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"keyless" poems
Have you ever done something and then could not believe it could possibly have been you? Have you ever said something and then cringed when you heard it exiting your mouth? That would be me, sometimes . . . Or, while mentally calculating your accumulating grocery bill, have you run into a friend only to completely lose count? I have stood in front of the door to my home trying to lock or unlock the door using the keyless entry fob from my car. I have done this --- more than once. I have, months after getting rid of that car, searched for its keyless entry fob on my keychain. I have spent hours and days searching for glasses on my head, for keys that I was holding, for the purse on my shoulder, and have managed to miss them completely. I have called information for a number, written it down, and then had to call them back because I misplaced the number before I could redial the phone. I have neglected friends and family, duties and responsibilities, not from lack of love or sound intention, but merely by allowing myself to be distracted. If I had followed up on what I knew at seventeen whales, sharks, mankind --- might already be saved. Who knows what my focused mind might have accomplished? But instead I put myself to sleep because the real world was far too much to bear, and living in books and dreams so very much safer than all the dysfunction awaiting outside. I met my soulmate at twenty and then left him behind marrying one man, and then another, who never got me - instead of the one and only man who truly did. There's a reason that God protects children and Fools. There's a purity of heart, an innocence of spirit, and . . . occasional lapses in intellect. So, for all of the lessons I've learned and I've lost, There are worse things than being a Fool. Which I remind myself again as I accidentally call my own cell phone and then hang up my land line to answer the call. In parting, I offer what I finally learned, which is This above all: To thine own Fool be true. Cori MacNaughton 6Apr2005
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:54 AM UTC
cori-macnaughton
If I were a Tarot Card, I'd be the Fool
Have you ever done something and then could not believe it could possibly have been you? Have you ever said something and then cringed when you heard it exiting your mouth? That would be me, sometimes . . . Or, while mentally calculating your accumulating grocery bill, have you run into a friend only to completely lose count? I have stood in front of the door to my home trying to lock or unlock the door using the keyless entry fob from my car. I have done this --- more than once. I have, months after getting rid of that car, searched for its keyless entry fob on my keychain. I have spent hours and days searching for glasses on my head, for keys that I was holding, for the purse on my shoulder, and have managed to miss them completely. I have called information for a number, written it down, and then had to call them back because I misplaced the number before I could redial the phone. I have neglected friends and family, duties and responsibilities, not from lack of love or sound intention, but merely by allowing myself to be distracted. If I had followed up on what I knew at seventeen whales, sharks, mankind --- might already be saved. Who knows what my focused mind might have accomplished? But instead I put myself to sleep because the real world was far too much to bear, and living in books and dreams so very much safer than all the dysfunction awaiting outside. I met my soulmate at twenty and then left him behind marrying one man, and then another, who never got me - instead of the one and only man who truly did. There's a reason that God protects children and Fools. There's a purity of heart, an innocence of spirit, and . . . occasional lapses in intellect. So, for all of the lessons I've learned and I've lost, There are worse things than being a Fool. Which I remind myself again as I accidentally call my own cell phone and then hang up my land line to answer the call. In parting, I offer what I finally learned, which is This above all: To thine own Fool be true. Cori MacNaughton 6Apr2005
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There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at his tongue To hear the golden note turn in a groove, Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles. The voice of children says From a lost wilderness There was calm to be done in his safe unrest, When hindering man hurt Man, animal, or bird We hid our fears in that murdering breath, Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud, In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout. There was glory to hear In the churches of his tears, Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck, O you who could not cry On to the ground when a man died Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell: Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself. Two proud, blacked brothers cry, Winter-locked side by side, To this inhospitable hollow year, O we who could not stir One lean sigh when we heard Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall Now break a giant tear for the little known fall, For the drooping of homes That did not nurse our bones, Brave deaths of only ones but never found, Now see, alone in us, Our own true strangers' dust Ride through the doors of our unentered house. Exiled in us we arouse the soft, Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.
