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getcareless · 14 days

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Triolet Poem #58

I said, you can say that again. But this time not under your breath. You spoke about what happens when - I said, you can say that again. Don't think about dying, cause then you might manifest your own death. I said, you can say that again. But this time not under your breath.

"Say That Again", JEP

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itsdevra · 4 years

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Thaw

Each red-breasted robin, bouncing on honey-hued feet that flick open and shut like coin-purse latches, retreats north, at least in some way: flying from Texas over barren tea-colored barley fields, or simply flitting into a juniper bush to take cover from the breeze or a beleaguered pedestrian. We inch ahead like worms, with eyes on the pavement, our ears blushing like hawthorn berries in the wind. The robins continue to berate one another in a sonorous spat: a domestic quarrel sung in soprano. And what if our wintry disputes were transcribed, our words hummed or hammered on piano strings? Would their cadence resolve, or hang in midair, half-diminished? I wonder if, like I’ve dreamed, the notes would swirl insistently, in perpetuity, like a starling murmuration, each opalescent black body a pinprick point in a shapeshifting cloud that shades the twilight sky. On the frostburnt grass, the robins mutter and hop with impatience, eager to feast, waiting for us to pass.

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marsnjuno · 5 years

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All I keep thinking is

“It must be gorgeous to be inside his mind. All chaos and beauty and fire burning inside.”

- An extract from ‘Love has another three letter name’, by Mhari Grace ( @graciepoetry )

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chuckakot · 6 years

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regdavey · 6 years

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These Things are Ephemeral

Rain -- stacatto-like Rapid from overhead someplace Falling upon the concrete Running to somewhere else Unseen

In the detuned television distance Unseen cars may as well be Formed from the rain -- These things are ephemeral --

And all the birds seem dead All life is mechanical tonight And as I look up to see Even the sky is absent.

(c) R.J. Davey 2018

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a-silent-loverr · 6 years

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His eyes

Were like the devil’s

Flames igniting

From within

Her eyes

Were like embers;

Fire dying

As clock ticked by

Their eyes met;

He gave fire to her

She gave peace to him

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charliewykes · 6 years

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m.a.d. (mutually assured destruction)

Comparison’s dilemma Lays in your mansion Contrasting the winner In a soup of resentment Served chilled on ice Blended by sharp edges As no one cringes. Violent noises Of neglected wisdom Echoes crude details Tangentially torn apart By a hawk’s patience Encircling stale leftovers. As the grass grows high Turning the vines yellow Slowly consuming the mansion.

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heartofmuse · 6 years

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In the dark

In the shadows I see so much.

Hidden to view of mortal eyes all that lingers in the night.

Only we can see, those with the sight.

It is a world of marvels but also of horrors that try to escape.

We keep them there, hidden from mortal view,

great power only born to serve,

so is our fate

A people of great valor and faith,

Those who keep the night contained

e.v.e.

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mleighsquickspot · 7 years

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Frosted Recollections...

Faces are passed images kept safe in the mind

Retained smiles, hugs, kisses, times of togetherness

Original details become lost after awhile

Screen shots make up the scenes we think of

Touched is the heart to bring these to the surface

Emotions run deep, laughter and tears of joy can come about

Documented people to trust, these are those we love

Reasons for actions escape the hilarity of past deeds

Echo’s from youth up to any current moment in time

Calling for the good, leaving the bad behind

Lucky close calls can now be seen warmly

Love from different relationships felt in so many ways

Elections of favorite moments come and go with time

Collections of scraps bound together

Traditions take shape around those you care for

Immortal moments there can’t be only one

Over and over to think back fondly is achieved

Nothing can erase these heart felt times of life

Such gifts should always be treasured indeed

Let me know that you think on my blog and pass the thought along.

image: google.com/sweetmemorypics

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mararev · 6 years

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Broken Words

He told her to stop loving him. She said yes, but she doesn’t know how to begin.

He told her to forget about him. She nodded, but as she turned her back on him tears started to fall.

He told her to be brave and to face her fears, but what she feared the most was the thought of not having him near.

She thought they were just two people - two people who happened to meet, two people who started talking to each other, just two people. Two separate entities who can never become one.

