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A poem should be new,
New as "spring" is not.
It should be incandescent and alive,
Spinning and mad as a Hatter.
It should be chalkboard dreams
And tea cup wishes that
Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray.
It should be an umbrella smile
With glittering jump rope arms.
It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words
Like decadence, luxurious, lucious.
It should roll and tumble
Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide
Foam whispering, breathing, breaking
Along a pebbled beach of words.
New as "spring" is not.
It should be incandescent and alive,
Spinning and mad as a Hatter.
It should be chalkboard dreams
And tea cup wishes that
Contain tears that salt your Earl Gray.
It should be an umbrella smile
With glittering jump rope arms.
It should be groaning with delicious, sibilant words
Like decadence, luxurious, lucious.
It should roll and tumble
Like a silvery-moon-pulled tide
Foam whispering, breathing, breaking
Along a pebbled beach of words.
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Shadow and Radiance
On the west side of Eden
There is nothing but seven graves;
And in the dust, I hear voices chanting
But no bells ring.
Say it:
O for the radiance of a thousand suns
O I am become death, destroyer of worlds
O O O O
Until the rotting teeth
Fall from Golgotha's empty mouth
And tree's grow in the sockets,
Where pleading eyes
Used to be;
No one will know peace.
I used to bask in
The misty sunset's glow.
But now, even Valhalla's feasts
Seem quiet and empty.
I wonder if I'll ever
Get them right.
No wonder.
No wonder.
No wonder.
Those are pearls that were his eyes.
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You and your...
Your tattered, tasseled clothing,
button eyes without thread,
chewed up, half-painted fingernails,
I love you,
You and your
disfigured sex appeal.
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Some Ways of Moving On
"You know everybody needs some time on their own,"
We all have our ways of dealing with pain,
Or moving on.......
Most of us cry our hearts out,
"A raging river rich with burning emotion"
And they drift away to new horizons on a ship with torn sails,
Some of us rot in their rooms,
Stuck with wild eyes for long hours,
Until it all fades away... Leaving them insane,
Some of us sleep into a narcotic dream,
Whilst they gently lose themselves vein by vein,
No more pain... their mothers lament for another loss,
Few of us sing the blues beneath an acid sun,
A droning tune of what's gone and what's been done,
But they never stop dreami
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An exercise we did in class the other day. I kind of just wrote it off the top of my head in, like, two minutes or something. I think it's fairly decent.
: I tried this as more tradtional. Is the imagery overdone? Anything I could've added/take out?
: I tried this as more tradtional. Is the imagery overdone? Anything I could've added/take out? © 2009 - 2024 IndigoSkyes
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I like the imagery, especially "tears that salt your Earl Grey." This is a beautiful little piece.