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Dylan Thomas
There Was A Saviour
There was a saviour Rarer than radium, Commoner than water, crueller than truth; Children kept from the sun Assembled at his tongue To hear the golden note turn in a groove, Prisoners of wishes locked their eyes In the jails and studies of his keyless smiles. The voice of children says From a lost wilderness There was calm to be done in his safe unrest, When hindering man hurt Man, animal, or bird We hid our fears in that murdering breath, Silence, silence to do, when earth grew loud, In lairs and asylums of the tremendous shout. There was glory to hear In the churches of his tears, Under his downy arm you sighed as he struck, O you who could not cry On to the ground when a man died Put a tear for joy in the unearthly flood And laid your cheek against a cloud-formed shell: Now in the dark there is only yourself and myself. Two proud, blacked brothers cry, Winter-locked side by side, To this inhospitable hollow year, O we who could not stir One lean sigh when we heard Greed on man beating near and fire neighbour But wailed and nested in the sky-blue wall Now break a giant tear for the little known fall, For the drooping of homes That did not nurse our bones, Brave deaths of only ones but never found, Now see, alone in us, Our own true strangers' dust Ride through the doors of our unentered house. Exiled in us we arouse the soft, Unclenched, armless, silk and rough love that breaks all rocks.
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Failure is a haunting fear but fear itself is worse. A deceitful ghost like the closed door keyless now a wall.
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Jul 25, 2013
Jul 25, 2013 at 10:45 AM UTC
tomorr
Fear
Failure is a haunting fear but fear itself is worse. A deceitful ghost like the closed door keyless now a wall.
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Victims of self discovery Burdened by unwanted embraces Searching for a release Creeping into pools watched and gazed Adjusting their lives as they unknowingly perform Twisting structures and sparking atoms Fling and hitting the walls Trying to run for it Attempted escapism and keyless doors Clouded entryways with a dim glow Beckoning to be explored Unknowingly opening Pandora’s Box again Magnets in the air to collect the scrap metal Scratches and deep cuts on the interior Nowhere to dispose of it Folding and storing again in the grand drawer Dresser pressed against the door to keep it shut
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Oct 3, 2018
Oct 3, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
dreamarchive
repressed memories
Victims of self discovery Burdened by unwanted embraces Searching for a release Creeping into pools watched and gazed Adjusting their lives as they unknowingly perform Twisting structures and sparking atoms Fling and hitting the walls Trying to run for it Attempted escapism and keyless doors Clouded entryways with a dim glow Beckoning to be explored Unknowingly opening Pandora’s Box again Magnets in the air to collect the scrap metal Scratches and deep cuts on the interior Nowhere to dispose of it Folding and storing again in the grand drawer Dresser pressed against the door to keep it shut
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503 Better—than Music! For I—who heard it— I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translation— Of all tunes I knew—and more— ’Twasn’t contained—like other stanza— No one could play it—the second time— But the Composer—perfect Mozart— Perish with him—that Keyless Rhyme! So—Children—told how Brooks in Eden— Bubbled a better—Melody— Quaintly infer—Eve’s great surrender— Urging the feet—that would—not—fly— Children—matured—are wiser—mostly— Eden—a legend—dimly told— Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame’s story— But—I was telling a tune—I heard— Not such a strain—the Church—baptizes— When the last Saint—goes up the Aisles— Not such a stanza splits the silence— When the Redemption strikes her Bells— Let me not spill—its smallest cadence— Humming—for promise—when alone— Humming—until my faint Rehearsal— Drop into tune—around the Throne—
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Emily Dickinson
Better—than Music! For I—who heard it
503 Better—than Music! For I—who heard it— I was used—to the Birds—before— This—was different—’Twas Translation— Of all tunes I knew—and more— ’Twasn’t contained—like other stanza— No one could play it—the second time— But the Composer—perfect Mozart— Perish with him—that Keyless Rhyme! So—Children—told how Brooks in Eden— Bubbled a better—Melody— Quaintly infer—Eve’s great surrender— Urging the feet—that would—not—fly— Children—matured—are wiser—mostly— Eden—a legend—dimly told— Eve—and the Anguish—Grandame’s story— But—I was telling a tune—I heard— Not such a strain—the Church—baptizes— When the last Saint—goes up the Aisles— Not such a stanza splits the silence— When the Redemption strikes her Bells— Let me not spill—its smallest cadence— Humming—for promise—when alone— Humming—until my faint Rehearsal— Drop into tune—around the Throne—
