Without Regrets What Have I Left
...The end of days is a term
Dark enough
To make men squirm
And real enough
In a way
To make one consider
His final day…
Without regrets…who’s to say
And doing so I must look back
On what I...
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Categories:
assuaged, death, humanity, life, philosophy,
Form: Narrative
Light
...‘I was born with the meaning of home running through my veins.’ Lauren Eden
inside the back door of our house our laughter rang out
as we sat chit-chatting around the kitchen table
playing board...
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Categories:
assuaged, home,
Form: Suzette Prime
Shadows
...“When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives.”
– Lauren Eden
born to the purple
no one to guide or support
love sought cold comfort
in all that surro...
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Categories:
assuaged, emotions, feelings, heart, life,
Form: Suzette Prime
HAIBUN in ABSTRACT
...COMING GOING
to go or stay or runaway avoid delay of my being here of my being there of leaving now
wondering how of roundabout hereabouts of this residence a missing prescence in...
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Categories:
assuaged, word play,
Form: Haibun
Sally Scarlet Macabre
...My daughter - my love - my darkness - my only care.
Oh how I miss you dear, wish you were here.
But wishes cannot turn back what has been done;
can they - can they bring you back to the sun?;
H...
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Categories:
assuaged, art, child, dark, daughter,
Form: Elegy
Adieu, Mum
...Some Tears Will Never Dry
Can this stream of tears ever dry?
It won't stop, however I try.
Its floods expand the more I cry,
Each droplet hot enough to fry.
So gentle so...
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Categories:
assuaged, bereavement, death, farewell, in
Form: Elegy
Educator
...
In halls of learning, a vision unfurls,
A canvas of hope for all boys and girls.
Each thread a child, unique and bright,
Woven together in wisdom's light.
I dream of classrooms without walls,...
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Categories:
assuaged, children, dream, education, wisdom,
Form: Bio
Memories of Love
...
"I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart) I am never without it..." E.E. Cummings
Loving Lullaby he sang to me
Luminous lover too good to be true
Badly broken h...
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Categories:
assuaged, memory, passion, romance,
Form: Alliteration
CLERIHEW ecphrasis VI
...Rembrandt van Rijn
painted himself* as a sign
Over ninety 'selfies' as he aged
thus his ego was assuaged
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Categories:
assuaged, art,
Form: Didactic
A Sonnet For Becca
...Where once a gentle poet penned her heart,
we look upon a sad and empty page,
there - common thoughts became embellished art
and hungry thirst for passion was assuaged.
So oft our search for peac...
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Categories:
assuaged, tribute,
Form: Sonnet
Parrot
...Arrogant parrot with disdainful eye
Beloved pet of a seafaring man
Beautiful colours that would make you sigh
Bird's jaded vision the whole room does scan.
Tropical bird quite spoilt by...
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Categories:
assuaged, bird, imagery, pets,
Form: Sonnet
Free of Structure
...I think a lot of my name
but little of my signature
The letters left bleeding
as they die on the page
Endorsing a memory
in the hearts of my readers
The words free of structure
—immortality a...
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Categories:
assuaged, freedom,
Form: Rhyme
Illicit
...Fair maiden was guarded by chaperone
Yet her vision was filled by a gallant
He too wondered how they could be alone
Then he remembered the jousting pageant.
Their encounter would be qui...
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Categories:
assuaged, romantic love, sad,
Form: Sonnet
The Fish and the Rat
...Assumed best in all people under sun,
Generous with love, the Fish never done.
Every true smile was his only desire;
Never thought to be target of fire.
Truth be told maybe some were just evil....
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Categories:
assuaged, anti bullying, anxiety, betrayal,
Form: Acrostic
Cookies
...Tracked as prey in this digital age,
Logging on and pounced upon every day,
Cookies anointed as algorithmic sage.
Tired, exhausted, spending the wage,
No where to hide as they all say,
Tracke...
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Categories:
assuaged, computer, games, internet,
Form: Villanelle
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