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"liches" poems
You’d think us all farmers who toil At this vast fertile soil Tapping each network of roots For the system that bears the best fruits Though this is how we communicate There are better ways to tend Than seeing trees as disposable saplings From which to ****** a date With this smorgasbord of choice, I find We all suffer a tell tale fate Of being plucked from the stem Half-heartedly nibbled upon the rind Then silently thrown upon the rest A wave unable to crest Why not show some purpose on the ranch Consider the date that was once on the branch Instead we hear the same sad song About the forgotten fruit of the palm Condemned without a word Left to their thoughts inferred So maybe farmer’s the wrong term They care for each flower, seedling, and worm Creating darkness and dead air Only leaves one famished and impaired That said, I never hold delusions of hope Thinking thumbs are stiff or broke I’d rather pour myself a glass and toast To all of the liches, nymphs, and ghosts
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Jul 23, 2019
Jul 23, 2019 at 8:51 AM UTC
July
Pagoda, Pagoda, My humble terrace by the sea. Wayshrine for the hopeless and the seekers of eternal ecstasy. Why do they mistreat you so? Ever accepting of our whimsical, hedonic presence, you gave us shelter from the slobbering pigs and their execution sentence. And still they ripped your gleaming limbs from you. Those who claimed to love you. Pagoda, Pagoda so far from the corporate machine living in an emerald midsummer dream we must have lost our way along the chemical shores. When the harsh confines of reality glared at my salt stained face you treated me to warm freedom and a welcoming embrace despite my turning a blind eye to your pain and the savages who left you discarded. Pagoda, Pagoda, you were left hastily deserted once summers tender muscles were exerted and the liches stretched their frigid claws once again. Now just an ashen memory while we count the hours in this glacial penitentiary and wait for the beacon to bless us with its lazy gaze and the return of our boardwalk paradise.
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Dec 25, 2014
Dec 25, 2014 at 2:02 AM UTC
Pagoda