"furloughs" poems - Hello Poetry

691 Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the parching! Weary! Furloughs of down! Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne’er looked on! Captive! We bring reprieve of roses! Fainting! Flasks of air! Even for Death, a fairy medicine. But, which is it, sir?

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Emily Dickinson

Would you like summer? Taste of ours

691 Would you like summer? Taste of ours. Spices? Buy here! Ill! We have berries, for the parching! Weary! Furloughs of down! Perplexed! Estates of violet trouble ne’er looked on! Captive! We bring reprieve of roses! Fainting! Flasks of air! Even for Death, a fairy medicine. But, which is it, sir?

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Every morning at the same time Get up and do your business Business can be business or a combination of one and two It involves paperwork and need not be in triplets Try not to push too hard, lest you become: Stressed Smell the coffee brewing as it lingers like gym sweat Read the rags as they’re piled high. You really need to discard the old. Did you remember to wash your hands and disavow The pipes clang and rattle as the tap is closed It reminds you of the 2009 Earthquakes that brought utter destruction to your life Furloughs, pay cuts, layoffs, and lost dreams How times have changed in seven short years Every morning at the same time Same **** different days

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May 21, 2016

May 21, 2016 at 6:32 AM UTC

john-k-trainer

Every Morning At The Same Time

Every morning at the same time Get up and do your business Business can be business or a combination of one and two It involves paperwork and need not be in triplets Try not to push too hard, lest you become: Stressed Smell the coffee brewing as it lingers like gym sweat Read the rags as they’re piled high. You really need to discard the old. Did you remember to wash your hands and disavow The pipes clang and rattle as the tap is closed It reminds you of the 2009 Earthquakes that brought utter destruction to your life Furloughs, pay cuts, layoffs, and lost dreams How times have changed in seven short years Every morning at the same time Same **** different days

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Two songs rage into the blue set sky, As birds make their way to die.

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Mar 23, 2017

Mar 23, 2017 at 10:29 PM UTC

jordan-n-dingle

Furloughs

Two songs rage into the blue set sky, As birds make their way to die.

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Those muttering men, Those men who've wandered the land lonely and weary. They conglomerate in the crevices of nighttime bars and ***** motels. They wander the streets, Alone. The state of augmentation and reality, Blurry desires, and houses that are never built. Blank pages drift down deserted days of furloughs and death. They stare into the mirror, Look through the pages of the fallen, And find Oedipus staring right back.

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Jan 10, 2017

Jan 10, 2017 at 7:26 PM UTC

jordan-n-dingle

After it All

Those muttering men, Those men who've wandered the land lonely and weary. They conglomerate in the crevices of nighttime bars and ***** motels. They wander the streets, Alone. The state of augmentation and reality, Blurry desires, and houses that are never built. Blank pages drift down deserted days of furloughs and death. They stare into the mirror, Look through the pages of the fallen, And find Oedipus staring right back.

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