Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
This table is my point of view; provides a horizontal plane. It's the visual avenue to the peculiar and mundane. . It's from where I watch the lives we live
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
All but another day that's come again, a duplicate, a musical reprise. An awakening that would task this pen with a think-well task - one of great surprise.
You have been commodified, digitised, of sorts; cleverly identified as a string of ones and naughts. . You have been commercialised,
We’d rather enjoy our prison of pain Than risk the freedom of love Because we know what the cell feels like Rather than the warmth of their arms
Nature finds its habitat, where best it finds a fit, accommodates to this and that, so together things are knit: . to the ever changing circumstance;
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
Walked by a window, saw myself in that. Indiana Jones takes a morning stroll. Arranged to meet my wife, I have her hat. There's time to fill - the poet's on patrol.
This is for the Vocal Social Society "Ring Out The Old, Ring In The New" Challenge that you can join here It was inspired by "Painted Chariot" by The Incredible String Band, a favourite of mine.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
In dreams, my heart soars to the distant sky, Where heroes dwell and miracles arise. I yearn for strength that's boundless and untied,
By Najla2 years ago in Poets
