"flue" poems - Hello Poetry

The evergreen edges of the newly cut box hedge border look greener now with its cleaner lines and stronger bark-spines; the train's in an hour so pack up and go, leave Christmas where it is, leave Christmas at home. Un-sent Christmas lists sit in the flue still, they never got delivered and never got through, houses stand with their lights on up the hill, they blink and sparkle and blaze and gaze at the night with competition, cheap goodwill.

The evergreen edges of the newly cut box hedge border look greener now with its cleaner lines and stronger bark-spines; the train's in an hour so pack up and go, leave Christmas where it is, leave Christmas at home. Un-sent Christmas lists sit in the flue still, they never got delivered and never got through, houses stand with their lights on up the hill, they blink and sparkle and blaze and gaze at the night with competition, cheap goodwill.

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Dec 22, 2013

Dec 22, 2013 at 2:17 PM UTC

tim-knight

CHEAP GOODWILL

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After seeing a Flea flee, along with a fast fleeing Fly, I wondered what Fleas and Flies do if in fleeing, they flew into a flue? Now should a fleeing Flea flee, with a Fly that flies with flu, does flying with a fleeing Fly, free the fleeing Fly of the flu? When seeing a Fly fly into a flue, followed by a Flea with the flu does it mean that the Fly that flew by flying into the flue, was fleeing from the flu or the Flea with the flu? When a Flea and Fly are flying is the Flea fleeing with, or flying from a Fly? or was the Fly that flew, fleeing from a Flea? Or: When a fleeing fly with the flu, flies into a flue and a flea with the flu, is fleeing along with the fly with the flu, into the flue, is the flea flying with the fly with the flu, into the flue, or is it happenstance? You tell me! A little bit of fun! Rhymer. February 28th. 2018.

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Feb 28, 2018

Feb 28, 2018 at 9:51 AM UTC

denis-barter

Flies Fly: Fleas Flee.

After seeing a Flea flee, along with a fast fleeing Fly, I wondered what Fleas and Flies do if in fleeing, they flew into a flue? Now should a fleeing Flea flee, with a Fly that flies with flu, does flying with a fleeing Fly, free the fleeing Fly of the flu? When seeing a Fly fly into a flue, followed by a Flea with the flu does it mean that the Fly that flew by flying into the flue, was fleeing from the flu or the Flea with the flu? When a Flea and Fly are flying is the Flea fleeing with, or flying from a Fly? or was the Fly that flew, fleeing from a Flea? Or: When a fleeing fly with the flu, flies into a flue and a flea with the flu, is fleeing along with the fly with the flu, into the flue, is the flea flying with the fly with the flu, into the flue, or is it happenstance? You tell me! A little bit of fun! Rhymer. February 28th. 2018.

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Such a beauteous day outside, Drivers driving fast while tires slide It's raining yet I behold the beauty of nature Rain and wind create such a chilly flavor I had no reason to go outside Therefore I stayed indoor. I drank hot chocolate while rain pure People said it was messy outside because it was raining Supernatural rain drops on my roof sounds so amazing Birds flue in the rain while water ran in the drain Rain, rain and more rain. Black clouds covered the sky while she said goodbye Goodbye my dear friend A friend forever until the end Maybe tomorrow I shall see her Sadly one day I will leave her. We have been friends for a while I like her some much Yet I never complement her stupendous smile Her smile is the sky and the ocean combined with butterflies Butterflies like unto no other butterflies Her garments are beyond glorious Her splendid blue dress is notorious.

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Oct 3, 2018

Oct 3, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC

kevarie-o-leslie

Smile

Such a beauteous day outside, Drivers driving fast while tires slide It's raining yet I behold the beauty of nature Rain and wind create such a chilly flavor I had no reason to go outside Therefore I stayed indoor. I drank hot chocolate while rain pure People said it was messy outside because it was raining Supernatural rain drops on my roof sounds so amazing Birds flue in the rain while water ran in the drain Rain, rain and more rain. Black clouds covered the sky while she said goodbye Goodbye my dear friend A friend forever until the end Maybe tomorrow I shall see her Sadly one day I will leave her. We have been friends for a while I like her some much Yet I never complement her stupendous smile Her smile is the sky and the ocean combined with butterflies Butterflies like unto no other butterflies Her garments are beyond glorious Her splendid blue dress is notorious.

