"interlocutors" poems - Hello Poetry

1273 That sacred Closet when you sweep— Entitled “Memory”— Select a reverential Broom— And do it silently. ’Twill be a Labor of surprise— Besides Identity Of other Interlocutors A probability— August the Dust of that Domain— Unchallenged—let it lie— You cannot supersede itself But it can silence you—

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Emily Dickinson

That sacred Closet when you sweep—

1273 That sacred Closet when you sweep— Entitled “Memory”— Select a reverential Broom— And do it silently. ’Twill be a Labor of surprise— Besides Identity Of other Interlocutors A probability— August the Dust of that Domain— Unchallenged—let it lie— You cannot supersede itself But it can silence you—

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These city lights look for all the world to me like some spellbound amnesty but in reality they are the building blocks that bring the nights so I can see what is to come and what will be. Like ships at sea that head to port we're caught and cast upon the waves like bread to be dispersed saved ,reborn and nursed by those well versed in maritime and chandler's stores and sending those back through revolving doors to drown again, and how the night pours down on me slipping quickly through the city light where the building blocks become another knock,a twist of fate,and being cruel would stand and wait,while I, the traveller stand and hesitate to go on to stay? an end to an end or a beginning that would send me some hope,no pope here to bless me or you,just another city night to fight and fit tightly through until the morning comes and runs my fears away. I stay and am obliged to those contributors,interlocutors who saw me,spoke, and watched me as I broke upon the morning shore, score one to me and city nil until tonight when we will fight again.

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Aug 30, 2013

Aug 30, 2013 at 1:01 AM UTC

john-edward-smallshaw

Nightshift

These city lights look for all the world to me like some spellbound amnesty but in reality they are the building blocks that bring the nights so I can see what is to come and what will be. Like ships at sea that head to port we're caught and cast upon the waves like bread to be dispersed saved ,reborn and nursed by those well versed in maritime and chandler's stores and sending those back through revolving doors to drown again, and how the night pours down on me slipping quickly through the city light where the building blocks become another knock,a twist of fate,and being cruel would stand and wait,while I, the traveller stand and hesitate to go on to stay? an end to an end or a beginning that would send me some hope,no pope here to bless me or you,just another city night to fight and fit tightly through until the morning comes and runs my fears away. I stay and am obliged to those contributors,interlocutors who saw me,spoke, and watched me as I broke upon the morning shore, score one to me and city nil until tonight when we will fight again.

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Clouded formation of inner color control mechanism System synesthesia pulsing eyes and dull surroundings Float in gently woven tapestries that make the atmosphere Dig into a solidified and nullified enigma Decisions though no comprehension brought to life like a golem The line that I cross between focused and lost has me open Smooth and calm status accepted and enjoyed Fellow interlocutors debate and compare wisdom Rowdy and open to suggestion, I share freely Less inclined to anxious thoughts Like spiders creeping in the dark Mysterious and unfamiliar persons are simply characters As I weave a tale after my own interests Nothing to fear in a world where I am capable My guests are strewn about The ruckus scattered and cluttering Thumping walls of a thought tank desperate Hydrate-Revive-Rejuvenate Rebuild by burning like a forest fire Cycles become me sadly

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Nov 13, 2010

Nov 13, 2010 at 5:33 AM UTC

ERRPoetry

37. Firewater 10/30/10

Clouded formation of inner color control mechanism System synesthesia pulsing eyes and dull surroundings Float in gently woven tapestries that make the atmosphere Dig into a solidified and nullified enigma Decisions though no comprehension brought to life like a golem The line that I cross between focused and lost has me open Smooth and calm status accepted and enjoyed Fellow interlocutors debate and compare wisdom Rowdy and open to suggestion, I share freely Less inclined to anxious thoughts Like spiders creeping in the dark Mysterious and unfamiliar persons are simply characters As I weave a tale after my own interests Nothing to fear in a world where I am capable My guests are strewn about The ruckus scattered and cluttering Thumping walls of a thought tank desperate Hydrate-Revive-Rejuvenate Rebuild by burning like a forest fire Cycles become me sadly

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shallow people seemingly unaware reviled most by themselves deceitful reflectors loathsome lonesome interlocutors lurking in their own shadows devouring affection utterly incapable of reciprocity

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Oct 4, 2016

Oct 4, 2016 at 3:15 AM UTC

timothy-ward

The Enchanters

shallow people seemingly unaware reviled most by themselves deceitful reflectors loathsome lonesome interlocutors lurking in their own shadows devouring affection utterly incapable of reciprocity

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beautiful humans reality's interlocutors ever presencing

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Feb 18, 2016

Feb 18, 2016 at 7:00 PM UTC

rj-days

Haiku

beautiful humans reality's interlocutors ever presencing

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A fan came to me and said: "Emil, how do you get out of the bad comments unharmed?" To which I replied: «Once upon a time there was a snake from Equatorial New Guinea, juggling a circus; One day, the owner fired her because "supposedly" she had bitten one of her interlocutors. The snake tried to defend itself by saying that it had not done so, however, it did not work out. A month later, the snake got a job at a magic and party products store; the owner of the circus where the snake worked, entered, and without realizing that the snake was working in that place, he asked for leeches and left the establishment. What nobody knows is that the owner bought leeches to put them under the seats of the spectators, and that they bite the spectators, and fire one by one of their employees from the circus just because, And so, entering new personnel because, consequently, they had "bad acts"». Moral: If you know who you are, no matter the time or the noun, you will always know that those who speak badly about you, or want you evil, is because they have a mirage of themselves, and that you have, they would like to possess it.

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Nov 13, 2019

Nov 13, 2019 at 11:29 AM UTC

emilcerda

The snake and the owner of the circus

A fan came to me and said: "Emil, how do you get out of the bad comments unharmed?" To which I replied: «Once upon a time there was a snake from Equatorial New Guinea, juggling a circus; One day, the owner fired her because "supposedly" she had bitten one of her interlocutors. The snake tried to defend itself by saying that it had not done so, however, it did not work out. A month later, the snake got a job at a magic and party products store; the owner of the circus where the snake worked, entered, and without realizing that the snake was working in that place, he asked for leeches and left the establishment. What nobody knows is that the owner bought leeches to put them under the seats of the spectators, and that they bite the spectators, and fire one by one of their employees from the circus just because, And so, entering new personnel because, consequently, they had "bad acts"». Moral: If you know who you are, no matter the time or the noun, you will always know that those who speak badly about you, or want you evil, is because they have a mirage of themselves, and that you have, they would like to possess it.

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