Blog Poems - Poems about Blog

Alas, old blog, thou dost baffle me Art thou a banjo short a cord An off-key piano, tortured A homeless cat meowing in the dark A shaken not stirred literary libation Advertising the talents of its writers Redundantly raucous rhetoric Echoing down a dusty corridor Gathering the featherless dreams Of forlorn and wingless words ...

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INDIVIDUAL IDENTITIES impressions visions patterns in time &space distinct experiences beyond the obvious ...

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Poets are amazing and these were the runner up poems. The site was NOT user friendly and did NOT let me list them so I only have poem titles of runners up below. Thanks again for your entry, Blooming Beauty With Black Hair Friendship Thanksgiving Family Blessing When the World Melts Away Passions of Love Rumors Crescent Moon Sunset by Lakeside Butterfly My Red Red...

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Three Tribute poems-- composed by me, For Longfellow blog…. (1.) Glory Of Faith's Triumphant Golden Crowns The rays of morn took their first golden breath Dispersing powers of night's darkling mists First gleams romancing sweet the earthen shores Beating back dark shadows with glowing fists Demanding night accept its coming death! Triumphant crowns! Dawn's first yawning, a parade of...

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I Don't Want To Read Your Blog Brian Strand. I just want to write a poem. I'm done with instructions. I'm done with obedience. I'm done with the topsy. Just give me the turvy. Turvy, turvy, turvy all the time. I'm done with repetition. I'm done with repeating myself. Give me two minutes and I'll make you a paper airplane. Give me four minutes and...

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When A Briefest Moment Of Light Chases Darkness Away When deep lonely becomes your faithful companion Dark fills your broken heart's empty canyons Grief invades and your happiness washes away Dawn weeps so very deeply- all life seems all gray Your tears splash upon the most dreaded, sorrowful ground And night arrives to your fortress skillfully pound This world every hour...

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(Reviewed by a snooty correspondent) November dons her coats of warm terries, tans, a few ochres, but surely not bright. (Except for sneaky, red-coated berries, peeking from bushes, agrin with delight.) November's dress: pretty dull, never shines. We prefer October's boisterous charm. Branches bare, it's said limbs often recline; sunbathe to keep their tans, and also warm. Fashion designers often grow somber and turn November...

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My two tribute poems- composed to honor this truly gifted and totally amazingly brilliant poet… **** (1.) As I Sit Here Chilling On My Front Porch As I sit here chilling on my front porch Yet still wonderment in this aged soul Tho' I feel far too fast fading life's torch Seeking to find more than, world's heavy toll Watching this world dancing...

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(1.) Alas! So Shoot Me, I Grieve What Was Lost Alas! So shoot me, I grieve what was lost Not just youth, but those things Time took away Within aching heart comes an icy frost Covering epic pains of such decay! One may ask, how dare I so complain? Does Nature cry about hard falling rain? Yet does not this...

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The bulldog strolls again, looking for bully butts to bite. Will all remain quiet or will they scream into the night? To blog or not to blog, is that now the question? When does an intelligent comment become a loser’s obsession? The freedom of speech is a fleeting human right. We are still entitled to our opinion there is no...

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Nightmares, Ravages Of A Prometheus, Free And Unchained from my new blog (I.) What of life, mortality and blessings of virgin ground Philosophy, religion and *Prometheus unbound Of Mother Nature, illuminations and transcendence Science, and vanity of weakened mortal dependence Light keeping darkness, destruction, life has now earth so stained From horrors of gifting new god, Prometheus unchained? (II.) Should we,...

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When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave, 4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems (4.) When Yesterday's Ghost Rises From Its Grave, (4th poem, From my blog, A Quartet Of Poems) When yesterday's ghost rises from its grave telling your dastardly sins to behave can that midnight hour your spirit then feel poison arrows in your Achilles heel slow melting...

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(3.) Once A Revolutionary Serpent Came To My Door 3rd poem, From my blog- " A Quartet Of Poems" Once a revolutionary serpent came to my door saying-" hey man I damn sure don't like you anymore." You have settled fast and hard, gotten too old, destroyed all those lies that I so boldly told Now your sad life you...

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The oldies blog I know of a writer/poet who has dedicated His blog to old age, being considerably older then him, I think he is on the wrong track. To write about a poet who couldn`t find his Specs, his wife saw them in the freezer beside The ice-cream is chuckling, but overall people Don`t want to know about infirmity. To write down...

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The place were I thought, I could unwind , Talk about whats on my mind, But instead I meet someone who was unkind, All because I didn't read between the lines. How I wish, I wasn't blind I should of read the sign But I ignored what was outlined 'God', I hope my stupidity did not get me fine. I am not ready...

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