Not Poems - Poems about Not

The day i came and went

For a while, I have been gone,
Not so much for I left my poetry in my stead,
So they read, so they remember...
Yet here I am, alive yet dead.

They look at me with eyes,
Eyes that made mine cry,
No hugs, no hellos, or a faint gladness--
For I am here, alive yet dead.

The house I lived in, now

Our Futuristic Past

Nephilim, a curious thing
Said to be Giants
Angels and Women bring
(Not Artificial Insemination)
But what if somehow this were all wrong
That the words were really different
When they sang that song
What if we change the word Giant
To mean Genius instead
Wouldn't that lead us to somewhere 
Different than we were lead
And what if all along It were staring 
Us

Pain for Pain

You say your sorry for offending me as if that can heal me as if that makes anything better 
Too little to late
You ask for help because you’re scared but being in pain does not absolve you from your sins
You put me through the worst pain of my life so look at me when I

Strain

The in's and yarns of the third sight
Fellow humans fetched a yard
Pulled a Soviet scarf
It was golden enchanted 
With real's of wheels spinning round and not, the balance is shaken.

The aim is not to blink fast 
Inhale the axial, breath in sequence 
Notify the brain's awaken mode 
Straighten the sight not to be blindfolded 
Foolish

70 Degrees in August

The white vinyl plastic skirting waves at me 
There is a discarded orange peel
Halfway down the driveway 
From a mailbox walk.
I stepped over it yesterday and smiled 
thinking of Ryan.
He loves oranges. 
There is a curly blonde little boy
Smiling at us over a baby gate. 
Soon, we will make breakfast. 
Dad is on the couch

Walter James Carter

Walter, James, and Carter

Little boys
Son,
Brother,
Son
One by one, my heart undone.
One is one (and a quarter) years tall,
Chocolate wisps that softly fall.
Forest hazel, bold and sly,
Wildfire laughter in his eye.
Two is two (well, almost there),
Golden curls of sunlit hair.
Eyes like ice, so pure, so true,
They freeze my heart and smile it blue.
Three is three (and a

St Clare

Today is the feast of St. Claire
A favourite personage of mine.
She defeated Saracens with her faith. 

Mother’s Nest

Feeling warm,
Mommy’s cold,
sense of duty,
Mommy stays,
First of four clouds,
She clears the sky,
So light can shine,
On the cloud she raised.

Nightmares

Sometimes I’m so afraid 
the images fluding my brain 
They won’t go away if I close my eyes or stay awake

Bandaid

His face is pressed into my chest 
"You need to get a bandaid"
I say. He has a cut on his finger. 
"This is a bandaid 
For a different wound"
He breathes warmly

Wilting

Pink snake in murky water 
Feminine 
Bite
scrapes face 
The voices of my children in a video
In early August 
I fear my memory is failing 
But I am so young 
Bruises riddle my knees 
Who hurt me? 
I walk through fog
Dayless daydream
Wilting

Porcelain Boy

Porcelain boy,
Hammer in fist,
Building walls-
Cracking, his face twists.
So pretty, so alone.
Storm cloud mind monsoons from his eyes
"I am not worth it" he screams
His concrete ribcage contains
A monster of fire forged shame.
This phase in life,
Smoke is wrapping around his face
Porcelain is hardening-
Porcelain is stained.
Repair, remind, revisit
Heal, hell, high.
No pain stains my lips
When I scream your name
Only

Why Should I

Why should I live my life according to the rules of man? Why should I continue this lie? Even if I advise you not to worry about your life, you might simply respond, 
"Why should I?"

The soul of Jonathan was intertwined with the soul of David, and Jonathan loved him as his own. So, how

Rinkydinks: Volume 4

Q: How does film actress Meryl get censored on Jimmy Kimmel?
A: With a Streep bleep.

Q: What are Russian citizens doing to show approval for President Vladimir?
A: They're rootin' for Putin.

Q: What flower is named for a missing legendary aviation pioneer?
A: The Amelia Camelia.

Q: What would the French knight do when he started flirting with Guinevere?
A:

Beautiful Lovely Nature

Bright colors can't be counted 
Fantastic shapes and sizes, 
The breeze is nice, 
Singing birds, 
Of the branches of the tree, 
Which I sit underneath 
The sky is clear, 
Distant mountains towering, 
I pondered about the many colorful pebbles- 
Next to the valley where the water is not being here for weeks-
I took in my

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