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Sep 20, 2012

Sep 20, 2012 at 1:20 PM UTC

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

My mom tells me it will be alright, Yet I sit and cry about it day and night As the people in my family become out of sight It seems that the numbers get higher I become not the only crier Other parts of the world are crying too My mom tells me it's like a flue 1 million are dying every year My heart drops, for my moms time is near So I began to pray When evening comes around, I began to frown For my stomach groans For within the day, Their was nothing not even on the ground But dead body's lying around We bless them, for in their afterlife, Their will be grapes and veggies in sight But for now the rest of us starve Did you know 20,000 die every day And that's just children So we must pray Pray for the ones that go to bed hungry every night, Pray so in the morning there will be food in sight!

My mom tells me it will be alright, Yet I sit and cry about it day and night As the people in my family become out of sight It seems that the numbers get higher I become not the only crier Other parts of the world are crying too My mom tells me it's like a flue 1 million are dying every year My heart drops, for my moms time is near So I began to pray When evening comes around, I began to frown For my stomach groans For within the day, Their was nothing not even on the ground But dead body's lying around We bless them, for in their afterlife, Their will be grapes and veggies in sight But for now the rest of us starve Did you know 20,000 die every day And that's just children So we must pray Pray for the ones that go to bed hungry every night, Pray so in the morning there will be food in sight!

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Apr 18, 2015

Apr 18, 2015 at 7:17 PM UTC

IsabellaRose

World Hunger

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Even now, as we lie here, heartbeats like a metronome for the coming storm, I write songs in my head for you. And though my voice will never sing them, they are the soundtrack of your kiss. Each record scratch on my heart like a pressed vinyl love letter. Shaping my sinking chest into drum skins that my pulse beats against. If I were covered in magic dust, you would be my happy thought. And all my childish notions of what it means to be romantic would be written down the sides of Chianti bottles in melted wax, like an oak. And in that bottle we would keep our hungry mouths. And still I find my heart adrift. Ripped sails and ropes leading skyward like veins. Split and tattered and stitched haphazardly together, waiting for the lightning to strike twice and bring it to life. My throat a bricked flue, leading to an open mouth, spitting smoke from the torches my heart fears but always seems to carry. And I stretch my spine skyward. Trying to wedge my head back into the clouds but manage only to cast the shadow of an orchid that has begun to lose its color and wilt at the edges of its wingspan. Coming to terms with the idea that it may never be picked. Not even its petals, even numbered like a deck stacked against it that it might lose in a game of being loved and loved not. We want for a little more time. Arm wrestling clock hands into submission with god like fury. Ticking tongues to dampen the prophecy of false mediums. We practice fighting so we may fight for each other. Fight for the greener grass on the other side of the pavement walls we draw our chalk hearts on. The clock tower is a lighthouse. The lighthouse is a windmill. The windmill is a giant. The stories never end. Even now as we lie here, heartbeats like a metronome for the coming storm, I write bed time stories in my head for you.

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Jun 19, 2013

Jun 19, 2013 at 11:24 AM UTC

sean-critchfield

Recycled Images

Even now, as we lie here, heartbeats like a metronome for the coming storm, I write songs in my head for you. And though my voice will never sing them, they are the soundtrack of your kiss. Each record scratch on my heart like a pressed vinyl love letter. Shaping my sinking chest into drum skins that my pulse beats against. If I were covered in magic dust, you would be my happy thought. And all my childish notions of what it means to be romantic would be written down the sides of Chianti bottles in melted wax, like an oak. And in that bottle we would keep our hungry mouths. And still I find my heart adrift. Ripped sails and ropes leading skyward like veins. Split and tattered and stitched haphazardly together, waiting for the lightning to strike twice and bring it to life. My throat a bricked flue, leading to an open mouth, spitting smoke from the torches my heart fears but always seems to carry. And I stretch my spine skyward. Trying to wedge my head back into the clouds but manage only to cast the shadow of an orchid that has begun to lose its color and wilt at the edges of its wingspan. Coming to terms with the idea that it may never be picked. Not even its petals, even numbered like a deck stacked against it that it might lose in a game of being loved and loved not. We want for a little more time. Arm wrestling clock hands into submission with god like fury. Ticking tongues to dampen the prophecy of false mediums. We practice fighting so we may fight for each other. Fight for the greener grass on the other side of the pavement walls we draw our chalk hearts on. The clock tower is a lighthouse. The lighthouse is a windmill. The windmill is a giant. The stories never end. Even now as we lie here, heartbeats like a metronome for the coming storm, I write bed time stories in my head for you.