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How we dance when there is no one looking Whispering marmalade cream as we watch boats of steam Drift towards a not so distant infinity Praise the one your with, even when they've gone away I think the question where there are no straight answers Are the one's that I seem to be better at At least there are questions still to be had For if there wasn't, we would all go mad I have these hats Some brown, some polka-dotted, some grey You have those eyes that stare at me In a musical genius that are present But secretly say they wish to go away Oh', you know were broke down We got not style to call our own And I'm lonely here without you This night I'm in doesn't seem to be ending And I'm too tired to invent a beginning Movement of a heart don't mean its beating Love's absence still holds a fragrance I got life, some days more than others Don't worry about where I'll be There will always be another Let me whisper in your ear Let me dare you to get near What I want Isn't me with you Or you with me What I want Is for the sun to rise The snow to melt And for the door to open Without key
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Jan 29, 2013
Jan 29, 2013 at 5:30 PM UTC
ashby-brown
Keyless
How we dance when there is no one looking Whispering marmalade cream as we watch boats of steam Drift towards a not so distant infinity Praise the one your with, even when they've gone away I think the question where there are no straight answers Are the one's that I seem to be better at At least there are questions still to be had For if there wasn't, we would all go mad I have these hats Some brown, some polka-dotted, some grey You have those eyes that stare at me In a musical genius that are present But secretly say they wish to go away Oh', you know were broke down We got not style to call our own And I'm lonely here without you This night I'm in doesn't seem to be ending And I'm too tired to invent a beginning Movement of a heart don't mean its beating Love's absence still holds a fragrance I got life, some days more than others Don't worry about where I'll be There will always be another Let me whisper in your ear Let me dare you to get near What I want Isn't me with you Or you with me What I want Is for the sun to rise The snow to melt And for the door to open Without key
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Falling fast down hovelled stairs, digesting wealth to ransom cares, grotesque men who soil and harrow suspend my dreams from thinning rope. As discharge weeps from places raw and blisters burn a molten core, another phallus, soiled and poisoned wants for smack and cunny’d ****** I bleed from wounds so deep within of pain so stark and crude and raw that pins me ‘neath the brine of sin like drowning prey in ***** and **** I fail to dim the moving shadows: those twisting jerks of spewed release – but coming soon will silent growls of dripping fat and blistered guilts. Voiced within me, vague and distant, something cries, yet tears withdraw. Copious unheard pleas are buried; here lay I, unknown, destroyed. To burrow past unhuman men (to further seal a keyless lock) would ‘splay me in the public eye, exampled, maimed, defeated; lost. Phlegm and fur may line my mouth; engorged, my lips, a ***** for more. But somewhere deep inside myself I’ve walked away from Brothel Shore.
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Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 7:46 PM UTC
pisceanesque
BROTHEL SHORE
Falling fast down hovelled stairs, digesting wealth to ransom cares, grotesque men who soil and harrow suspend my dreams from thinning rope. As discharge weeps from places raw and blisters burn a molten core, another phallus, soiled and poisoned wants for smack and cunny’d ****** I bleed from wounds so deep within of pain so stark and crude and raw that pins me ‘neath the brine of sin like drowning prey in ***** and **** I fail to dim the moving shadows: those twisting jerks of spewed release – but coming soon will silent growls of dripping fat and blistered guilts. Voiced within me, vague and distant, something cries, yet tears withdraw. Copious unheard pleas are buried; here lay I, unknown, destroyed. To burrow past unhuman men (to further seal a keyless lock) would ‘splay me in the public eye, exampled, maimed, defeated; lost. Phlegm and fur may line my mouth; engorged, my lips, a ***** for more. But somewhere deep inside myself I’ve walked away from Brothel Shore.
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Write me like a rose Soft petals built of prose Carve me like a keyless lock Whose secrets no one knows Draw me like a dream Who isn’t what she seems Mold me like a polished mirror Who says just what she means Craft me like a crime Who stole all of your time Paint me like an endless youth, Never past her prime Form me like a fire That never, ever tires Lull me like a legacy That stays when things get dire.
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Nov 12, 2018
Nov 12, 2018 at 9:47 PM UTC
oblate-spheroid
Write Me
Write me like a rose Soft petals built of prose Carve me like a keyless lock Whose secrets no one knows Draw me like a dream Who isn’t what she seems Mold me like a polished mirror Who says just what she means Craft me like a crime Who stole all of your time Paint me like an endless youth, Never past her prime Form me like a fire That never, ever tires Lull me like a legacy That stays when things get dire.
