Cadet Poems - Poems about Cadet

CAP cadets shiver in cold autumn...

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Shall I keep apologizing? For the silent screaming, that has somehow, manifested into some..labeled, romanticized , interpreted version of labored anger... harbored. You think it's anger? You think it's aggression? Do you really see me, from thine own given two eyes? Without that third component? Do you really tell me that you "think" I'm mad When only, finally now, after so much...

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Imprinted into my desired slumber I lie here; awake distracted by the simple fact that I can write In a way that each bone completes every sentence of my structure and my blood flows, intricately into everything and everyone else and it's paralyzing I've doused myself in a seasonal dressing Coating me in a way that I have to accept the...

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It's unusual for me, my tummy's upset Seems I must have been a very bad cadet Now paying the price Or maybe 'twas the rice Kinda rare will take Pepto Bismol to offset...

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The words I write are fluent; my pen twitches, my face with eyes closed, halts my tongue. With eyes closed,...

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Ambiguous beds, my drowsy youth, like warm, Bermuda fairways and greens. My back on this bed, thoughts roam, hands gesture and write words in the air — A window to watch clouds in the day, moonlight on the grass, stars on clear night. Particles of sun on moonlit nights, synesthesia colours each sentence. I bite my nails. Helps caress, soothe my psychosis, paranoid of whether I can replace myself again. This poison invades my speech and...

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Collaboration by Wesley C and Darren White Eat these grapes with sharp teeth, This dripping pear with leaking juice, This sour, sour lime…bittersweet. The whirlwind mist sends some way; The bird rises golden from itself. See her fiery flight: graceful, anew!— Drink in the steam of life! All cold fingers keep warm As shallow feelings cherish, Feel flames...

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Always Something (Left) To Say We riddle with change in pocket corners, sit alone and sing an afternoon away, nothing but the violin strings and ukulele play. Middle of this median, stuck on this border, with you, sit and sing an afternoon away. Everything but the engine moves and I'm sure, had I not met you, I'd never have something to say. You throw coins...

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TATEIAN WHEELS OF LIFE Twenty Dora-band aids barely cover one of my scars across my chest. It's my stomach this time. But one hour of reading James Tate makes my mouth curled upward, with an outward breath and smile. Though as morning ended, I thought, "My mood today is nowhere, I haven't been able to...

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The closest bottle is always true. Wordsmiths say poets are a peculiar breed, To them, I say poetry is not your mead. Duir, night is not blue. We reach to the seas and across skies, While talking to a bartender in the tides. Duir, you give us the option to pursue, And words to reach more than one heart. We're grateful from the...

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SECOND DRAFT quite a shame, try to treat love like a game, mother never said -- ya could of been bolder only thing left you got’s cold, your icy shoulder come on like an avalanche, snap like a tree branch gave someone love, just didn’t say it then on your knees for no one to please, when I wonder if you knew...

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Collaboration with Space Cadet (Wesley C.) In him, I dance, my back strong, my feet steady. I'm a tiptoe heart, whispered here in our laughter affair with an anchor in plankton, when my numb calves fumble in a kitchen sink bath. I'm held in his hands, captured in splinters and...

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TO BE BROKEN IS TO BE HONEST Voice: Space Cadet (Wesley C) The sand is a warm window; from the sill, I watch skiffs in the distance sail away from me. Sea opens to self-sought solitude. That one day, distant lands became familiar playground for children of men, cruelly joined...

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CIRCLES IN THE SKY Julie traces circles in the sky; Wills her finger to connect the lines So they don't disappear like summer, Where last sun rays simmer. I tug at her grass-stained dress; The hem frills in my fingers. I watch her write her lines With serious dedication. Her bare feet kiss my shins, Soft scratches of ticklish nails. A Ladybug begins its journey Across a...

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SWAGGER Collaboration poem of Space Cadet (Wesley C) and Darren White He can absorb and hide his gaze, Pretend to be genuine and flower his date, Her tattoos hide him from the freaks, So he can evade any clue he craves that one...

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