Reblog – Keeps Returning by Kritika

This piece is wrapped up well in metaphor but the intense emotions do thrust out to you forcefully. Well done!

Valorous Bird

By Kritika
Date: 19-07-2021
Style: Free Verse


if there is a way in which I can seek solace from the guilt returning to the clean plate over and over
repeating the once delicious dish which emptied the heart and left the stomach growling
oh the rise of desire to turn back time and slap the innocence which chimed
oh how much the hungry heart craves for never to have made that mistake which turned to series of regretful rhymes

poison me to dwindle the rising guilt
each time the name crosses the mind
and I become a stinging serpent
for another passer-by

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Reblog – Old School

Excellent take on the current climate issues. Mother Nature will win.

The Twisting Tail

I’ve lived through plagues
Seen my fair share of crusades
I’m Old School comrades

I’ve seen ice ages come and go
Friend to mammoth and eskimo
I’m Old School bro

I saw the dinosaurs have their day
Until a meteor paved their way
I’m Old School compadre

I saw a land without fire
Without man’s desire
I’m Old School squire

I stood by in the time of the witch
Before humanity flipped the first switch
I’m Old School bitch

I knew the price before money
I recall the primordial ooze being runny
I’m Old School honey

I’ve seen what humans can create
And how it’s lead to the current state
I’m Old School mate

Like all before, I will survive your rule
I’m the earth, I’m nobodies fool
I’m forever, I’m Old School

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Reblog – Into The Thin Air by Stephen D. Allen

The great escape, whatever shape or form it takes.

Through The Cracked Window (Revisited)

Some day soon I will take the high road 
The blue sky will be my cover 
Ripped and torn green valleys below
Filled with whitethorn and birdsong

I can see those below in daily toil
Follow the path, neither left nor right
Walking straight into the far horizon
In thin air, in view of the waiting life

Living in promises and the past denied
Brought here seeking to meet the sky
Leaving their life behind in the past
Within the net they have always cast

Stoic Poetry

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Reblog – effigy

There are just no more words. This piece is so raw with frustration, a rage that hasn’t an outlet. I was planning on posting this today anyway, but damn, seems like it is right on time.

House of Heart

She no longer recalls or feels

Freedom is not a concept

The curve of her back is wired

with filament and straw fills

the space that held a heart

Constructed for crows her limbs

are stripped of flesh

her pupils fixed in the dark.

Her lips are strung with suffering

she no longer speaks because

there are no words that

cut deep enough.

Metal woman

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Reblog – I Shall Miss.

Will we?

the blighters rock

I shall miss the dandelion
as surely as the sun
and I will miss the end of rain
when the storm is run
I shall miss the lies of days
which promise comforts new
and the guile of midnight’s ways
of dreams that don’t come true
I shall miss the aches of age
that torment me out of bed
though more than all in life’s great plan
I’ll miss wishing I was dead.

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Reblog – The Sigh Forever by Tom Alexander

That “meh” of living at times comes through loud and clear in this piece. It can be so hard to push through but so worth it when we do.

The Lighthouse

I keep so busy
with nothing much of note
Living, eating, working, sleeping
never putting pen to paper
never pushing myself
to reach for anything

I keep so busy
not really loving anyone truly
Wishing, wanting, lying, scheming
never giving myself completely
never really drinking in
the wine of what could be

First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do…

Whatever happened to childhood dreams
To singing, painting, writing, loving
never having to pay or earn anything
never having to deal
with the cost of living

Whatever happened to the careless caress
Laughing, drinking, rolling, talking
never being sure of the time or day
never touched by anything
beyond the bed

First her and now you
The sigh forever
Is all I ever do

Is this all
I can ever do?

[2011]

Thanks for reading.

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Reblog – Awakening by Reena Saxena

Here’s to always taking our power back! RAWR

Reena Saxena

A fleeting moment
A glimpse of disapproval
veiled in silence
stayed with me
long after 
you’d forgotten all about it…


Today
I decide to move ahead
shaking you and your views
out of my system


you do not exist for me
as much as
I do not exist for you

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Reblog – Was it Love? by Shantanu Baruah

Surely this is something we’ve all thought at one time or another? “Been there, done that!” LOL Thanks for teaching me about ‘miasma’. 🙂

Ckonfab

Love what we thought was, has now transformed into a miasma of reeking thoughts, and now I think, maybe it was not love

Shantanu Baruah #byme #amwriting


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Reblog – childhood’s villain by Bogdan Dragos

A powerful read for anyone with a dysfunctional childhood, definitely one for me.

Daydreaming as a profession

Father used his fists a lot Though never on the kids On the walls and the furniture and the doors and the mailbox and the fence and the neighbors and random people on the street and strangers in the bar and a few times the poor dog and one time on mother He was the childhood’s villain To defeat him one had to become a hero and becoming a hero took time And today after all this time the villain of childhood was dead He died at the hands of some other character, a neutral one A cop who told him to drop to the ground and father didn’t so he got shot That was it The end of his saga Utterly unsatisfactory anticlimactic disappointing just bad There was no final showdown between hero and villain because those things only happen in childhood and childhood had ended a long time…

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