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jul 26, 2013

Jul 26, 2013 at 12:18 PM UTC

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jun 1, 2012

Jun 1, 2012 at 2:31 PM UTC

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jan 7, 2013

Jan 7, 2013 at 6:23 PM UTC

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

My words spill out like mice hiding in the cupboards and in the bread Each ******* is crumbled and humbled by gnawing The tables are dusted with delicate clawing The marring is whispered in squeaking silent sound Impossible to see but they are rife across the ground In bed they find the warmth in the goose down and the cotton now sullied small diseases will soon go washed forgotten Trapping tactics once tried and true seems wasted on these careful few Snapping empty in the dark no silent stealing will squeeze them stark Each dream they waltz across the screen like small and spying rolicking ribbons Through the snowy evergreens and wanton queens yet waking finds that they aren't fiction To tame them in time is what must be So no more is cradled by their incredulous creed Now that they have all run of the house From the floorboards to the flue My fighting is futile against this furred Faust For in my great battles, my life they've consumed My motions through doors now move with great heed over my rasped wooden floors of naked tails and featherweight feet Each morning they find themselves feeling bold and swim like sirens through my cereal bowl At noon when I read they shred and they gnaw so I can no longer see one word without a paw In my evening bath they sport small diving bells As I dry myself off from my towel I shake twelve They admire in the mirror and prance piano pirouettes they've failed to adhere to give respect to any threat One day a magic made it though to the edges of my mind to cut short this ever frothing flow and put my tongue in a bind Then slowly, slowly, one by one they folded flew and fell I'd hardly hope this trial was done but it all continued well One night when they were scarce and few only the faintest furred remained I wonderfully slept sound and anew Haunted dreams I no longer detained The lonely left began to nestle in an exodus through the sheets and bed each whisker scraped soft on skin and climbed back inside my head

My words spill out like mice hiding in the cupboards and in the bread Each ******* is crumbled and humbled by gnawing The tables are dusted with delicate clawing The marring is whispered in squeaking silent sound Impossible to see but they are rife across the ground In bed they find the warmth in the goose down and the cotton now sullied small diseases will soon go washed forgotten Trapping tactics once tried and true seems wasted on these careful few Snapping empty in the dark no silent stealing will squeeze them stark Each dream they waltz across the screen like small and spying rolicking ribbons Through the snowy evergreens and wanton queens yet waking finds that they aren't fiction To tame them in time is what must be So no more is cradled by their incredulous creed Now that they have all run of the house From the floorboards to the flue My fighting is futile against this furred Faust For in my great battles, my life they've consumed My motions through doors now move with great heed over my rasped wooden floors of naked tails and featherweight feet Each morning they find themselves feeling bold and swim like sirens through my cereal bowl At noon when I read they shred and they gnaw so I can no longer see one word without a paw In my evening bath they sport small diving bells As I dry myself off from my towel I shake twelve They admire in the mirror and prance piano pirouettes they've failed to adhere to give respect to any threat One day a magic made it though to the edges of my mind to cut short this ever frothing flow and put my tongue in a bind Then slowly, slowly, one by one they folded flew and fell I'd hardly hope this trial was done but it all continued well One night when they were scarce and few only the faintest furred remained I wonderfully slept sound and anew Haunted dreams I no longer detained The lonely left began to nestle in an exodus through the sheets and bed each whisker scraped soft on skin and climbed back inside my head

