"reckoners" poems - Hello Poetry

More tagalong more chirping, the people kind and hibiscus flowers in my mouth, and so much effort to grasp each age and eye of mine in two pastel-sticky-fingered hands after hearing "pontification" uttered in my head, so far off ago, despite the delight still sifting through my opal waves of brain, some iridescent sponge, absorbing sensuality, roaming freely in the park, contending with philosophers and bums yet confusing the two heads under a waxing crescent, bright like an angel's sickle, a pearly scythe, just the moon and the reckoners with no home base.

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Mar 5, 2013

Mar 5, 2013 at 6:38 PM UTC

devan-proctor

When Spring Was Kind

More tagalong more chirping, the people kind and hibiscus flowers in my mouth, and so much effort to grasp each age and eye of mine in two pastel-sticky-fingered hands after hearing "pontification" uttered in my head, so far off ago, despite the delight still sifting through my opal waves of brain, some iridescent sponge, absorbing sensuality, roaming freely in the park, contending with philosophers and bums yet confusing the two heads under a waxing crescent, bright like an angel's sickle, a pearly scythe, just the moon and the reckoners with no home base.

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"A little water clears us of this deed." We wait and we wonder If he will show. He trended too soon, perhaps. A sinus rhythm about to plateau. "I have a score to settle," He said with his last dying breath. Nevermind the hearsay, We witnessed with our own eyes, He dripped like blood. And now we'll sleepwalk With Lady Macbeth, Looking over our shoulder For any sound of his return. A time of iniquity, Reckoners by proxy. Put them to bed, Now they are dreams Descending into madness.

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Nov 25, 2019

Nov 25, 2019 at 11:51 PM UTC

Carlo-C-Gomez

The Whether Man

"A little water clears us of this deed." We wait and we wonder If he will show. He trended too soon, perhaps. A sinus rhythm about to plateau. "I have a score to settle," He said with his last dying breath. Nevermind the hearsay, We witnessed with our own eyes, He dripped like blood. And now we'll sleepwalk With Lady Macbeth, Looking over our shoulder For any sound of his return. A time of iniquity, Reckoners by proxy. Put them to bed, Now they are dreams Descending into madness.

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Red, Purple and Blue, flickers above and beyond You Faint glow or shimmering glitters of a different hue Guides of solace through times of despair Harbouring the love, as unique tool, they could use to repair What as long been selfishly doomed unfair Hear now the call or be lost in the plot Illusions endured, darkened reveries tied with a knot Loosen all grips, forget what we are not Forsaken, reckoners live their tales as a dot To the Earth, solemnly we swear Our eternal pledge, to guard its lands and lakes like the bear For essential, is not what is displayed by those deceiving eyes But forever, is what is, still, behind the great veil of lies Warriors conquer selves and be bold Indulge in truth and with all of your might behold Universe’s promise of a proper meaning,disguised in what weighs more than gold Altered Perception ©

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Oct 2, 2017

Oct 2, 2017 at 7:43 AM UTC

alteredperception

Archangels Of Solace

Red, Purple and Blue, flickers above and beyond You Faint glow or shimmering glitters of a different hue Guides of solace through times of despair Harbouring the love, as unique tool, they could use to repair What as long been selfishly doomed unfair Hear now the call or be lost in the plot Illusions endured, darkened reveries tied with a knot Loosen all grips, forget what we are not Forsaken, reckoners live their tales as a dot To the Earth, solemnly we swear Our eternal pledge, to guard its lands and lakes like the bear For essential, is not what is displayed by those deceiving eyes But forever, is what is, still, behind the great veil of lies Warriors conquer selves and be bold Indulge in truth and with all of your might behold Universe’s promise of a proper meaning,disguised in what weighs more than gold Altered Perception ©

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