Tag: Poetry
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Words are not like Dogs
Words are not like dogs coming when called faithful companions and loyal friends. Words are like cats elusive and aloof appearing only when they choose demanding your attention then leaving mid-thought. If you do not seek their company they will be there chiding you for ignoring them clamouring to be admired. Words are not like…
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Question 31: Chickens and road and the crossing thereof
A sad fact of life is road kill the sight of it makes me feel ill but the thought that makes me worry – even though I feel so sorry – is how do you know if the chicken crossed the road before it was flattened by a heavy load?
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #19 – Truth in the Deep
Truth in the Deep hold to your own truth the deep of life has many shallow distractions © ceenoa
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Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge #19
Deep Truth A truth buried deep hidden beneath a cold lie protects fragile heart © ceenoa
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The Fuel of the World
I see them marching off to work, encouragement clutched in hand, their symbol of endurance grasped, like a runner with the Olympic torch. No dawdling gait, but at a brisk walk, drones scurrying off to drudgery, from plastic, cardboard, or thermos cup sip quickly now – no time for talk. A staple of the working…
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Too Much Electronica
too much electronica jangles my nerves like an out of tune harmonica in contest with a drum time swirling down the drain of broadband habit carrying drudge and strain to purgatory the rubber band of fun snapped back revealing relaxations sum as negative. © ceenoa
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Vesuvius
I am the skin that’s stretched unsightly the bond that binds too tightly I am the back that breaks under the straw believing I can carry more I am the wire that sings with tension full of false pretensions I am human I am flawed Why do I expect I should be more? © ceenoa
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Language of Stones
In the tracery of lichen, in the cracks between the whole, the truth of you remembered, etched eternal in my soul. Long years have slowly weathered all the memories I knew, yet stone retains the language of love, of loss, of you.
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Weekly Haiku Prompt Challenge 17
Through stray focus I beheld your hopeful smile my heart, eternity. © ceenoa
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How Do You …?
How do you write a poem? they ask, to answer that question is no easy task, it starts with a word, and idea or a phrase, nagging for hours, or sometimes whole days. The words swirl in the blender that I call my brain, and I scoop out the best, pour the gunk down the…
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