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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 month

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Black is in Zugzwang-

To lifes oppositions

Originated in the germanic toung

A misfortune of choice selection

A disadvantage from the start

Not quite a check

But far worse

No matter the calculated moves

Ones own choices lead them to disappointment

Move after move the bill wracks up in karma

Heavy in the heart that weight of a sore loser

Costing more in life's hidden treasures

Wasted time, effort, energy

To be at the detriment of your own compulsion

When one throws fire you do not match the fire

You study the flickers flames make

A snap here, a pop there

Reactions based on troubled childhood and lack of attention?

So don't feed into it

Place them in checkmate after they have no choice left.

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 5 months

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To be or to not-

The day old question of a turning century

"Do we consume the poetry, or does the poetry consume us?"

I suppose in my theroy

If you are more of a reader, you consume it

Gluttonous to the detriment of our curiosity

If you are a writer though..

It consumes you.

Swallows every aspect of your passions

Lusting for the very burn your soul waters for

Desire wouldn't be a big enough plate

You'd eat the table just to be descriptive

Just to put eyes, minds, feelings, exactly where we were

Writing, producing, directing your very own image

To bring the Frankenstein of creativity to life

How much power black and white symbols become

Words don't hurt for those who have never enjoyed poetry

It's impossible to feel nothing and write

Even nothing is felt across blank pages

Even silence screams an echo dogs can hear

So to let it burn or be burned

I guess would be the cost of our desires

And you know what they say

Everything comes at a price

Are you willing to pay without paper fallacy

Illusions of monetary value while you waste time

All for the question at hand

To not be a consequence of something so sublime

12/09/23

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 8 months

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Grooming-

Go for the young ones is the first chess move they make

Looking for innocence & naivete to sink vampire teeth into

Easy prey with the most for them to harvest

Most young people are oversexualized through societies indoctrination

Getting lost & groomed through cultural incantations

Looking to be adults before they've learned to really walk in the world

Only for the ugly painful truth to eventually be unfurled

Right before your eyes you can't deny what's true

The big bad wolf looked like grandma too

And epstines island needs a restock of new

Be it your teacher, coach, friend, or your own family

An authority figure surely they give complete amnesty

The fact that it's thrown in our face

'Look you can do nothing but stay in your place'

Hierarchy and hypocrisy have the same number of letters

The moves they make flex their ego with feeling clever

The irony of the things I've seen, spoken, & heard

And I'll never stop spreading these hard to hear words

Stand up to the demons who think they're untouchable

But we must judge actions according to how culpable

I won't shut up and I won't back down

I'll fight or die on this hill of a demons playground

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 9 months

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Dirty deals-

The ones who wade in the waters

Alligator eyes peering out just to see prey

Not a sound made while they investigate

Waiting for the perfect time to strike

Hoping to swoop in with middle man promises

Contracts with trap doors and theifery

In the end, they'll discard you how seen fit

Maybe even taking a last breath of your own

Sociopath greed fueled by narcissistic desire

So many masks & puppet strings

They wait mouth watering on sidelines

No direct contact for the master cannot become attached

Closed doors only see the evil grin & hidden intention

A silent chess game the world has become

Always monitoring your opponent to know them best

For if you study you'll have the upper hand

Can finally put action to an ill-intended plan

Be weary of those who promise dreams

In pages of legality oozing with schemes

For the price of it is the cage bird singing

Dreams stolen to a man who's looking for an unearned winning.

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 11 months

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Queens-

What a woefully romanticized title

Laced with jewels of ever after fairytale

Yet heavy is the head that wears such a crown

Rings much like collars

And kings with the emotional depth of a crumb

Charm & flattery rolled out like red carpet

Only for moments after I dos are said

The beast comes out of the prince

Books can only lend a blankets worth of therapy for the lonely

You are not belle

Royalty is just a form of accepted slavery

Where the most beautiful & skilled are sold like the heard

Cattle branded by the fathered in auctioneer

If only this modern-day rendition were less a sugar coated dooms day

I guess that must be the appeal to history

Rose-colored glassed gardens of falsity

Respun over time to mousetrap corporations

Who want to play a devils card game on your whimsical fantasies

Feast on your neglected childhood aspects

I wish I could still see the world through pure eyes

A diamond sized rock weighs heavy in my heart

Soon, my lungs fill with water, and I, too, am a lost sapphire at sea

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Pleasantly present-

I find myself up before the sun breaks

Happy to be semi sleepy eyed setting up the morning routine

Shutting off my alarm 1 hour earlier than expected

Just to enjoy what refreshed spring day has brought

Do the minor chores to move them off your plate without much procrastinative drag

