"inturn" poems
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Hear the voice of the Bard!
Who Present, Past, & Future sees;
I am the Dean
of Cosmic Beans
That grow to poetrees
Then every man will ever clime
to he that sits upon
atop this rhyme
this mythic vine
Dwells the giant Albion
The giant of the sees,
his jealousea and fierce
bid him to seize
an Odyssey
assisted by a Circe
Circe, in play, did then, inturn
the shipsmen of his Highness
and with a Feast
did tern to beasts
not one of them a tygress
As Circe distracted with the beasts
Did Albion then turn
He stole the Fleece
from Circe’s niece
and left it to the terns
The terns, in turn, interned at sea
did little to digress
flew fleece of ram
into the hands
of swift and mighty Tigris
From Milton’s tale of sim’lar tree
that of Eve and Adam
With fearful sea
and symmetree
The Tyger ate The Lamb
*“The Tiger ate the Lamb?”
(crying)*
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 6:04 PM UTC
Take this hand.
May I guide you within the depths?
So traggic to view her this way.
White in a doll of china's mask of death.
Tormented did a candles light cast doubt's with no hand to grasp
a wrist bled slow.
Tea leaves and incense.
Masked air of rosemary the record scratched and was inturn
left unherd.
Thoose eye's captured want yet
never could clasp a heart or lockets match.
Was it as planned?
A slow regression into a blackend fade.
A cloth over lamp.
It dimmed the light but never the flawed beauthy.
that I knew well.
Sleep in a life none would yern to awake.
My heart did linger in a thought as overcast skies blue eye's
did paint my thought's gray.
Cold was perfection a raindrop viewed from inside.
I kissed you last as first I bid farewell.
That night you took from many yet only thought as one.
A tormented love a single rose.
So tender you were stained of many.
But a portraiht to me.
Your words a soon to be epitapth of my pain cast memory.
Thank you for never seeing me as so many befor.
Many works of art are cast in pain.
Dove's of life often cry a tear when met to dirt.
I held you close once apon a empty floor only not tight enough.
Music that cast a passion lights so dim often gliow with soul.
I see you now and think of that time.
Tender in a stone that is a chamber I call my heart.
I wish I could have brushed away the pain.
As I did a hair that night from your face.
Thoose eyes a void of passion life often does ****
If you had taken that hand would we have found ourselves?
Or simpley lost it togather in a vague chance at bliss?
I remember you still.
A painting of a woman known to many but who's heart
was shared only with me.
That moment apon the bar's empty floor forever fill's my
thought's
Sep 9, 2011
Sep 9, 2011 at 7:17 PM UTC
I dare you drive your car.
I'll walk between the crosswalk lines and bare the weight of all the lights and corners of the street.
The road is ground, ash and dust and still the dead can beat, there heavy hearts on souls of steel and never see what barrels down, but look to left and right.
So can you see the signs stamped
go? and stop, and find they mop you up.
From the road, they pack you up and weigh the load, with measure of your weight, with violence free.
So I doubt you ever will, allow your blood to spill.
But never will you know the cold.
Fruition at it's pace.
That in each turn see a door
without a mark,
to warn you halt.
Behind the the truth is stark.
It might be, that you have heart
and fear not cowards dread.
If of trial or not of trial, no courage and be dead.
So inturn be ground to black
the burnt and paved and lost.
Those with station ever grave,
and cross your heart intact.
For all is only constant,
Yet all the roads repeat.
With, of this the nothing.
Though we have the shapes.
Squares for stores,
Circles round,
That of destined loss.
Hope suspended,
reprimand, light house roundabouts.
That heavy air unbreathable,
And acts on ground conceivable,
Until the light you bend.
But yet we strive to different shines.
Those of different lamps.
Cramps of youth
Yearning now to smile at us, back .
For it was us in tiny rooms
destined to the sky.
The guile lost, with hope to find your foolishness intact.
If not of them and only you
Trails for them you make.
A road of trials, tribulations , so don't retract one act.
For such is shame.
The needling.
To never chance, the why.
That the hope might
Be there still
For daily do we lie.
That it is to the woods,
And oceans reasonings.
This our dusk with glimmer, gleam.
Our making's of a dream.
Nov 9, 2018
Nov 9, 2018 at 7:25 PM UTC
It is hard to fathom the thoughts of a nineteen year old.
It is hard to consider which outside factors have effected your past, which influenced the present,
which inturn influences your future.