To her, he spoke broken words; their meaning filled her heart with the pieces of him and how he cannot be with her.

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getcareless · 3 years

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Feet On The Ground

Feet on the ground,

I write when it sits,

You can say this and that

but I will fight where it fits.

As the novel starts there isn’t forfeit,

the thoughts ebb and flow quick

both revolving in and out of orbit.

Roses bleeding feelings until they pour thick.

Taking licks in hopes I can absorb it.

The elixir comes with a slow kick.

People talk in circles like vultures; morbid,

don’t get addicted to it or you’ll be more sick.

You’ll be a victim to pain if you only store it.

Sing orphic dreams like metamorphic.

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JP

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itsdevra · 4 years

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Beantown

Around lunch time, Post Office Square begrudgingly hosts A broken line of porters, Trudging ants In winter caps and tracksuit pants, Pushing plastic carts full of:

Pizza Pasta Little square-cut sandwiches Plastic wrapped tupperware containers full of Italian dressing Dense trapezoids of unripe honeydew melon destined for the back of an office refrigerator Brownies Paper napkins Coffee Teeny tiny flimsy thimbles of creamer Hundreds of wooden swizzle sticks, some broken, papery splinters poking sideways

Short men with thick legs, A thousand shades of brown between them, Weave through foot traffic And navigate the decorative brick masonry Half-buried in the sidewalk, Upended by an endless procession Of patent leather high heels.

The cart’s wheels swing wildly, Like old flags suspended in a gale, And raise a children’s chorus of Morse code taps That echo dully through the narrow glass canyons.

Marble eaves and granite soffits Stare down their hardened noses At the faint racket beneath them, Perturbed, but unmoved, Adjudicating in silence.

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marsnjuno · 5 years

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Liquid Pride

Lonely nights in bars

are oddly romanticised

which i’ve never understood.

What is romantic about drowning

your liver in

liquid pride

whilst listening to other sad souls

complain about

stupid shit that cannot be changed

or even

happy smiles with cause to

celebrate on nights like this

when all you want to do is

cry into a bottle of whisky bliss.

You sit there pouring ghost glasses;

one for you, one for me

and waiting for whoever to call.

All i can hope is that you find your peace

somewhere other than

in an empty bottle.

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chuckakot · 6 years

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I miss you. That’s the truth. Even if you left me. You still echo in my silence. And in the sleepless mundane of the night, you are what you are. And you are as you came to me; as you are with me. I am not alone in my mind. I have you still. I still have you somewhere. Somewhere, when there you are walking towards me in places we keep the remembrance.

Chuck Akot

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regdavey · 6 years

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Observe - A Distant Star

Observe -- a distant Star -- a mote of luminous dust held fast in the cosmic vastness by intricacies of gravity --

and wonder -- is there a being also looking back observing seeking to know if they are observed also? (this is the way of the observer)

-- all advanced beings alien to each other long for contact the knowledge of not being alone -- that is the way of self-aware beings: Existentialism is a universal constant --

Questions sent daily: Decaying radio signals beamed out in vain hope from vast arrays atop plateaus

Possibilities of response?

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[Speed of light: 186,000 miles/ sec]

[Distance of signal travel assumed to be in the scale of decades or centuries plus time to receive interpret and reply]

[response time from furthest stars which might harbour intelligent life likely to be beyond the lifetime with current technologies]

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-- the observer will return to stardust without knowing personally the truth that is for future generations however -- it is the observer's legacy and their personal tragedy.

The contact seeker seeks the truth seeks the contact seeks the knowledge seeks to know seeks to explore seeking of knowledge is universal.

Observe -- a distant Star -- and wonder.

(c) R.J. Davey 2018

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a-silent-loverr · 6 years

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Her eyes are so alive

but she isn’t there

for she is wandering

in her memories

where paths lead

without beginning or end

through featureless lands of fog

the pale light falls on her

mist clouds her thought

yet she goes on

When hope is out of sight

do we stop where we are

or do we continue...endlessly?

No one knew

but still she went on the way

hopelessly

with plodding

plodding footfall

on this great grey earth -

the thing she is looking for

Was love

a beautiful collaboration - @caolark [ bold ] and @a-silent-lover [ italics ]

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