Coffee is done by 6:33 when the golden light rays burst through my living room

Shabby Chic apartment, I've never been so happy to be here

If you could have seen me 5-10 years prior

Eager to enjoy the ride to the Art Center

Righting wrongs never felt so freeing

I have always been the type to shove head phones in

Wear a semi tuned out face that says, "don't fuck with me"

I find myself opening the grand doors to light airy keys of the piano class preforming Chopin

I pull the head phones off as I walk along the floating music notes

With every step up the stairs way I dance

My fingers lightly touch the railing to each key stroke as I mentally play with them

My eyes wander child like to the ever changing displays of apprenticeship

Crafters soon to be masters

People pass smiles returned with smiles

Maybe it's not just me feeling this way

Maybe it's just Springs' energetic pull to happiness

But I've never felt more pleasant to be so present

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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A dystopian glimpse of the future:

Who would have thought the world would end in a fight for the prescription throne.

A chair forged from the profit of the sick.

We won't drive on the highway to hell we will be wheelchaired to our untimely death of freedoms.

No matter how modern we become as a society, a jungle of savages we all forever binded to.

With every railroad derailment, every sabotaged farm, every toxic chemical spill we decend into the gulley of self-destruction.

Ignorantly, we'll detach from the feeling of caring, store it in the trunk we lock away in the attic of our minds.

To live another day with Labrador like energy so carefree and happy.

No matter the sting of the wasp of reality will hurt all the same.

I wish I could speak of a future where we, as a human species, can learn how to photosynthisize the elements of our emotional weather.

Until then, the end shall remain the same.

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Rattled snakes-

First, they mock you, trash talk you

Never throw respect at your name

But suddenly wondering for clues and answers

They come to you, hand out in vain

The snakes in the grass have show themselves at last

And I am so done with this game

For when I was sugar & nice you played with a price

And i guess now spice is my name

Silent I'll be for it's your turn to see

What the universe is trying to explain

I won't decode it, for you have eroded

My trust that is now harder to gain

For I'm watching everything

Every move and reaction, even the slight words underlay

Human nature is to be a player in the grand scheme of the world today

So I say my final revisions are futile

But want forgiveness and revival

Only when they realize the player got played.

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Miss-understood:

Sometimes in life, we must let go of things, people, places, ideas, mindsets, habits...

The list seems to be infinite

To let go of the idea of being understood

We all guilty stained hands of over explaining

The passion to fight for the microphone

Still they will twist your words on purpose

Like a fun short winning game

A rise of entertainment for the ego momentarily

Yet somewhere deep down, it falls flat in feeling victorious

Because the intention hidden so deeply behind it

Was never for understanding to be gained

We pour most our wasted energy

Into being grown children screaming to be heard

But where true power lies is to walk away from flocking birds

It won't be competition, rams butting heads won't be your voice

For in the domino of actions results in one's own choice

03/09/23

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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REM-