Every single moment spent somehow turns into a mascarade,
another page in your story.
The scale in which your past can influence a single moment of now is ridiculous.
No matter how hard you try to convince yourself that it doesn't or it won't... is a lie.
The past is what made you who you are right now, in this moment today.
Although it does not mean that you can't change in the future and it doesn't mean you can't break the happen of running in circles.
It all really doesn't matter.
I mean running from a past that you want to erase will only erase the future.
When reality is a dizzy dream like state and it is injected with pure abuse your bound to break.
When you bottle up your thoughts and feelings,
and hold back those question.
Your holding back on moving forward.
If we only have this moment then why are so driven in circles by whats to be 10 years from now,
or what happened within the 10 years past.
It is all insignificant.
We can plan ahead, we can make the steps forward from yesterday, wallow within now
and ponder the possibilities of tomorrow.
What is positive now may be negative later on.
The thing is we never know what is to come of us, the people we love, the people we meet.
The only thing certain is that we all live and die.
I guess really all I am trying to say is, love without regret, live now.
The past consumes souls because we allow it too.
Withdraw from the addiction.
Surround yourself with those who make you happy now.
Don't worry about tomorrow because this moment is all you have and all you ever have.
Cause 2 minutes ago is history, and this single second is all we have.
Withdraw from your ego, forgive those who done you wrong, and continue to embrace this single moment and carry on.
May 2, 2013
May 2, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
You have come a long way dear child
Though you may not see it, you belong
Your dreams and aspirations, you're living them
Right now, even in this very moment
That which you have lost is not all gone
for at one stage you had gained it,
it will remain forever in you, you
yes you, open your mind to new possibilities
the world is full of them, them
The highs and lows of everyday may shape who you are
but don't loose yourself in them
Always aspire to achieve greatness
You have yourself and only yourself to compete with
So rise up as you always do
Those thoughts you have, those ideas you have,
those are not illusions, infact they are more real than your reality
Oh dear child, you were not born just to dream,
child you were born to live them
Everyday is a journey, but know this,
nothing remains the same forever, so take it as it comes
Trials may come, peace, joy, happiness, even love too
but all in its own time,
Busy as a bee you may be, do take time to listen to the wind
Don't just learn to dance in the rain but stop and read
the stories left behind by footsteps in the mud
yes, mud, she was your friend at 5, she let you mould her
into cups, cakes even houses too
but oh child she was inturn molding you
She became a doorway to what you have now learnt to call your imagination
Free and wild like a stallion in the desert, she does not want to be tamed
dear child, so why are you trying to conform?
that which you think and dream off, make it a reality
It's already in YOU.
May 18, 2015
May 18, 2015 at 4:36 PM UTC
John liked it
Sam liked it
Oscar, philipa and James liked it
Penny she really liked it
Leo loved it but there was no love it button
So he liked it all the same
Which was ok
Surely love
Is made up of all the likes or so Leo thought any how
jasmine hated it
Christine well she couldn't be bothered to read right now so clicked write a poem so she could create her own little masterpiece
That Inturn could be liked by the masses
Grace
She stopped a while
Grace connected
Grace was inspired
Grace left a comment
The comment read
'I really like this'
People rush around to fast
But for the grace of god
Hold tight to the likes
Tomorrow the dislike button May be around
Then we'll all be in trouble
May 18, 2013
May 18, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
Ties that bind
They do unwind
And there may never be an answer
It eats at us like cancer
It rots the brain
That inturn fills it up with pain
It hollows the heart
Because that's where it starts
It defens us to the truth
They did it to us in our youth
It's all been swept away Into the great abyss
And now it just grows on us like a cyst
Untill we're released
No relief
Feb 29, 2016
Feb 29, 2016 at 11:00 AM UTC
Ties that bind
They do unwind
And there may never be an answer
It eats at us like cancer
It rots the brain
That inturn fills it up with pain
It hollows the heart
Because that's where it starts
It defens us to the truth
They did it to us in our youth
It's all been swept away Into the great abyss
And now it just grows on us like a cyst
Untill we're released
No relief
©Pauline Russell
Feb 15, 2017
Feb 15, 2017 at 3:55 PM UTC
Gaze upon
the sun for coin
An Abacus balanced of bliss
The paper plot
The gold to sift
The burial
The memory
The hurt.
We cast adrift
Sep 1, 2016
Sep 1, 2016 at 7:40 PM UTC