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Nov 13, 2010

Nov 13, 2010 at 11:32 PM UTC

rita-clare

The Mice

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s'whine flew round the earth sowing devastation swindling scared the po or stupid buy math e mat i call bait & switch the vir us slipped in two the slop infecting yo ungold stomachs trem bling ay king for some thing humane a gain

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Dec 2, 2011

Dec 2, 2011 at 2:18 AM UTC

travis-dixon

swine flue

s'whine flew round the earth sowing devastation swindling scared the po or stupid buy math e mat i call bait & switch the vir us slipped in two the slop infecting yo ungold stomachs trem bling ay king for some thing humane a gain

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As I gazed at the flames of the fire, It rekindled a childhood vision; Memories of a chill winter morn, Wrapped in a blanket, I watched A daily ritual unfold. Cold, dead, grey ash was removed. Wood, coal and paper then placed With pious propriety. A sacrifice offered Of one single match. Drifts of dark smoke and crackles of wood Nurtured cold coals into life. The fire was fanned until roaring With bright yellow licks that leapt up the flue. A welcoming warmth would draw us together, Working and playing in a radiant glow Of orange incandescence. In the evening we would always make toast Before the dying embers were lost.

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Mar 1, 2012

Mar 1, 2012 at 6:39 AM UTC

wally-smith

Making Toast

As I gazed at the flames of the fire, It rekindled a childhood vision; Memories of a chill winter morn, Wrapped in a blanket, I watched A daily ritual unfold. Cold, dead, grey ash was removed. Wood, coal and paper then placed With pious propriety. A sacrifice offered Of one single match. Drifts of dark smoke and crackles of wood Nurtured cold coals into life. The fire was fanned until roaring With bright yellow licks that leapt up the flue. A welcoming warmth would draw us together, Working and playing in a radiant glow Of orange incandescence. In the evening we would always make toast Before the dying embers were lost.

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Oh where oh where is mister bear? Beneath the bed? Behind the chair? He is not here he is not there Oh where oh where is mister bear? I closed my eyes and counted slow I've looked up high I've looked down low I've searched the house from top to toe oh where oh where did teddy go? I searched and searched and searched some more behind the blinds and bathroom door from attic roof to basement floor and out around the Apple store The garage checked the outhouse too and even checked the barbecue Beneath the ash and up the flue oh where oh where dear Ted are you? Not in the pool or by the slide Or on the swings he loves to ride not in the leaves now crisp and dried oh mister Ted where did you hide? Olly olly oxen free please come on out you've beaten me as now it's time to eat our tea oh where oh where can teddy be Oh here I am behind you so I followed you so quiet and slow and all the time you did not know he chuckled soft and fell down low Oh mister Ted you silly bear what happy times we too do share and don't we make a funny pair playing our games without a care Now time for tea as dad's made steak and Mommas baked us both a cake to wash it down there's ice cream shake we'll eat until our bellies ache. Then brush our teeth and into bed to softly rest our sleepy head and don't forget your prayers I said or that I love you mister Ted

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Oct 12, 2013

Oct 12, 2013 at 10:16 PM UTC

soul-in-torment

Hide and Sneak.

Oh where oh where is mister bear? Beneath the bed? Behind the chair? He is not here he is not there Oh where oh where is mister bear? I closed my eyes and counted slow I've looked up high I've looked down low I've searched the house from top to toe oh where oh where did teddy go? I searched and searched and searched some more behind the blinds and bathroom door from attic roof to basement floor and out around the Apple store The garage checked the outhouse too and even checked the barbecue Beneath the ash and up the flue oh where oh where dear Ted are you? Not in the pool or by the slide Or on the swings he loves to ride not in the leaves now crisp and dried oh mister Ted where did you hide? Olly olly oxen free please come on out you've beaten me as now it's time to eat our tea oh where oh where can teddy be Oh here I am behind you so I followed you so quiet and slow and all the time you did not know he chuckled soft and fell down low Oh mister Ted you silly bear what happy times we too do share and don't we make a funny pair playing our games without a care Now time for tea as dad's made steak and Mommas baked us both a cake to wash it down there's ice cream shake we'll eat until our bellies ache. Then brush our teeth and into bed to softly rest our sleepy head and don't forget your prayers I said or that I love you mister Ted