Deep in the subconscious, I sit in my own vivid personal movie theater

Each night, they play a different show

Action, thriller, horror stories play behind my eye lids

The actors are some i've seen in my waking life

The scene feels so real that cgi wouldn't suffice

As dawns light creeks in between the ripples of my curtains

The screen has blackened with a display of Fin

I am notified of the films end

Pondering the concept as I walk down the hall

Grasping mentally at the details hope to remember them all

Sometime I wonder and daydream for hours

To rewatch the tape, find the underlying symbolism

Until the sun falls and I find my front row seat again

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Revenge-

In the wee hours of the evenings glow

I laugh at the thought of him think he has control

Come back when ever like a revolving door

Thinking I couldn't possibly do or dream for more

And yet here I am with words in store

Well throw this next punch but really who's keeping score

The person you're dealing with is not the same as before

Forgiveness from God is what you should ask for

For karma is the disher of this cold war

Your dish will be Siberian winter a Russian encore

While I'm at my own table VIP eating wild boar

Because the best type of revenge is paired with a 1982 bourdeaux

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Spiked tounge-

Body modification in this future cybernetic empire

Split the tounge in two lizard like spikes

Scorpionic stinger attached

Carving words out with knives deep enough to engrave the desk

We learn destruction is our savior

Spiteful words become our chefs flavor

Under the skin a scarab crawling to your annoyance

The wolves come teeth bearing to each hand to feed

Funny how these things invoke such cruelty

Defensive a trigger hair response by the drop of a pin

For domination is the only way you see fit to win

Charm has flown out the window

Dr. Jekyll meets Mr. Hyde yet again

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Project & Protect:

In your comfortable walled off castle

You watch with binoculars from a safe height

For height is your advantage

Numb the feeling by belittling the ones below your stance

It's easier if you insult and mock

It's easier if you declare youre hard to reach

Harder to keep, for look at all these reasonings

Warnings or flags, matter it does not

You had already counted the loss before the start

And from this perspective we shall both learn

Well learn nothing about the other

But subjective assumptions and rumor

Disected words all to crinkle the paper

Toss it in the trash and go back to your comfort screening

Reminding yourself youre safe with this method

Safe and numb to the heart.

01/14/23

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Shared scars-

Shared scars are the light house

For others who will hit the same rock i have

The iceberg sank the titanic was a warning

To all boats who travel so they too do not sink

For boats only sink from water within

And water is not always a healing 'friend'

Lighthouses don't wonder if they are right

They don't force you to listen

They shed light on the hidden

So you can maintain corse in the dark.

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Stalk-her-

Stalker, gawker, a real bird eye hawker

Shocker the mocker is trying to copy her

Your jealousy will never make you an applauder

Can never cheer for others daughters

I'll be watching your karma while I drink spring water

Honey I have the pen so I'm the author

You are on a very dangerous teeter-taught-her

And teach you it will a lesson from this blogger

Fear mongerer constantly sending profiles of erotica

I bet they would be given an Oscar

You can have your onlyfans and I'll be William Faulkner

Excuse me while I set my tea cup on this saucer

For they say come hell or high water

I'll be waiting for your ego slaughter

And you'll be nothing more than a envious shit-talker.

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 1 year

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Defamation-

This isn't the ever popular trial with Johnny Depp

But just because I'm not famous doesn't make it any less

The twisted tongue of a vengeful human

Who can't seem to let go or bite back untruths

Spinning lies like a spindle of blackened thread

Making up issues and stories in their head

Yet I've left most people alone

I stick to myself I don't wreck others homes

I focus on me and don't allow access

To the ones that only bring me to distress

That pissed them off so they hunt for reactions

Need attention so make false statements with no redaction

And here I am in my own lane

They drag me through mud hoping to gain

A sense of false victory over my name

Making claims all derived from their pain

Yet I am the one who is insane?

They say boats only sink from the holes within

And as I'm unfazed my sail picks up the wind

For reguardless of rumors I know that I'll win

Because truth remains truth as time sets in

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claire-de-lune-poetry · 2 years

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Peace never lasts-

The push of a domino

The tip of the iceberg

The ripple of a pond

Energetically the slightest touch can have a reverberating effect

While you watch the domino's go along this intricate pattern

In wonderment and thrill seeking to see the bigger picture

Though we don't truly see

The iceberg sank the titanic

And a ripple can start a tsunami

These are all clever metaphors for what it is I see

Starting in your grocery stores

Expensive even tax free

The marching price of social-isms

Is looming just underneath

The smell of true intentions of rotting the flesh of the free

Burning more than bridges the cows were only part of the puzzle piece

The big picture of America all marching to a date

For history repeats it self and September 4th 476AD is on our plate

What a fall it will be and most won't see it coming

To preoccupied with celebrity drama and the news mouths always running

It starts with your food it ends with your freedoms

Don't guide the sheep they intend to mislead'em

You see peace isn't of value

If no body fights for it to be

Big brother is here now

Will you finally choose to wake up and see?

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