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I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC
ormond
In the Chambers of the Heart
I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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I'll be waiting By the locked keyless backdoor I'll linger No matter how many times the moon greets the day I'll stand by Or how many times the sun kisses the night I'll still be here By the locked keyless backdoor That you had no idea existed Always. Even though there are a million locked keyless backdoors I'll break them all down Once I'm tired, and I am I'll wait.
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Mar 23, 2016
Mar 23, 2016 at 2:01 PM UTC
Stitch
Backdoor
I'll be waiting By the locked keyless backdoor I'll linger No matter how many times the moon greets the day I'll stand by Or how many times the sun kisses the night I'll still be here By the locked keyless backdoor That you had no idea existed Always. Even though there are a million locked keyless backdoors I'll break them all down Once I'm tired, and I am I'll wait.
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The mother pearl. Starved. Marveled by it. In the deep blue sea . Sparkling precious gemstones. In keyless entry without technology. Treasures like feathers. Marble statues you want to pursue. He thought you knew. Creepy janitor. Endless corridors. Vacant Lots. Dark stairwell. Late night patrol. Criminals out of control. Cereal for breakfast again in a bowl. Foul people. Full of regret. With a stubborn mindset. Don't fret. You don't need a vet. Let's make a bet. You'll be in my debt. You can try to disappear on a jet. I'll catch you in my net. You'll be my pet. A mistake I won't let. If you betray my trust. I will do what I must. You lost your wallet again? All your money gone. How sad. That's bad. Did you tell your dad? I guess you really are bankrupt. A life unfortunately got interrupt. It's disturbing how I choose my wording. Slime, mold, mildew. Gross slosh. Dreams of floating. Lard thats bloating. Braggers gloating. Forget everything I said. And all that you read. Meaningless words that make no sense. Confusing thoughts written. I can't concentrate on reading what I wrote. I blank out. It's not in here. Don't whisper in my ear. The same things you said to her. Nobody's jealous. Relentless ranting Annoying chanting. You choked me on purpose. Skipping thoughts. Unreported crimes. Shameful timing. Pityless weeping. Silent cries.
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May 12, 2016
May 12, 2016 at 10:17 PM UTC
harmony-sapphire
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The mother pearl. Starved. Marveled by it. In the deep blue sea . Sparkling precious gemstones. In keyless entry without technology. Treasures like feathers. Marble statues you want to pursue. He thought you knew. Creepy janitor. Endless corridors. Vacant Lots. Dark stairwell. Late night patrol. Criminals out of control. Cereal for breakfast again in a bowl. Foul people. Full of regret. With a stubborn mindset. Don't fret. You don't need a vet. Let's make a bet. You'll be in my debt. You can try to disappear on a jet. I'll catch you in my net. You'll be my pet. A mistake I won't let. If you betray my trust. I will do what I must. You lost your wallet again? All your money gone. How sad. That's bad. Did you tell your dad? I guess you really are bankrupt. A life unfortunately got interrupt. It's disturbing how I choose my wording. Slime, mold, mildew. Gross slosh. Dreams of floating. Lard thats bloating. Braggers gloating. Forget everything I said. And all that you read. Meaningless words that make no sense. Confusing thoughts written. I can't concentrate on reading what I wrote. I blank out. It's not in here. Don't whisper in my ear. The same things you said to her. Nobody's jealous. Relentless ranting Annoying chanting. You choked me on purpose. Skipping thoughts. Unreported crimes. Shameful timing. Pityless weeping. Silent cries.