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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May 17, 2016

May 17, 2016 at 10:43 PM UTC

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

Dear Brain, buddy, please co-operate

Stop. It. Mind. Just SHUT UP for once Stop the streams from overflowing out from that useless brain Put on breaks on the car you're driving fast and insane Mind is stupid bleaming useless rhymes To the twisted nerves of the twisted inward eye Unfaithful teachings, Just stop before being taught Untruthful preachings, it's all a lie but you don't get caught You're all an illusion But my thoughts, an addictive dillusion It's all impossible things I think of Then it's hard to breathe when I know it's true That it's impossible to be with you Just slow down the streams That flow within me like a flue Contagious to make me clear to stand away from truth Stop deceiving me as if I am a stranger Make things to me more elucid Instead of pushing me into danger Because I am a mere innocent kid Trapped on your purposely slippery pathways My car to future like this would soon skid. You are me, you understand? Stop pushing me and give me your hand Take me up and up Higher, I am not a scared pup I know what you are doing I am family, don't get me falling DOWN BACK TO EARTH You are a part of me Then let me see How we could be When we co-operate together in harmony. So, brain, Don't leave me alone Be in control Don't lose your track I am behind your back I'll be there for you You'll be there for I Let's not make us fall into the pit Instead make the sky a target we should together hit. Please don't cheat on I Because you're the last one me trusts Do never say to innocence your goodbyes Or else like my words We'll both be stuck here like DuMb wOrst bUds.

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Apr 24, 2015

Apr 24, 2015 at 1:12 PM UTC

its-crimson

Stop. It. Mind. Just SHUT UP for once Stop the streams from overflowing out from that useless brain Put on breaks on the car you're driving fast and insane Mind is stupid bleaming useless rhymes To the twisted nerves of the twisted inward eye Unfaithful teachings, Just stop before being taught Untruthful preachings, it's all a lie but you don't get caught You're all an illusion But my thoughts, an addictive dillusion It's all impossible things I think of Then it's hard to breathe when I know it's true That it's impossible to be with you Just slow down the streams That flow within me like a flue Contagious to make me clear to stand away from truth Stop deceiving me as if I am a stranger Make things to me more elucid Instead of pushing me into danger Because I am a mere innocent kid Trapped on your purposely slippery pathways My car to future like this would soon skid. You are me, you understand? Stop pushing me and give me your hand Take me up and up Higher, I am not a scared pup I know what you are doing I am family, don't get me falling DOWN BACK TO EARTH You are a part of me Then let me see How we could be When we co-operate together in harmony. So, brain, Don't leave me alone Be in control Don't lose your track I am behind your back I'll be there for you You'll be there for I Let's not make us fall into the pit Instead make the sky a target we should together hit. Please don't cheat on I Because you're the last one me trusts Do never say to innocence your goodbyes Or else like my words We'll both be stuck here like DuMb wOrst bUds.

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Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?

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Jan 16, 2015

Jan 16, 2015 at 3:23 PM UTC

Gray gathering Signs fell on the musty register. Two pallid Faces infatuate, braiding the ley lines, Were married in a dimly lit registry. Outside, the sky in Dublin was a dark pool, The clouds were omen, birds, startled in Your eyes, a flashing flue of doves, all wings A warring coo, escaping into the dusk. We walked a ways to that room of dreams And dined in the Shelbourne’s Aisling room. I was Ormond, I was Yeats and you Were gone. Your happy tears were notes singing Our sorrows that day. Our love was castaway Our love was time bomb. Crossing stars, we trembled As we talked. Two birds setting sights on some Lost ocean’s horizon. When first we met, At the meeting hall, cradled in a tempest Eye, you gave me your name and it burned on The paper as it now burns in my mind Like Brigid’s fire. At once, once, we were one. Conjoined yet neither one of us a joiner. Anointed under the votive stars violently Innocent your heart, a spike, my heart A rail. Our love was charmed, our love was time, Balm. To what end this new beginning?