circle of life... do remember, the daily fish feast, lick-lick-ety milk, head brushing, under chin rubs, soft fur combing, sleep pat-purr, do consider, that I was a kid, a storm burst in my head, as tingled as a cat on a cat hunt...

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Aug 9, 2016

Aug 9, 2016 at 11:16 AM UTC

snehith-kumbla

To the Colony Cat, 1993

dear c forgive me for forcibly making you climb the trunk of a coconut tree, testing how your kind fall from a height and still land on four feet, clasp palms over eyes, watch you walk backwards comically, tentatively, for pinning that batch to your tail, with the legend, "Stop not, cease not, until the goal is reached." ...you going round the dining table to sister's screams, cutting off your whiskers to the shortest length, just to see what we get, I know in cat heaven, they are sentencing me to a cat body, and you as my human master, circle of life... do remember, the daily fish feast, lick-lick-ety milk, head brushing, under chin rubs, soft fur combing, sleep pat-purr, do consider, that I was a kid, a storm burst in my head, as tingled as a cat on a cat hunt...

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I bet folks just don't like me: Ryan Rivière: hey, kid. DM me if you’d like to lose in either a wit war or an academic war. ready when you are. Ryan Rivière › take head Lacks a clear (but a poltroon-like optimism) principality of the nature of nature: nature itself is a bully (take note of the many catastrophic events incurred) and one might argue to the degree which humans are actually less of a bully when personified against nature. Woody: A caw- ing bird with blunt -ed beak and clip- ped wings that can’t fly or sing worth a lick -ety split always pick- ing and peck -ing a-way at the best chirp- ing inside a chest -full of beat- ing Blue -birds' heart- felt art -tistic songs in- stead of sing -ing along think- ing it knows better than - the rest?

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Jun 30, 2018

Jun 30, 2018 at 1:42 AM UTC

trs

It's like being a being who makes folks smart

I bet folks just don't like me: Ryan Rivière: hey, kid. DM me if you’d like to lose in either a wit war or an academic war. ready when you are. Ryan Rivière › take head Lacks a clear (but a poltroon-like optimism) principality of the nature of nature: nature itself is a bully (take note of the many catastrophic events incurred) and one might argue to the degree which humans are actually less of a bully when personified against nature. Woody: A caw- ing bird with blunt -ed beak and clip- ped wings that can’t fly or sing worth a lick -ety split always pick- ing and peck -ing a-way at the best chirp- ing inside a chest -full of beat- ing Blue -birds' heart- felt art -tistic songs in- stead of sing -ing along think- ing it knows better than - the rest?

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