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1 feckless 2 dabbled breathless charming rose smattered garden. 3 came a forward prancing chill prose tongue hewn cool 6ing. scattering all the correct petals precisely. a d an: n abderian 4 chuckled loose woven laughing leafs. yon 7 corpulent locks keyless secret green. dig deep soiled fingers. find the beating source pulse bearing seed. if so ever you loved the summer golden complexion of sun folly songs trembling kiss. here now be 9 musky calf. you will burst blooming 8;
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May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 12:44 PM UTC
patrick-wakefield-1
1 feckless 2
1 feckless 2 dabbled breathless charming rose smattered garden. 3 came a forward prancing chill prose tongue hewn cool 6ing. scattering all the correct petals precisely. a d an: n abderian 4 chuckled loose woven laughing leafs. yon 7 corpulent locks keyless secret green. dig deep soiled fingers. find the beating source pulse bearing seed. if so ever you loved the summer golden complexion of sun folly songs trembling kiss. here now be 9 musky calf. you will burst blooming 8;
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Taste the black and white keys Caked with the blood of passion Sweep the streets of keyless doors Find the lock that fits under the trees Ration the waves of this nation And the lonely desert breeze I have seen the golden sheen In the alchemy of ages gone I have worn the berserker's skin And sung the piper's song I have heard the sound of earth And I have learned the beating of the land I have learned that God can not be captured By any mortal man The tower will always fall But flight will forever be ambition The human soul is impregnable The revolution never asks permission To place that first brick down Take more than it's been given To see God within the clouds And pull him down to be forgiven
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 7:15 PM UTC
unnamedci
Skyscraper
Taste the black and white keys Caked with the blood of passion Sweep the streets of keyless doors Find the lock that fits under the trees Ration the waves of this nation And the lonely desert breeze I have seen the golden sheen In the alchemy of ages gone I have worn the berserker's skin And sung the piper's song I have heard the sound of earth And I have learned the beating of the land I have learned that God can not be captured By any mortal man The tower will always fall But flight will forever be ambition The human soul is impregnable The revolution never asks permission To place that first brick down Take more than it's been given To see God within the clouds And pull him down to be forgiven
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I'm all for the truth Even if it hurts I prefer the pain of honesty, Not the pleasure of lies If you hate me, Can't you just say you do Can you just let me go? Staying here is burning me alive I want freedom, to be apart from you You're my keyless locks, chaining me down Guitless, you ravage, my life, my sanity Leave me be, it's only distruction you're causing I'm almost done trying, I just don't want To give up. Just let me go
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Oct 19, 2011
Oct 19, 2011 at 9:28 PM UTC
faith-melton
Guiltless You
I'm all for the truth Even if it hurts I prefer the pain of honesty, Not the pleasure of lies If you hate me, Can't you just say you do Can you just let me go? Staying here is burning me alive I want freedom, to be apart from you You're my keyless locks, chaining me down Guitless, you ravage, my life, my sanity Leave me be, it's only distruction you're causing I'm almost done trying, I just don't want To give up. Just let me go
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I put walls up made of cinder blocks Each one a lie uttered by a former love There was a gate, covered in keyless locks But soon even that was a weakness to the doves So I build another line, cement and glued together thoughts and painful sensations It was an ugly wall, but all the better to keep things away Each time someone chipped a peice away I would it was replaced without hesitation "May I come in?" You call, "Maybe another day"
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Apr 1, 2016
Apr 1, 2016 at 1:19 AM UTC
megan-97
Under Construction
I put walls up made of cinder blocks Each one a lie uttered by a former love There was a gate, covered in keyless locks But soon even that was a weakness to the doves So I build another line, cement and glued together thoughts and painful sensations It was an ugly wall, but all the better to keep things away Each time someone chipped a peice away I would it was replaced without hesitation "May I come in?" You call, "Maybe another day"
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I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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Jul 5, 2012
Jul 5, 2012 at 9:54 PM UTC
ormond
In the Chambers of the Heart
I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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Come now darkened night, Shine your saturated light Upon my nightmares. Stars have no reply For the wherefore and the why Within my nightmares. Dawn now dries my tears But it cannot ease the fears Of living nightmares. He is here no more, Locked behind a keyless door. Unending nightmare.
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Feb 3, 2016
Feb 3, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
niamh81
Fresh Sorrow
Come now darkened night, Shine your saturated light Upon my nightmares. Stars have no reply For the wherefore and the why Within my nightmares. Dawn now dries my tears But it cannot ease the fears Of living nightmares. He is here no more, Locked behind a keyless door. Unending nightmare.
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I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 1:26 PM UTC
ormond
In the Chambers of the Heart
I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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Aug 19, 2013
Aug 19, 2013 at 3:58 PM UTC
ormond
In the Chambers of the Heart
I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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Oct 17, 2012
Oct 17, 2012 at 1:02 PM UTC
ormond
In the Chambers of the Heart
I was unaccustomed to keyless locks, Nor the binding doors You set ajar, like a teasing shock, Bled deep in the chambers of the heart, Where the arteries of your hair played on And strung my out to fry, Until my hands were roped and singed raw Spurned in the chambers of the heart. I was deserted, lost, run aground, drowned, By the ocean of your eyes, Wholly held, captive in loves ghostly mansion, ***** alive, in the chambers of the heart.
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One? Two? Three? Or is it Four? All of them wide open, infinite doors. Some ahead call me, some already chose. Though past their light still shimmers, never really close.
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Jul 16, 2015
Jul 16, 2015 at 11:02 PM UTC
aaron-curry
Keyless Entry
One? Two? Three? Or is it Four? All of them wide open, infinite doors. Some ahead call me, some already chose. Though past their light still shimmers, never really close.
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...In honor of my red maple, cut down yesterday and one from my childhood __________________________ My father had the tree cut down Drought finished it... after a couple years of blight A hundred seasons Spreading sweetness commanding grace Mom took pictures of it coming down Neighbors with lawn chairs Ring-side seats for the aerial gymnastics this circus of snarling saws Dad joked about selling selling tickets backyard picnics-- a Red Sox game While silent photos watch she surrenders her shadows to the terms of light stumps, dust stages of death the good-bye of a friend What must that Yard look like now? A shadeless glaring lot Excuse a few silly moments to mourn a tree to remember lying on flagstone after sweeping them off (They must have circled her trunk once kept finding more as I worked with a broom) building a sweat, a fort, my private place under the tree that offered shelter My father worked too Trimming, raking, mowing, cursing her keys... Maple keys... that when you stamped had that satisfying snap of plastic bubble packing Says he's gonna buy a new one ...sterile, hybrid, keyless kind ...so I was tired and lay down to watch white clouds float in the bluest sky I can remember... ...daydreams...interrupted... Air Raid Warning... ..Noon... Then clouds again ...and I was with them She talked in leaf language and had much to tell When her song part came, I slept somehow... Since then years of singing in my head At the end of the world when the young man left I lay on a hammock under her When music turned...Savage Hers?   The same... presence... yearning...rooted... direction this letter says. “She's fallen” a slab of trunk for family members A neighbor will have firewood for years Her memorial? ...in my front room to set coffee on... to lay magazines.... But I will find the rings that belong to us! Cut her song from tangled voices in anxious traffic on clearer days— when clouds won't float but grasp, instead a sky attempting a silvery-blue ...the cooler shades of memory From the lawn chairs—groans, apology! “ Not many trees like that one!” Not many lives have majesty.... I used to think the wind was born in her arms ...then spread to all the other trees Keep trying to remember what she said... but there's only her hush ...and the rings that belong to us
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Jul 29, 2021
Jul 29, 2021 at 6:28 PM UTC
elizabeth-balise
Rings that Belong to Us
...In honor of my red maple, cut down yesterday and one from my childhood __________________________ My father had the tree cut down Drought finished it... after a couple years of blight A hundred seasons Spreading sweetness commanding grace Mom took pictures of it coming down Neighbors with lawn chairs Ring-side seats for the aerial gymnastics this circus of snarling saws Dad joked about selling selling tickets backyard picnics-- a Red Sox game While silent photos watch she surrenders her shadows to the terms of light stumps, dust stages of death the good-bye of a friend What must that Yard look like now? A shadeless glaring lot Excuse a few silly moments to mourn a tree to remember lying on flagstone after sweeping them off (They must have circled her trunk once kept finding more as I worked with a broom) building a sweat, a fort, my private place under the tree that offered shelter My father worked too Trimming, raking, mowing, cursing her keys... Maple keys... that when you stamped had that satisfying snap of plastic bubble packing Says he's gonna buy a new one ...sterile, hybrid, keyless kind ...so I was tired and lay down to watch white clouds float in the bluest sky I can remember... ...daydreams...interrupted... Air Raid Warning... ..Noon... Then clouds again ...and I was with them She talked in leaf language and had much to tell When her song part came, I slept somehow... Since then years of singing in my head At the end of the world when the young man left I lay on a hammock under her When music turned...Savage Hers?   The same... presence... yearning...rooted... direction this letter says. “She's fallen” a slab of trunk for family members A neighbor will have firewood for years Her memorial? ...in my front room to set coffee on... to lay magazines.... But I will find the rings that belong to us! Cut her song from tangled voices in anxious traffic on clearer days— when clouds won't float but grasp, instead a sky attempting a silvery-blue ...the cooler shades of memory From the lawn chairs—groans, apology! “ Not many trees like that one!” Not many lives have majesty.... I used to think the wind was born in her arms ...then spread to all the other trees Keep trying to remember what she said... but there's only her hush ...and the rings that belong to us
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Start again,   sweet flower child   Be courageous enough to open      the least aesthetically pleasing door    decorated with keyless locks          Spilling with unanswered questions      Throw your entire being into it   Giving it no other choice but to come Crumbling down     If only in attempt to break through      The endless carefully placed obstacle      That dare to mispronounce your name        Not to let anyone or anything    lead you to believe    the crown you inherited at birth     made especially with your favorite flowers Would fit on any other soul but your own                                      —turn the page to tomorrow
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Jul 31, 2019
Jul 31, 2019 at 10:48 PM UTC
Whitewitch
Turn the page to tomorrow
Start again,   sweet flower child   Be courageous enough to open      the least aesthetically pleasing door    decorated with keyless locks          Spilling with unanswered questions      Throw your entire being into it   Giving it no other choice but to come Crumbling down     If only in attempt to break through      The endless carefully placed obstacle      That dare to mispronounce your name        Not to let anyone or anything    lead you to believe    the crown you inherited at birth     made especially with your favorite flowers Would fit on any other soul but your own                                      —turn the page to tomorrow
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Yours is a space Inside my heart Kept safe By you and just you This realm has a door Hidden from sight Keyless To those who're not you Feel free to enter As you see fit But please Let it be just you Bring in some magic And a bean bag Make it Just right for you Snuggle up to My ventricle Feel it Pump strong for you Take a swim through My aorta Hear it Pulse steady for you Stop for a break In my right lung Know it Fills with air for you Cascade into My atrium Sense it Keep rhythm for you Yep, you are part of My anatomy Science just Never had a clue.
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
ssu7
Cardiorespiratory love
Yours is a space Inside my heart Kept safe By you and just you This realm has a door Hidden from sight Keyless To those who're not you Feel free to enter As you see fit But please Let it be just you Bring in some magic And a bean bag Make it Just right for you Snuggle up to My ventricle Feel it Pump strong for you Take a swim through My aorta Hear it Pulse steady for you Stop for a break In my right lung Know it Fills with air for you Cascade into My atrium Sense it Keep rhythm for you Yep, you are part of My anatomy Science just Never had a clue.
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Time isn’t anybody’s friend, How I wish I knew this, before then. Seasons rush past my fingertips, I swear to caress each minute; Can kiss those leaves goodbye, Tho It never quite feels like it’s the end. A never ending carousel spinning, Turning each and every page; Faces mold into a montage of past adventures; Swear chapters flown by, Yet I haven’t seen a glimpse of winters fall. Oh, Radiant sunshine Guide me threw your Different shades of passages, Keyless, and directionless I dare; Shivers hide behind my spine, Cautionary light footprints whisper feathers To an age old harden curiosity. Time is simply a storyteller of great many tales. How I wish I knew this, before then.
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Jul 14, 2019
Jul 14, 2019 at 6:13 PM UTC
TwistedMindfulness
Wisdom—-ˎˊ-
Time isn’t anybody’s friend, How I wish I knew this, before then. Seasons rush past my fingertips, I swear to caress each minute; Can kiss those leaves goodbye, Tho It never quite feels like it’s the end. A never ending carousel spinning, Turning each and every page; Faces mold into a montage of past adventures; Swear chapters flown by, Yet I haven’t seen a glimpse of winters fall. Oh, Radiant sunshine Guide me threw your Different shades of passages, Keyless, and directionless I dare; Shivers hide behind my spine, Cautionary light footprints whisper feathers To an age old harden curiosity. Time is simply a storyteller of great many tales. How I wish I knew this, before then.
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